Chapter 3 Tracing Homes and Looting Money

Like a mallet, the fat man with a Mediterranean head said something that ordinary people would never say on this occasion.

As a result, the atmosphere in the courtroom was awkward and completely silent.

Barty Crouch's face was livid with anger, he slammed the hammer, and shouted: "George Harrison, alarmist, this is the Wizengamot trial..."

Before Crouch could finish speaking, the fat man took out a dirty handkerchief, blew his rosy nose, and interrupted contemptuously: "I know, I know, I hurt your face."

Harrison looked around at most of the people present and said, "I've been thinking about who is the most unlucky when the Wizarding Wars happen. Finally, I thought of them!"

As he said that, he pointed to the wizards in the auditorium below and said: "When the war starts, no matter which side you stand on, you can only be cannon fodder. They take."

He also said: "Some people regard justice as a belief, while others regard justice as a gun. There is an Eastern proverb that says 'the one who initiates the evil will have no heirs'. It is worth pondering."

Crouch had nearly smashed the gavel into pieces.

Harrison grinned at Crouch: "I admit my mistake. I said a bunch of things that have nothing to do with the trial. I announce my resignation from the position of Wizengamot judge and I will never serve again. Are you satisfied, presiding judge?"

Barty Crouch gasped for breath, but had nothing to say.

Finally he cleared his throat and said, "Okay, please raise your hands to vote on the resolution on identifying and confiscating the knowledge about black magic in the ancestral secret books of the Fangli family and the Shafik family."...

Harrison speaks out and resigns, but it doesn't change anything

The resolution was passed, and the subsequent series of punishments were also passed.

Kane was not surprised by this, and it was not a mantra curse, but a few words from the heart, how could they suppress the greedy heart?

What's more, the face has been torn off. At this time, the flags and drums have died down, so it is called losing all face.

Those people represented by Crouch are not stupid in this regard, but have a good 'strategy'.

Stanley Shafik's sentence can be described in one sentence: the crime is extremely heinous, but it is not the first culprit, and he surrendered himself. Human crimes are reduced to a certain extent, and atonement compensation is stricter.

So, steal the house!

Kane's matriarchal line, the Fangley family, went to the ancestral home in the forest of Exmoor National Park, north of Devon, in what is now southern Britain.

Originally, almost all of Exmoor was owned by the Fangley family, including the moor where the Weasley Burrow now stands.

But the family declined and did not have enough resources to maintain a huge territory, so it could only shrink again and again.

Today, the secret realm is no more than an area of ​​less than ten acres.

Some people may say that four hectares of land is not too small.

But this is not a city where every inch of land is expensive, nor is it the densely populated East, here is even a pure HP world.

These four hectares of land are nothing more than a mountain of dirt in a national park. Most of the contracted forests for tree planting can get similar or larger land. It is nothing more than the fact that it has been shielded all the time, and the ancient trees are verdant, and it has some characteristics of the magic forest.

A forest road leads to the top of the mountain, and the bluestone steps are overgrown with weeds, and few people have used them for a long time.

The ancestral home of the Fangli family is located on the top of the mountain.

At this moment, the two wizards who came to raid the house finished their work and were walking around the mansion and chatting.

"Lubes, look, there, and there, isn't the design very exquisite and beautiful? Although this mansion is dilapidated, the foundation is still very good. It is a classic seventeenth-century Baroque building. It should be created by someone. The hand of a Muggle master."

"Vincent, your knowledge is really extensive. I can't tell how good this building is, but this piece of land is really good. It's a good place to escape the summer heat.

It's secluded enough, but it's a Muggle national park. The roads are not bad, and it's not too conspicuous to walk while pretending to be a Muggle. It would be great if it could be used as an Auror stronghold. "

"Isn't there a large secret place in Devonshire?"

"After all, it is inconvenient to be crowded with Muggles. No matter how prosperous the town of Muggles is, it has nothing to do with us wizards, and you know, the secret place is really a bit crowded. A group of people have worked hard all day, so they go there to rest , farting, teeth grinding, snoring, plus body odor, tsk tsk..."

"If you want me to say, more Muggle items should be circulated in the wizarding world. Some things are really useful, such as air conditioners..."

"Vincent, you have been invited to tea twice by Arthur Weasley of the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division. His Burrow doesn't seem to be far from here."

"Okay, then let's continue talking about this secret realm. This is already the smallest secret realm, and it's even a little bit worse. You know, the minimum range of a secret realm is ten acres, and this place is still a little bit short."

Vincent continued: "In comparison, the Shafik family's secret place in the Scottish Highlands is very impressive. It is as large as a thousand acres. Its ancestral home is a castle built in the fifteenth century. The granite , even if no one repairs it, there will be no problem standing for hundreds of years..."

Vincent had been there not long ago, and he spoke clearly, while Rubes listened with longing.

"I used to think that confiscating all the properties of the Fangli family and the Shafik family in Diagon Alley in the city was a bit cruel to the orphans and widows. It was ridiculous to worry about these rich people before."

"You're right to be worried. They're going to be miserable."

"Oh?" Rubes became interested. You must know that the International Association of Magic left a thousand gold Galleons for the mother and son. Both he and Vincent knew about it.

In addition, the British Ministry of Magic also promised that Catherine could go to the Ministry of Magic to work.

But Vincent said that the mother and son would be very miserable, where is the misery?

Vincent said: "The Shafiq family's Nozawa Castle is grand and majestic, but the interior is severely damaged. I estimated that it will cost at least 50,000 Galleons to repair it all. Some of them cost more than 5,000."

"Tsk tsk, it really costs money, but if you don't have money, you don't need to repair it. We are not like those Muggles. The castle has to be repaired, but it has to maintain its original appearance. It is said to be a cultural heritage." Rubes shook his head: "Then This kind of war facility used in ancient wars is not suitable for living at all.”

Vincent chuckled: "The wizarding world really doesn't have such silly rules, but don't forget that maintaining a secret realm also requires money."

"Ah! If you don't tell me, I'll forget. I know a little bit about this. Let me do the math. For a secret realm of that size, at least seven thousand gold Galleons will be needed in five years."

It turns out that in the wizarding world, although it is their own business not to repair the house, if the secret place is exposed, they will be questioned. The crime is second only to using magic in the Muggle meeting place.

Vincent approved Rubes's algorithm, and continued: "It has been more than four years since the mysterious man fell, and the Shafik family has been on the run almost all the time. Counting the time, it's time to change the power stone. Do you think Shafik Can the family still take out this money now?"

Rubes shook his head, "No, we all know that his family only has that money, and they don't even have a copper Knut. If it weren't for this, there would be no need to use part of the family's collection to cover the debt. We all know that those collections count as money. Time, at least half of the price."

Lubes continued: "According to this, doesn't this manor also have similar problems? The time limit is almost up. Although the cost is relatively low, it doesn't cost two thousand Galleons to replace it once. Don't even think about it."

He said and sighed: "I really don't know. Although the mansion in the secret realm is good, the living cost is really not low. That is to say, the Shafiq family must sell a property in order to make money."

Vincent smiled slightly: "Then, who do you think is capable of taking over such a large property? And if these people happen to know the plight of the Shafiq family, what will they do?"

Lubosi's eyes slowly opened wide, and he said after a long time: "Those people are so cruel, they really didn't leave much room for the Shafiq family. If it were me, I would be so angry that I would die of anger if such a thing happened. "