I Just Become The Richest Man: Received an Admission Letter from Hogwarts

At this moment, an old man beside Fudge stood up with a "jump":

"Mr. Sean Sebastian, today is your coronation day, so let's not discuss some unnecessary issues here."

Sean shrugged:

"Of course, I actually sent this report to the Ministry of Magic, and they should send someone to find out."

As soon as Sean finished speaking, the old man gave Fudge a vicious look.

Fudge was even more sweaty at this time, and his lips were white.

"Ow~"

Suddenly, the sound of blessing came from Sean's feet.

I saw Laifu wearing a tie, walking to Sean's side, and glancing at the audience below, eliciting good-natured laughter.

"Sorry, my pet seems- a little bored."

Sean said, just as he was about to pick up Fu, a figure suddenly came out.

The figure pushed Sean away and opened his hands to touch Laifu, but he didn't seem to dare, and his hands kept rubbing against the clothes.

"Be polite, Newt."

Dumbledore said helplessly.

Sean took a closer look and found that this person is Newt Scamander, who can be said to be a master of magical creatures!

Newt raised his head to look at Sean, tilted his head, and said with a little twist:

"This is... a cat leopard!"

With Newt's words, the scene where there was a lot of discussion just now fell silent.

All the wizards turned their heads and looked at Newt on stage in shock.

Dumbledore also frowned:

"Newt, are you sure?"

Newt nodded:

"I've seen, in the Appalachian Mountains, this is the cub of a cat and leopard."

"Crack clap clap!"

Another burst of flashing lights illuminated the entire venue.

"Sean?"

Dumbledore took off his glasses and looked at Sean, motioning him to say something.

Sean scratched his head:

"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce it. It's just a cat raccoon named Laifu, Mr. Newt, you may be mistaken."

After Sean finished speaking, everyone sat down in disappointment.

Only Newt, who looked straight at Sean.

"More on that later, Newt."

Dumbledore reminded him, Newt nodded, and walked back three steps.

"Okay, let's go back to our topic."

"After discussions with the Sir Merlin Corps, we unanimously agreed to give Sean Sebastian the First Class Merlin Medal. At the same time, we sincerely invite him to become a member of the Sir Merlin Corps."

While Dumbledore was speaking, two witches came up with two trays.

"Clap clap clap..."

The people below applauded enthusiastically.

After Dumbledore took out a ribbon and brought it to Sean, he took out a trophy from the tray and handed it to Sean.

"Crack clap clap!"

It's the flash of light again and again, and Sean feels like his eyes are a little dizzy.

"Congratulations, Sean."

After Dumbledore finished speaking sincerely, he bent down and said in a low voice:

"At least now that you're talking to Fudge, your status is equal."

Sean was stunned for a moment, then showed a mysterious smile:

"He didn't get a chance to talk to me again."

After the banquet, everyone drank and danced, and exchanged experiences.

Fudge left in a hurry halfway through the banquet, accompanied by an old man who had just sat next to him.

In the Office of the Minister of Magic.

Fudge was standing hunched over his desk like a child.

Sitting behind the desk is the old man who just talked to Sean.

"You embezzled seventeen million Galleons?"

The old man said in a low voice.

Fudge Khan rained down:

"Mr. Franklin, you should know that there are a lot of places I need to go up and down, those golden Galleons..."

"To shut up!"

Franklin roared so much that Fudge almost fell to the ground.

"Cuckoo!"

An owl was constantly pacing on the desk, and in front of Franklin, there was a letter.

The letter reads:

"Dear Minister of Magic of the Eagle Nation: Mr. Cornelius Fudge:

This morning, we received a real-name report letter from Mr. Sean Sebastian, winner of the Merlin Medal, First Class.

Mr. Sebastian has accused you of embezzling 17 million Galleons and presented valid evidence. "

"We have taken up the case and from now on, we will screen all the assets and funds in your name.

Our Aurors will also be arriving at the Ministry of Magic, to put you under supervision for the time being, please forgive me.

Sincerely, Magic Association Financial Supervision Department. "

"Boom!"

Franklin slapped the desk and made a huge handprint.

"I give you thirty million Galleons every year, and you do this to me?"

"A small entrepreneur, why do you have to eat? If you don't make it once, don't give up, and provoke him again and again."

"Okay now, they caught you and reported you!"

Franklin's breath was a little disordered because of the shouting, and he was gasping for breath.

After a while, Franklin said coldly:

"This is the last time I'll wipe your ass, Fudge, go, and follow me to Gringotts to get the money and make up the 17 million!"

With that said, the two of them Apparated at the same time, disappeared into the office, and came to Gringotts.

Gringotts is still as lively as ever, and there is an endless stream of wizards who come to withdraw and save money.

Fratlin found a counter at random, walked forward and said:

"I want to withdraw money."

The goblin sitting above did not lift her head, and said lightly:

"Name."

Franklin's muscles were trembling with anger, but he still forcibly endured:

"Franglin, this is my key."

Said, handed the key to the fairy at the counter, turned her head and said:

"These damn goblins, I have to pay them high management fees every year, but they pretend they don't know me!"

Fudge quickly lost his smile:

"I will definitely find an opportunity to rectify Gringotts in the future."

Franklin nodded in satisfaction.

However, the next moment, Franklin's face froze again.

"Sorry, the Gringotts basement is being repaired today and cannot handle the access business."

The fairy said indifferently.

"Fart! Why can anyone else?"

Franklin finally couldn't help but burst out, and cursed out a swear word.

In an instant, the originally bustling hall could be heard dropping a needle, and everyone looked at Franklin like a fool.

On the contrary, the goblin on the counter was not in a hurry:

"If in doubt, you can go to our deputy manager, he's there."

Saying that, the elf pointed to Hart in the distance, and then shouted:

"Next person."

"Let it go, sir."

It was not until the size of the wizard behind him that Franklin came back to his senses. He walked to Hart angrily, grabbed Hart's neckline, lifted it up, and said viciously:

"Goblin, tell me why I can't withdraw money."

Hart looked at Franklin lightly:

"I'll give you three seconds to put me down or I'll be called an Auror."

Franklin sneered:

"Auror? The Minister of Magic is behind me, you say your name is Auror?"

"Minister of Magic? How long can he sit?"

Hart sneered, pushed Franklin sharply, broke free and fell to the ground, while sorting his clothes, he said lightly:

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"You don't think Master Sean will sue you for not being prepared, right?"

"I tell you, today, you don't want to take a copper nut from Gringotts."

"Mr. Franklin, your basement is being repaired and will not be accessible in a week."

How could the two of Fudge not understand that this was Sean's trap, and fell silent for a while.

In a week, when the day lily is cold, what kind of money can I withdraw!

"Hart, we are old friends. How about I pay you hundreds of thousands of Galleons every year to give me face?"

Franklin showed an ugly smile, bent down and said kindly.

A cold gleam flashed in Hart's eyes:

"Actually, Franklin, we are indeed old friends, so I have a suggestion for you to stay away from Fudge."

"What Master Sean is going to do has not failed yet, so don't let you be implicated."

Franklin clenched his arms tightly and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:

"Hart, don't you even care about your sympathy?"

Hart turned around and said lightly:

"We've known Franklin for more than 30 years. It's because of my love that I let you enter Gringotts and tell you this. Fudge, you can't keep it, so stop it as soon as possible."

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With that said, Hart strode out of the hall.

Franklin walked out of Gringotts without a word and went straight to Knockturn Alley.

In the distance, there is an endless stream of customers in front of the Borgin Bock store.

Franklin breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly to the door of the store, and gently pushed...

The store door didn't move at all.

Franklin pushed hard a few times, but the door of the store didn't move!

At this moment, a wizard pushed Franklin away, pushed open the door easily and walked in.

"Fak! Fak Fak!! Borgin Bork! You'll regret it!"

Franklin roared as he collapsed, and behind him, Fudge kept shaking with a pale face.

Apparently, Borgin Bock declined their entry as well.

Although this spell is very low-level, Franklin can even undo it at will, but it is meaningless.

This door represented the attitude of Borgin Bock, who did not want to see Franklin.

At this time, Franglin was stunned:

"No, no, I still have friends, and there must be someone willing to help me."

"Fudge, come with me."

With that said, the two apparated again and came to a huge manor.

On the gate of the manor, the words "Malfoy Manor" are written.

Franklin took out his wand and tapped it against the door.

In the villa inside the manor, the doorbell rang.

"I'll open the door."

Malfoy was about to run to the door, but Lucius stretched out his cane and hooked Malfoy's collar.

"Stay still, Malfoy, we can't see this man."

With that said, Lucius looked at the letter in his hand.

The famous person on that letter was Sean Sebastian.

At the door, Franklin, who saw the door motionless, took a deep look at Malfoy's house, turned his head and Apparated again to the door of Charlie's house.

At the door of Charlie's house, it was still the same situation, Fudge and Franklin didn't even see anyone!

All closed doors thank you!

Finally, when Franklin found his old friend Matt, the other party opened the door.

"Matt, you have to help me, someone is trying to get Fudge to step down, this idiot has embezzled 17 million!"

"Gringotts won't give me Galleon, I need your help."

Sitting in the reception room, Franklin said anxiously.

Matt was a middle-aged man. He sighed and took out an envelope and handed it to Franklin.