HP: Spirit Talker

Chapter 326: Chapter 172 The Journalists



The entire Lestrange trio made it into the pages of the Prophet, just as Malsiber, Rookwood, and Dolohov made it into the obituary. Just a few short lines at the very end. Anthony brought news from the Ministry that there was a stir among the particularly clever, but what good would that do? According to the laws and an ancient treaty, the fortunes of the dead rich remain in the custody of the goblins for fifty years.

After that, they have another year or two to file all sorts of claims and petitions from distant relatives if no direct heirs are found. However, there are a few special clauses where the owner of the vault can make a special complex contract with the goblins, and then the authorities get nothing at all, even if a hundred years have passed.

The Lestranges, like all of the Twenty-Eight, have such a contract, so the quickest and cleverest were just as quick to flee, even trying to make a fuss in the press. But no one let them — it's not the right time.

Now it's time for a Japanese man with gorgeous lilac eyes to smile meaningfully from magical color photographs specially ordered for this case. This me is in all British editions, many French editions, and some other countries' editions. This me was awarded the Order of Merlin, third degree, for defending many people at the Championships during the big press conference.

And then the four of us: Me, Lucius Malfoy, Cornelius Fudge and Albus Dumbledore, stand together at the podium from which the Head of the Board of Trustees speaks about the organization of new jobs at Hogwarts, as well as new tax injections into the budget.

For twenty minutes, the three politicians talked about how good each of them was at "helping" and "allowing". When I was given the floor, I smiled kindly at the journalists and offered to answer five questions on the subject, which made all three of them uncomfortable, if only for a moment.

 In the first question they asked about my "share of the contribution," to which I was "surprised" to say that absolutely ALL of the funding came out of my pocket, as well as stating the total amount and describing the interest and taxes I had to pay on literally everything.

Needless to say, we were not limited to five questions? But I was not allowed to say too much. On the other hand, I am satisfied because the plan was exceeded.

My men have reported that people are confused by the figures I've announced, and also by how much I'm supposed to pay everyone around me, because Fudge and Dumbledore have made such a big deal about the benefits to everyone. And then what happens? It's confusing. And frustrating. The murmurings of the people and the lively discussions among the students of Hogwarts inevitably led to questions, which I answered honestly and thoroughly.

I even organized an open tour of the greenhouses being built and repaired, commenting on everything with a detailed description of the work, the materials, and their cost on the world market, for not everything was purchased in Britain, and some of it came from the Muggle world.

Malfoy was hardly affected by this situation, in the negative sense of the word, because the clever 'elf' was able to shift some accents in the right places in a few interviews, which made people sympathize with the work of the Board of Trustees. The way they cared about the children, the future and the universe at the same time.

Dumbledore got a small advantage, but this type is used to it, he is an experienced politician, besides, power, authority. The result: the headmaster sighs sadly at the heavy, but for the Bright Future and the "Common Good" so necessary burden of responsibility, and therefore he is forced to do it, because if not him, then who? People have realized that, yes, the school should be helped, and if there is such an occasion, let those who have more money help.

Like this Jap. Fudge and his administration wanted to bite me. But not before the ICW sent a commission to investigate Hogwarts and the general situation in Britain, and also set a date for the trial of a certain Hoshino Sora, as well as Potter Harry Jamesovich.

I watched from the sidelines. For the first week, my healer and his assistants had worked diligently on the Lestrangees, keeping them in comas so that their bodies would recover more quickly. All three were in ritual energy saturation circles around the clock.

At the same time, they were intravenously injected with doses of useful and necessary substances, and potions accelerated digestion, so that by the eighth day, the three skeletal mummies were transformed into something less horrible and repulsive. However, not everything can be cured with relatively inexpensive methods, and I'm in no hurry to reveal my secrets, so my verdict on Rudolphus' year of life was confirmed.

However, soon it will be December 22nd — the day of the winter solstice, and this date can be used for powerful rituals, because there are global energy shifts, and this applies not only to the material part of the world. But it will be a little later, besides, it is necessary to do all the necessary conversations and procedures first. Now I have other important things to do: the mandrakes are finally overripe, even old. That means it's safe to do the other business I've been preparing for so long.


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