Chapter 238: An Island Under My Name

Quidditch training ground.

Draco watched everyone perform over and over again. Although he didn't know much about filming, he always remembered what Ino had said:

A good story is never a deliberate product.

It was this sentence that Draco set a standard for himself, that is, people should not be able to see at a glance that they are acting out a story.

But after two months, a short story has not been filmed yet.

This not only greatly consumed everyone's enthusiasm, but also Draco's popularity has steadily declined.

"It doesn't matter! I will go to Diagon Alley to recruit during the summer vacation!"

After another unsatisfactory performance, Draco was no longer tense.

"Maybe you have encountered a problem!"

"Do you want to try our method?"

George and Fred found the right time and walked out of the crowd.

"The problem is not me, but them!" Draco shook his head.

Although there were two Gryffindor Weasleys in front of him, he no longer had the energy to quarrel. Instead, the appearance of the two allowed him to confide his pent-up troubles.

"We know!" George shrugged naturally.

"So, the key to the problem is that you can't see the mirror." Fred said the key point.

"Anti-peep cloak! As long as you put it on the mirror, it can make the mirror blend into the environment for a while."

George took out a folded torn tablecloth from his pocket.

Facing Draco's silent doubts, Fred did not hesitate and directly covered the mirror with the tablecloth.

The three-foot diameter mirror was just covered.

Faced with such a "coincidence", after thinking for a moment, Draco still asked: "Why are you helping me?"

"First of all! This is not to help you." George pointed out his position.

"We are friends with Ino, and he is not in Hogwarts now, so..."

Fred didn't finish, but the word Ino's friend, Draco has reduced his hostility.

What's more, he really didn't want to distinguish anything now, because the mirror was indeed transparent under the cover of the torn tablecloth.

Although it seems that you can still distinguish clues from a close distance, but if the distance is slightly farther, you will definitely not see anything.

"How much is this thing, I want it!" Draco raised his hand and touched his pocket.

"No money." Fred clenched his hands, refusing to charge.

Strange, the Weasley twins don't want money! Draco clearly remembered that they were still selling fireworks for a few knuts in the last Quidditch game.

"No money? Then what do you want?"

"We want to watch it up close." George and Fred said in unison.

"Okay! But no trouble." After a little thought, Draco nodded, then stood up and walked towards the crowd.

"Everyone get ready! Do it again, this time there is no mirror, everyone just relax and practice again..."

...

The bustle of Hogwarts always shows vitality.

The distant Brijuni Island is full of a serious atmosphere.

Not only are there Dren and the dragon trainer who have returned, but also Lucius and a group of pure-blood wizards from Croatia.

Croatia, a coastal country with a population of only 4 million and an area of ​​about 50,000 square kilometers, is also moving in full force at this moment.

Including the Minister of Magic, there are 30 people from Croatia.

"I respect your sovereignty! But I don't recognize your ability." Lucius's eyes swept over the Croatian group calmly.

"A total of 23 wizards! If they dare to come to my Dragon Field today, they can attack the British mainland tomorrow and raid the International United Wizards Association the day after tomorrow."

At the Croatian Ministry of Magic, the bald director who was over fifty years old wiped his sweat and smiled.

"Mr. Malfoy! This is a misunderstanding!"

He couldn't let the other party go on. If he continued to talk, Croatia would become a nest of dark wizards.

"Misunderstanding?" Lucius pointed his wand at the ground, and the meaning of the 23 wizards who were tightly bound was self-evident.

"These people have nothing to do with us!" Someone in the Croatian entourage couldn't help but refute.

Just this rebuttal made the expressions of the people on both sides change. The middle-aged minister sighed helplessly, while Lucius smiled brightly in contrast.

"Since it has nothing to do with you..."

Lucius was interrupted by the middle-aged minister halfway through his words:

"I agree to lease Brijuni Island to your Malfoy family! Let's stop here."

Ino watched the two people's communication throughout, but it was obvious that Lucius also inherited the British tradition and used rhetoric to induce the other party to say the last sentence.

A sovereign state, when saying that the territorial invaders have nothing to do with themselves, has actually admitted in disguise that this place is not their responsibility.

The best answer to this matter is to take responsibility and then promise to find the murderer. There may be compensation, but the tax revenue in the future will always be considerable, unlike now that he has nothing to do with the responsibility.

Although the middle-aged minister hated this talkative wizard in his heart, he was also vaguely glad that it might be best for Croatia to get out of this matter.

This time, 23 wizards came at once, and their entire Ministry of Magic had only 30 people at full strength.

When the middle-aged minister was celebrating, Lucius spoke again:

"It's not about leasing Malfoy, but leasing Swinburne! The leasing fee for Brijuni Island is one Galleon per year, and the lease period is unlimited!"

Lucius had already made up his mind when he saw the 23 wizards on the ground. What about the giant spider? What about making money? He would tie Malfoy and Swinburne together even if he had to spend money.

Ino watched the whole process and looked at Lucius in surprise when he heard that there was an island under his name.

The latter also smiled slightly and did not make any explanation.

Similarly, Lucius was probably really prepared. He quickly took out a magic contract, and it was a standard contract of the Ministry of Magic in England.

…

The signature took effect.

So far, Ino also had an island under his name, an island officially recognized by legal procedures.

As the Croatian Ministry of Magic left, Lucius explained immediately before he could speak:

"Without your help, this dragon farm would have ceased to exist long ago, and it would even have to bear a huge amount of compensation."

Lucius' words were emotional and even reasonable.

If this was said two months ago, Ino might have believed it, but after two months in the dragon farm, it is not the site, the building, or even the dragon that is valuable here.

The most valuable thing is always the market share.

"Uncle Lucius, although I accept this island, Draco's shares will not change!" Faced with good intentions, Ino also chose to accept.

After all, after understanding the real intention, it means another thing to refuse again and again.

Sure enough, when Lucius heard that Draco's shares would not change, he was wrapped in laughter.

"Haha, then this place will be handed over to you two in the future, and the early construction will be handed over to me, including the salary of Deren and others."

A tacit understanding was reached.