"Ministry of Magic...... It's a good place.

Of course, if you have to put up with the chatter of the old guys. "

Mr. Foley makes a casual comment.

"Barty Crouch from the Ministry of Magic is my friend.

Maybe you can be his assistant when you graduate.

But don't get too happy, you have to study hard. "

Percy held back her excitement and took a deep breath:

"Of course, Uncle Foley.

I will study hard! I will not fail your training!"

Barty Crouch's name was certainly something he had heard of.

He was an iron-blooded hawk during the Dark Lord's wreaking havoc.

Advocate a strong approach to Voldemort.

Arguably the most promising successor to the Minister of Magic.

It was only later that it was discovered that his son was a Death Eater.

Transferred from Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation.

However, he still has a high reputation in the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. Foley hurriedly waved his hand:

"It's all family.

Do your best!

You know, family members are supposed to help each other, aren't they?"

Percy was stunned for a moment, and then replied hurriedly:

"That's right! "

An evening feast for all guests.

After dinner, Braun said goodbye to the Weasleys and followed Mr. Foley to the study.

"What's school life like?"

"It's not bad, my teacher Spu has learned a lot of new potions. At the same time, I met some friends. "

"That's good, remember that Potions is the 01 root of our Foley family. Be sure to carry it forward. "

"My father!"

Mr. Foley nodded:

"Clean up these days. I'll take you to the Slug Club next week. "

"The Slug Club?"

Braun found the name a little odd.

"Well, the name is a bit strange, it seems to be part of the name of the founder, Slughorn, and of course the name doesn't matter.

Still, the Slug Club is useful.

You can meet a lot of interesting people there.

High-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, Quidditch star players, business people, writers, etc......

And these will also help you with the selection of the Sir Merlin Medal this September. "

"Isn't Sir Merlin's selection based on results?"

Braun frowned, a little puzzled.

Who knew that Mr. Foley couldn't help but laugh:

"You are so naïve, my son.

Maybe it used to be like this. However, that changed when the Merlin Sir Regiment became a folk wizarding group recognized by the Ministry of Magic.

The current Order of Sir Merlin is under the control of the Ministry of Magic. The issuance of medals is not based on whose achievements are high, but by whose fame!

Oh! It's like that Lockhart!

A fool who doesn't know anything, what do you think you relied on to get the medal last year?

Of course not!

Otherwise, those Aurors are much better than that guy.

He was able to choose success, and it was your father and I who operated it!"

"But why did Daddy, why do you help him if you don't like him so much?"

"For money, of course.

Do you remember when you asked me to help you get Gilderoy Lockhart's autograph?"

"Of course!"

It's just that he gave those books to Ginny.

"At that time, I paid attention to this person. Because I found his book to be like him.

Sure enough, under my investigation, I discovered a secret ......"

Mr. Foley looks at Braun with a look on his face.

Braun asked a little helplessly, but still with interest:

"What's the secret?"

"That is, Gilderoy Lockhart is a straw bale, and he stole those experiences from others.

And he himself shamelessly stole their memories with the Oblivion Charm.

Think about it, a handsome ...... Of course, a wizard who is a little worse than me.

How could a wizard with powerful magic and many thrilling adventures not be liked by others?

Moreover, his writing is indeed good, isn't it?

If I hadn't kept an eye on it, I wouldn't have discovered it.

So I found him, and after a friendly conversation with him, I got a share of his books. "

With that, Mr. Foley's expression was visibly smug, and it was clear that he was very satisfied with this profitable business.

"So, son.

In today's wizarding world, the strength of the world itself is important, but the importance of connections and money cannot be ignored. "

"I see. "

Mr. Foley looks at Braun's serious expression, which shows that he really listened to his words, and is very satisfied at the moment:

"That's good. It's not early, get an early rest!"

Leave the study.

Braun returned to the bedroom and lay down to rest.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Braun walked down the stairs in full dress.

"Don't you take a break during the holidays?"

Mr. Foley is sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper.

I couldn't help but ask after seeing Braun come down.

"No, I think laziness will wear down my will. "

"Oh, that's a good point!"

Mr. Foley is pleased with his son's words. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Pointing to the newspaper, he said:

"Daddy tells you a way to get rich. "

"Speculation on the election of the Minister of Magic?"

"That's right, it's a joint venture between the Ministry of Magic and many pure-blood families. You can also make a small bet when the time comes. "

"Really?"

Braun glanced over the candidate's photo, his gaze resting on a big, short, fat man.

If he remembered correctly, the big fat man would later become the Minister of Magic.

But at this time, his vote rate was not high, and he even said that he was at the bottom.

Maybe he failed...... After all, with your own variable, who knows how it will develop in the future?

"You can choose this person when the time comes......"

Mr. Foley points to Fudge's picture with his hand.

"Cornelius Fudge? But isn't he counting down?"

"Of course, but you have to know that sometimes it doesn't have to be the stars that shine, it can also be the target. "

"Dad, are you saying that these people are all eye-catching?"

Braun gestured to a few people at the front of the line.

"Of course, they are also very accomplished.

But it's not easy to control, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't need someone who is out of the control of a pure-blood family. That's not in our interest......

Moreover, the higher the vote, the lower the odds, right?

How are we going to make money like that?"

Braun looked at Fudge's measly vote and the odds of 1-3.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Sure enough, no one who can wield a certain amount of power, whether it is a Muggle or a wizard, is a fool.

Those who are cheated are always the people at the bottom.

"Dad, you won't ...... too"

"Of course we didn't ......"

Mr. Foley says with a smile.

Then he added:

"We're in the bank!"

"Oh...... I knew ......"

Braun clutched his head speechlessly.

Sure enough, he is the villain's life.

It's no wonder that pure-blood families are always opposed by many wizards in the wizarding world.

After all, they really have too much money and benefits in their hands.

If you don't defeat them, how can ordinary wizards live?

But......

Why does Braun always feel so good to be able to go through the back door?

After eating, Braun followed the instructions of Mr. Foley,

Cut out the betting column and attach twenty Galleons for the owl to take home.

As for whether such a thing would seem immoral......

Why can't 667 use the shady scenes that you know with your ability?

I walked to my laboratory in a happy mood.

After instructing Dom not to let others disturb him.

Braun retrieved Voldemort's remnant.

Because of the integrity of the seal.

Voldemort's remnant soul was not damaged in the slightest.

At the moment, he wriggled in the seal like a creature.

It seems to want to fix itself.

"Some of them are flesh and blood, and some of them are disembodied things like wraiths.

Try to see if you can control it. "

Draw a ritual array with the dragon's blood from the laboratory.

Then he placed Voldemort's remnant on it.

"Roar!"

The remnant let out a roar of rage after Braun lifted the seal, and tried to rush over.

However, he was restrained by the sudden light beam of the ritual and could not move.

But even so, Braun could feel the remnant's resentment towards him.

The black devil mark on his arm began to get hot, faintly trying to break through the seal.

"Hmph! You're no match for me!

What's more, you're just a remnant soul now!"

"Soul separation!"

"Roar!"

"Soul separation!"

“......"

A few spells went down, making the remnant soul become dying, and it didn't have the angry roar just now, and it looked very honest.

Seeing that the remnant soul had finally calmed down, Braun was satisfied.

After stepping forward and making sure that the remnant soul is indeed defenseless.

Then he took out his wand and used a cutting spell on his wrist.

Blood trickled down Braun's wrist in an instant.

Landing on the remnant's body, it let out a constant moan of pain.

At the same time, there is a little excitement.

"It's a pity that this magic requires a lot of blood. "

After a long time, Braun pale and drank a bottle of potion and treated the wound.

Looking at the remnant soul in front of him covered in blood, he muttered.

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