Chapter 288： big plan

Sean saw the look of chicken thief and anticipation in his father's eyes. Although it was impolite to say that, he had to admit that his father looked like a greedy old fox now.

"As I said at the beginning, using the primitive financial system of the wizarding world to do things is too dangerous for me, your father, an ordinary person, because the uncertainty factor is too high, we can't directly mix it... ..." Alan narrowed his eyes, "But what if we don't do things?"

"Don't do anything?"

"That's right, we don't even have to come forward."

"Don't show up?" Sean pondered, and after a while, he had questions again, "If I want to gain a certain voice in the wizarding world without attracting attention, the first choice is definitely not to show up, this is my original intention. ."

"No, no, my child, you are too obsessed with hiding on the surface. Combined with the current situation, try to dig deeper." Allen followed a good manner.

"Dig deep..." Sean lifted his chin.

It stands to reason that even if my father got the news of the wizarding world through informal channels, the preciousness of this news is only relatively speaking. With Sean, he knows far more news than his own father. However, his own father apparently got some layers that he had not thought deeply about only from the newspapers, weekly magazines and books that every wizard could buy.

Sean's index and middle fingers tapped rhythmically on his father's expensive wooden desk, trying to think from the point of view of his father, a private hospital owner and a reasonably conscientious capitalist.

Combined with the current situation... The headmaster of Nurmengard has been replaced, the investigation team is still in the school, there must be a mess... While the British Ministry of Magic is preparing for the ministerial election, the political situation is heating up, and several candidates are doing their best to win votes... ...The president of the International Confederation of Wizards is also facing a change of office, and the situation is equally anxious.

The Wallup family wants to gain a part of the right to speak in this, the only advantage is Allen's capital flow. But just as his father said, their family can't be involved in the financial system of the wizarding world with great fanfare. They don't have a really strong and reliable wizard backstage, and they can't bear the price of the wizard turning the table.

Digging deeper... Sean frowned and thought for a long time, but still couldn't find a suitable entry point.

He finally chose to look at Mr. Wallup with a look of help.

Allen smiled and shook his head: "Child, we have to understand, where does the danger come from?"

"Where? No matter how we operate, how we choose to stand in line, of course it comes from the party whose interests are damaged by us." Sean replied.

"Yes, we want the right to speak, and the right to speak is the benefit. If we get it, someone will lose. Obviously, I am an ordinary person. You are only in the third grade, and we can't deal with it... But if we are Do we want to have a new voice? Are we going to open up a new field?"

"new area?"

"Just think about it my boy, with the political situation so anxious, those wizarding politicians - yes, they play politics like our stupid cabinet. They want votes, they want people's hearts, But, the entire wizarding world, a lot of trouble."

Alan sat next to Sean and put his arms around his shoulder: "It's still that word, profit. Sean, you've fallen into a misunderstanding, you're too eager to think about how to grab profit safely and without risk, which is the word you want. Right. What you think about is how to get more benefits with less effort, of course, that's right, and that's what we're going to do. But you also find that no matter what you do, there will be people who will lose benefits hostile."

Sean nodded: "That's it."

"Let's change our minds..." Allen laughed, "We, the Wallops, what are the advantages?"

"Well, Mr. Wallup is quite rich, but you can't get involved in the financial system..." Halfway through, Sean was suddenly stunned.

He thought of the key point, the place he had been ignoring.

Seeing his son in a daze, Allen patted his shoulder with satisfaction: "It seems that you found it."

Sean opened his eyes and looked at Alan: "We send money?!"

"That's right, Sean." Allen smiled.

He continued: "We're not going to trouble anyone, we're going to help them out."

Ellen picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet and flipped through it: "Look, Mrs Haley of Bellingham fell while tending her potions, and she couldn't even pay for St Mungo's medical treatment. fee."

"And this Mr. Dodd, who's been in the Daily Prophet's smallest rift, has posted several times looking for rentals - he's been driven mad by the noisy Muggle neighbours recently, I reckon his friend Probably bought a new lawn mower?"

"It's even just a small problem. There are too many such problems. The raising and schooling of orphans, the work problems of students who have graduated from school, the care of orphaned old wizards, the high cost of wizard therapy..."

Allen said eloquently: "There is almost no welfare system in the entire wizarding society, such as orphans. I only read from one book that the Ministry of Magic will subsidize part of the tuition, and then it will be gone."

"And what's the status quo? How similar is the political system of the Ministry of Magic to us ordinary people, who want to get the votes of wizards, but have no way to actually propose policies that benefit wizards - honestly, I don't even understand that this group How do people get votes? Although they are as empty-headed as the idiots in the cabinet, at least the cabinet knows that it is the people who lie, and the people at the Ministry of Magic have not done anything?"

Sean was dumbfounded. This is indeed the current state of the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. Wallup said more and more vigorously: "Then what we have to do, very simple, help the Ministry of Magic to improve social welfare!"

July 28, 991, London, England.

Mr. Alan Wallup, who lives in the Chelsea district of Kensington, London, is in a good mood recently. The business of his private hospital is getting better and better, and he has finally managed the greedy official. The preparation plan for the next chain hospital has been completed. Put it on the table.

Of course, this is not the main reason for his happiness.

His own son, Sean Wallup, was successfully accepted to Eton College.

"However, as expected."

Sitting on the large and comfortable leather office chair, Mr. Wallup thought smugly.

Smart, friendly, polite, gentleman, etc., Mr. Wallup believed that his eleven-year-old son already possessed all the qualities a nobleman should have.

He has enough reasons to believe that the glory of the Wallup family will be recast by their father and son.

...

"Sean, is he alright?" A beautiful girl looked a little worried by a park in Chelsea. At this moment, she was talking to a boy beside her.

The boy is about eleven or twelve years old. He looks extremely handsome, and his slightly curly black hair has been well taken care of. Even a casual T-shirt and jeans give him the feeling of wearing a dress.

"Don't worry, I just turned him over and put him on the ground, and that guy is very resistant to beatings. It's not the first time." Sean Wallup clapped his hands and said casually.

Immediately, he showed an impeccably elegant smile: "He shouldn't play pranks on you, I have warned him many times."

Looking at Sean Lake's blue eyes, the girl blushed slightly, and the worries just now were long forgotten.

"Sean, you are such a gentleman."

"Oh, although I've always been taught to be humble, if it's your compliment, please allow me to accept it boldly."

The young man was handsome and could not see that he had just beat up a boy.

After parting with the reluctant girl, Sean Wallop leisurely walked towards his garden villa.

Along the way, he "coincidentally" met several outstanding girls.

"I have to say, your new hairstyle really complements your face."

"Can you ask your father to give me a psychological consultation? Otherwise, every time I see you, I will be incoherent because of your beauty."

"Look, I have to sigh every day. I am more and more fascinated by you, more than yesterday and less than tomorrow."

For every girl, Sean always has a prepared speech. According to the change of the other party, the family and the familiarity with him, he can always say compliments that make the girls blush.

After all, who would refuse a sincere compliment from a handsome little gentleman?

When he arrived home along the route he had set a long time ago, a voice came from Sean Wallup's mind.

"Mission: Improve five girls' favor with you, 5/5, completed."

"10 points have been credited."

Listening to the system's prompt, Sean stretched out lazily.

Yes, he is a traveler. He had just been admitted to his favorite university in his last life, but inexplicably traveled back to England in the 20th century.

However, Sean quickly accepted the reality. In his last life, he had no parents and no parents. In this life, he had both parents and loved him very much. Even his five-year-old sister was cute and lively. At the same time, the Wallup family is rich in assets, and he has long since avoided the process of trying to become a back wave.

What's not to like about this?

Although this system is really a little rudimentary.

In the third year after the rebirth, Sean's system was activated, but it didn't do anything except to release various tasks every week.

The reason why Sean has been insisting on completing the tasks is very simple, one is that the tasks are mostly easy, and the other is that there is a gray lottery sign on the concise system panel.

It doesn't work yet, but it makes sense here anyway.

Pushing open the courtyard door, Sean walked to his own swimming pool. He lay down comfortably on the sun lounger and picked up the ice drink prepared by the nanny.

What a comfortable day... Sean narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Suddenly, something hit his chest.

Sean opened his eyes suspiciously, and an owl was spreading its wings away.

"This..." Sean picked up the thing on his chest, it was a letter.

The thick parchment paper is very tactile, and there is a wax seal on the reverse of the address. Above it is the familiar school badge. Below the school badge is a line of words: Mianlong Do Not Disturb.

Sean froze in place.

I'm so stupid...why didn't I think of that...

With great surprise, anticipation and apprehension, Sean opened the envelope and took out the letter, which contained several lines of beautiful emerald and green swash characters.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Magic Federation, President of the Wizarding Association, First Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin)

Dear Mr. Wallup:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to start on September 1. We will be waiting for your reply from your owl by July 31st.

Vice Principal (Female)

Minerva McGonagall

Yours sincerely

Sean stared at the letter and read it several times. It wasn't something he bought in a previous life, but a real admission letter!

At this time, a voice came from his mind: "The system function module is being loaded and updated, please wait."

"I said..." Sean grabbed the envelope and slumped heavily on the reclining chair.

He never imagined that there was a wizarding world hidden behind his new life as a rich second generation in the UK!

Subconsciously, he immediately began to recall the vague memories of his previous life.

Frankly speaking, he is not a big fan of the Harry Potter series. Like many people, he has read the book and the movie, even more than once, but it is a bit embarrassing to ask him to recall so many details.

For Sean, his memory is more of the movie "Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald", after all, the movie was released not long before he crossed.

However, because of a certain sound, what he remembers most clearly is the various highlight clips, the CPs of various fan groups, and, the little freckles are very milky, Grindelwald is handsome, the young Dumbledore... The **** is very upturned... …

With mixed feelings, he glanced at the envelope in his hand again.

At this time, a dignified and gentle woman walked over with a cute little girl.

"Sean, isn't your father back yet? We agreed to go buy your uniform and some daily necessities together."

Sean sneered, his uniform may not need to be bought...

However, before he could figure out how to explain to his family, a familiar voice rang at the gate of the courtyard.

"Honey, I'm back. But hey, boy, here's a letter from you."

Some bloated Mr. Wallop hugged his wife and daughter, then handed over a letter.

Sean took the envelope in confusion The same pale yellow cover of parchment, even the same weight.

what's the situation?

Involuntarily swallowing, Sean turned the letter over.

The same wax seal, but the school badge on it has changed.

A phoenix and a fire dragon surround a sign.

A sign that made Sean's eyes go wide.

Deathly Hallows.

And the letters above the logo made Sean's heart a storm.

Nurmengard.

Below the badge is a Latin sentence. Thanks to the high requirements of Eton College, Sean can speak a lot of Latin.

This sentence translates as:

for the greater good.