HP: Chaos Sorceress of Hogwarts

Diagon Alley.

In London, at six in the morning.

The first light of morning filters through the thin mist, casting dappled light and shadow on the cobblestone street.

On the quiet street, it would be at least an hour or two before it slowly came to life.

At Gu Ling Pavilion, where the bronze door remained closed and unopened, a difficult negotiation that had lasted all night had just concluded.

"Dear Miss Caslana, you can really reconsider. If Hogwarts funds are deposited in Gulingge, we can even make some concessions regarding the handling fee."

An elderly elf with a wrinkled face rubbed his palms without hesitation and said with a smile, hoping to change Elena's thoughts.

At that moment, Elena was accompanied by Andy Serkins and Gary Vickers, standing in front of a huge "Golden Mountain" stacked with gold coins. The unique fairy calculation magic made the whole process much easier than expected.

"Not to mention that all loans must be guarded by Hogwarts, which is one of the cornerstones of the entire contract."

Elena firmly refused, unflappable, not even bothering to turn her head, and continued to watch the two fairies counting the gold coins.

Although the Hogwarts mortgage contract has a variety of terms and conditions, if all the embellishments are set aside, the central idea boils down to just four points.

[All loan funds must be safeguarded by the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry]

[The borrowed and repaid currency is the Muggle world currency: rubles]

[Gu Ling Pavilion must convert the rubles to gold Galleons to the extent possible when paying, (according to the negotiation, the insufficient part can also use the Muggle currency-US dollar or British pound according to the exchange rate to make up)

[This content is temporarily invisible to Muggles, wizards please use the revealing spell to see for themselves]

Compared to the endless commercial villains of past generations, in Elena's view, the fairies at that time still retained a relatively pure and simple state.

Apart from some subtotals on interest rates and handling fees, as well as some wordplay, the contract deliberately did not incorporate too many traps or malicious clauses.

Therefore, Elena's response was also extremely simple and direct. She directly transferred the mature style and terms of the commercial mortgage contracts she had in her memory to more than half.

And another result of this is that, in the elaborate eyes of the demon, the mysterious and wise aura enveloping Dumbledore's body became even more dazzling.

"I'm sorry, because time is scarce, we only mobilized 400 million Galleons of gold and 1.5 billion US dollars, and the rest was completed in pounds, a total of 730 million..."

Gary Vickers wiped the sweat from his forehead, holding a trembling parchment in his hands, and gave Elena a quick glance as he explained.

"Well, I know, I don't need to keep reading. After waiting at Hogwarts, someone will naturally come forward to collect it."

Elena waved her hand indifferently, interrupting Gary Vickers' words, then turned around and looked back.

Behind her, hundreds of heavily armed goblins were waiting there. Each goblin held in their hand a small, tattered bag. She knew it was a storage bag with a seamless extension spell.

"Oh, finally you ask a trivial question, is Gu Ling Pavilion a stock system?"

Elena blinked and asked the elf at her side a strange question.

"That's right, of course, the goblin is not behind the original low-level animals, we only believe in the contract and in Jin Jialong," the old goblin responded without hesitation.

"So, it turns out, I understand it."

Elena nodded slightly without saying anything. She looked at the dazzling wealth in front of her and took a deep breath.

"It's time to start teleporting: destination, the main entrance of Hogwarts Castle."

...

Hogwarts.

The sky in the Scottish Highlands usually lit up late, at this moment the sky still had a slightly hazy blue.

Huh ~ ha ~

Dumbledore in blue pajamas suddenly sat up on the bed and breathed heavily, he didn't know why, but suddenly he felt a strange oppression in his chest.

He turned his head and Dumbledore looked at the clock on the wall headboard. It wasn't even half past six yet.

"I really am getting old... I'm not as young as I used to be."

Dumbledore smiled self-critically. If Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital found out, it would be a fuss.

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk.

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