Chinese students at Hogwarts

In the magnificent hall, Morgan and Rockefeller sat down, and the butler had opened a cigar box that looked quaint, even a little old.

This cigar box was only made of silver, with some age-related dirt on the surface, which seemed extremely incompatible with Morgan's identity.

Only the old butler understands how important this cigar box, which has been passed down in the Morgan family for three generations, is.

This was the first expensive craft purchased by Morgan Sr.

The butler gently rotated the cigar and used professional cigar cutters to precisely cut off the cap to reveal the tight tobacco leaves inside. He handed the cigar to Morgan and Rockefeller.

Umbridge also accepted it calmly. She had learned everything she should and shouldn't learn in the Muggle side for more than half a year.

Then, Morgan lit one end of the cigar with a match, took a deep breath, let the smoke billow in his mouth, and exhaled slowly.

The smoke lingers in the air, carrying a unique aroma that is both rich and slightly sweet.

"You want to meet me? Duke tried his best to persuade me to meet you, saying you were amazing."

Rockefeller didn't speak, just smoked his cigar quietly. He did the same, and someone also strongly recommended him.

The seemingly cloudy eyes were bright and restrained, looking at the strange woman in front of him.

Of course their power is not a decoration, but this woman named Umbridge seems to appear out of thin air.

There are only records from more than half a year ago, and there is nothing further back. Morgan and Rockefeller, who do not believe in evil, even used the U.S. intelligence system, which is the department with the most powerful intelligence collection capabilities in the world.

There is still nothing found in front of this woman, she is blank.

This bizarre situation was one of the reasons why the two decided to meet her.

Umbridge also looked very relaxed, with a confident attitude. Even after seeing the wisdom of Muggles, she still had absolute confidence in wizards.

Her sense of superiority became even stronger. In her opinion, Muggles had no magic and could only rely on their own minds, but wizards could also learn from Muggles.

What about Muggles? They are destined to be insulated from magic

"Yes, I really want to meet you, the most powerful people in this country. Only such people are barely worthy of cooperating with us."

Umbridge was leaning back on the sofa, holding a cigar in her fat hands, and saying something that was considered offensive.

As soon as these words were spoken, the chest of the butler waiting next to him immediately heaved violently, and he even wanted to angrily scold the other party for his arrogance and rudeness.

These are Rockefeller and Morgan!

I don’t know how many people want to meet them. Even the commander-in-chief of the United States will take the initiative to stand up to show respect when they see these two people.

But to his surprise, neither Rockefeller nor Morgan seemed to care about Umbridge's attitude. On the contrary, they looked at him with interest.

Morgan spread his hands, his old cheeks vaguely visible behind the faint cigar smoke:

"The Morgan family has always had a partnership system. Although this system has been replaced by the board of directors system, the Morgan family has never refused to cooperate."

His body leaned forward slightly, and finally he showed a stern aura:

"The premise is——what can you bring to the Morgan family?"

Rockefeller waved his hand and said with a careless smile:

"Tell me first, what do you want? What do you want to accomplish with us?"

In the past few decades, Rockefeller and Morgan have met all kinds of people. Some of them bowed down and trembled under the terrifying financial resources of the two companies, and some of them were so arrogant that they actually wanted to attract their attention.

Some people are arrogant, and some people are groveling.

Umbridge is just one of them. No matter what posture they show, for the two of them, there is no need to be angry or care.

So what if it can bring enough benefits? If there is no benefit, what does it matter no matter how respectful you are?

No matter how time goes by, only money will last forever.

"My needs are simple -" At this point, Umbridge turned her eyes to the people behind Rockefeller and Morgan.

These people are all followers and bodyguards who are trusted by both of them.

"They'll keep anything secret, and I don't think what you're talking about—"

Umbridge frowned and simply took out her wand. Morgan, who was talking, suddenly felt that the surroundings became quiet.

He immediately stopped what he was saying and looked at Umbridge opposite in surprise.

Looking back, his follower was looking at him, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out.

"What happened?"

The voice of old friend Rockefeller came.

Can I still hear sounds? So what's going on? Morgan reacted suddenly, with a serious expression on his face, and tried to ask:

"superpower?"

Throughout history, legends about superpowers have been circulating.

Morgan even knew that there had been experiments on superpowers inside the mold, and they wanted to organize a force organized by superpowers.

But the results were not satisfactory. He may indeed have some abilities that are different from ordinary people, but they are of no use.

Umbridge lifted the spell and looked at the two of them, feeling extremely comfortable.

Yes, that's right. It's this look, this expression.

That would make her feel happy from the bottom of her heart, and only at this moment would Umbridge feel that she was a god!

The smile on her face became sweeter and sweeter:

"Can we talk alone now? Although I hate to say this, not everyone is qualified to listen to me."

Morgan thought for a moment, saw the look in his eyes from his old friend, and finally nodded and waved to back away.

It wasn't until those people retreated to the door that Morgan said in a deep voice:

"Can we talk now?"

Umbridge leaned forward a little and whispered something.

Rockefeller and Morgan's eyes opened wider and wider, the expressions on their faces gradually became dull, and finally they shouted directly:

"Are you crazy? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Impossible?" Umbridge's smile became stronger and stronger, her voice was soft, and combined with her fat face, she looked like a big pink toad.

"You don't want to hear what I can bring to you?"

"What can you bring us? Even if you can bring me tens of billions of dollars, your crazy idea cannot be realized!"

Morgan was finally irritated by her attitude, and he slammed the cigar in his hand to the ground.

"Ha, he's just a self-righteous lunatic. What a waste of time."

"What if it's immortality?" Umbridge's voice was sickeningly sweet, low and low, but it sounded like thunder in the ears of Morgan and Rockefeller.

Even with their determination, they were still stunned for a moment, but then what filled their hearts was huge absurdity and ridiculousness.

"Eternal life? Who do you think you are? God? Should we pray to you?"

Rockefeller shook his head and prepared to stand up. As for this madman, he might still have some research value, but it was totally not worth wasting his time.

I thought there would be some surprise.

"I was negligent. Maybe I should have told you my identity earlier."

Umbridge didn't seem to see the actions of the two old men opposite her, but just raised the sherry and took a sip:

"In a sense, you are right, Mr. Rockefeller, to Muggles, that is, to mortals, I am a god."

She put down the wine glass and slowly took out the wand. The short and thick wand flexibly rotated between her carrot-like fingers:

"I'm a wizard."

"Sorry, what are you?"

Morgan frowned, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"Wizards are born noble. Incredible power flows in our blood. We are destined to be superior to others. We use magic."

Umbridge's voice rose unconsciously:

"Do I need to prove it to you?"

Rockefeller stopped, and he and Morgan looked at each other. The two old foxes understood each other's meaning instantly.

They sat back down and made a gesture of relief.

Umbridge suddenly waved her wand, and Rockefeller and Morgan watched in shock as everything in the room seemed to lose weight and float lightly.

Then the two of them were shocked to find that the cigar in their hands actually danced away from their fingers.

With the strong light, the two cigars turned into two cats, running and playing happily.

Illusion? Hallucination? magic?

Rockefeller pinched his thigh hard, and the pain felt so real.

He couldn't help but let out a low cry, and Morgan beside him had eyes blurred and wanted to touch the two cats in front of him.

But Morgan's action seemed to frighten one of the British dwarfs. It folded its ears back and gasped. Morgan remained unmoved and still slowly stretched out his hand.

The cat quickly gave him a paw, and a bloodstain appeared on Morgan's somewhat old hand.

Even though they were shocked by the surrounding scene, those dedicated bodyguards still focused a large part of their attention on Morgan.

Seeing him being attacked, the bodyguards immediately reached for his waist and rushed over nervously.

"Mr. Morgan!"

"Sir, are you okay?"

"Where's the doctor? Go call the doctor!"

Morgan suddenly shouted loudly:

"What's the noise? Be quiet!"

The bodyguards opened their mouths and their bodies stopped stiffly.

Morgan put his injured hand in front of him tremblingly, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time, and murmured:

"Really, this wound is real, and so is the cat. How could it happen? How could it be like this?"

Umbridge chuckled, and suddenly she waved her wand again, and a blue light flashed through.

The huge crystal chandelier made a series of explosions, and the delicate crystals on it fell like raindrops and fell to the ground. Broken crystal blocks splashed everywhere until the crystal chandelier also shook and fell.

"Boom"

There was a loud noise, and everyone looked at this scene with their mouths agape. It was a crystal lamp worth more than 30 million yuan. It was so huge, but now the wreckage was lying on the floor of the hall.

The cracks on the ground and the tiny crystal fragments all told how violent the impact had been.

But both Morgan and Rockefeller looked as if they had just dropped a 3-piece light bulb.

More than this, they wanted to know what Umbridge would do next.

"The magic of wizards - that wonderful power, that incredible power."

Umbridge waved the wand in her hand, and something magical happened. Everything seemed to be turned upside down, and the scattered crystals flew back, even the smallest fragments seemed to be summoned.

It seemed that in just the blink of an eye, the huge crystal lamp was restored to its original state, but the cracks on the ground were deliberately left intact by Umbridge.

There is a sharp contrast between the broken and the intact.

All of this explained to the two of them that this was not an absurd dream, but reality!

"So now you would like to hear what I have to say about Yong--"

"etc!"

Morgan stretched out his still bloody hand. Rockefeller had never seen such a ferocious expression on his old friend's face. His eyes seemed to be red, and he had a frightening emotion.

He was breathing heavily, and his nostrils were constantly flaring due to excitement and excitement.

In fact, he had the same expression.

Morgan turned his head and looked at his bodyguards and entourage:

"Get out! Everyone get out!"

The bodyguards and followers rushed outside like a tide. Their faces were expressionless, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Rockefeller raised his chin and nodded. Morgan understood what he meant and nodded as well.

It was just a simple action, but it meant that all the people just now were going to be silenced.

"Okay, Ms. Umbridge, you can speak now."

Morgan and Rockefeller took a deep breath, this is eternal life! If he could live forever, if his ancestors could live forever, old Morgan could live forever.

Then the Morgan family will become a giant that envelopes the world!

Umbridge restored everything to its original state, and even thoughtfully threw in a little white essence for Morgan to apply on the wound.

After seeing the miraculous effect of the white essence, Morgan was reluctant to return the unused white essence.

"Immortality is not impossible for wizards, such as the magic stone"

Umbridge crossed her legs.

"I would like to ask, does the Philosopher's Stone really exist, or is it just a legend among your wizards?"

"Legend? I never use legends." Umbridge snorted disdainfully: "The magic stone has the magical function of turning stone into gold, and it can also create the elixir of immortality.

Nicoléme has lived for more than six hundred years, thanks to the Philosopher's Stone. "

Morgan and Rockefeller's hearts quietly felt a little more fiery.

"So, can you fulfill the request I made before?"

Umbridge was not in a hurry. She knew the attraction of immortality to Muggles. As for whether she would keep her promise, did Muggles count as human beings?

The two old men fell into a long silence.

After a long time, Morgan said in a low voice:

"This matter is too big to be suppressed by Rockefeller and I alone. It requires a lot of people to join forces. Some people can just give money, but some people don't have enough money."

Only if the same conditions are given.

Like DuPont, and others.”

Umbridge raised her glass and gestured:

"Then summon them, I'll wait for your news."

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