"The Ministry of Magic?"
Dumbledore's brows furrowed slightly. Could this little girl be plotting against the Ministry?
"The Ministry of Magic probably won't rescind the order." — There was no such order to begin with, so how could it be rescinded?
In an instant, Dumbledore thought of seventeen or eighteen excuses. No matter how much Audrey turned the seas and rivers upside down, she was definitely going to repeat this year! Could she possibly replace the Minister for Magic?
Trust me, this is for your own good.
Audrey shrugged indifferently. "Alright then, I'm going back."
She compared them in her heart and felt that Grindelwald was more to her taste.
"By the way, Audrey," Dumbledore suddenly spoke up. "Although I heard your relationship with Harry Potter is quite good, if he comes to you for help in the next couple of days, you absolutely must not get involved!"
Audrey rolled her eyes and stood up to leave. "I know."
Screech!
Fawkes reappeared in the Headmaster's office. A letter without an envelope floated onto the desk, slightly crumpled, while Fawkes had already flown into Audrey's embrace.
Begging for nuzzles, begging for snuggles.
Audrey stroked Fawkes's feathers. Watching the old man unfold the parchment to read, a smile unconsciously appeared on her face.
Great, this was going to be another burning summer!
Placing Fawkes back on the bird stand, Audrey curled her lip.
"I'm leaving! Professor Dumbledore!"
Swish!
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...
"Master, should we seek help from the Little Master?"
Quirrell asked Voldemort humbly and weakly.
Voldemort's condition wasn't too good either; his voice was much quieter.
"Cut the crap, drink the unicorn blood quickly!"
The voice coming from the back of the head was obviously very impatient. "Ask her for help with such a small matter? You waste!"
Voldemort's mindset was easy to understand; he had always believed that might makes right.
If he showed weakness, no one would submit to him, including his own daughter.
Quirrell helplessly drained the last jar of unicorn blood. He didn't know what means the Dark Lord would use to restore his body after resurrection.
Perhaps the Philosopher's Stone?
Hopefully, resurrecting the Dark Lord wouldn't require consuming all the magic in the Philosopher's Stone...
Quirrell sighed imperceptibly and continued the writing he had just interrupted. He was writing a letter.
—A forged letter from the Ministry of Magic, intended to lure Dumbledore away from the mountain.
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...
The events that followed had nothing to do with Audrey.
She waited for her O.W.L. results in boredom, while also waiting for the holidays.
Reading books, watching videos, driving tanks, blowing up Norberta's nest...
She was even bored enough to read the quarterly financial reports from the Ukraine side.
The parchment, stretching four or five feet long, was filled with various data.
The painful memories of studying mathematics in her past life began to attack Audrey.
She flipped to the end in irritation, only to see the total revenue column filled with: $164.5 billion.
Yes, only the initial panic buying of assets used Coupons; later, the settlement for all her industries was in US dollars.
She didn't know exactly how much property she had right now. When she first transmigrated, she never even thought that one day she would become the richest person in the wizarding world.
Back when she was buying frantically in Ukraine, the acquisition price of those real estate properties seemed to be less than 10% of their actual value?
Calculating it this way, she owned at least several trillion dollars in real estate!
[Author's complaint: Tsk tsk tsk, a perfectly good Harry Potter fanfic has turned into a billionaire god novel.]
What kind of concept was this? It was probably enough to buy the wizarding world several times over.
At this time, Ukraine was visibly the world's third-largest military power! Under Grindelwald's instructions, members of The Alliance used every extreme method to help Audrey master over thirty percent of the country's resources!
And Audrey's next plan was to slowly sell off these resources and exchange them for resources in other relatively stable countries—after all, the Ukrainian government had never been normal, and who knew what would happen in the future.
Of course, The Alliance could take the stage themselves, but Audrey didn't think the United States would allow such a thing to happen. Rather than wrangling with the world's number one superpower, wouldn't it be better to scatter her industries across the globe and make a fortune in silence?
If The Alliance still wanted to start some revolution, let them!
She wouldn't join anyway; she was just the ordinary tycoon behind the revolutionary army.
Tossing the financial report aside, the newly appointed oligarch, Miss Audrey Astley, comfortably buried herself in gold coins.
This time it wasn't Galleons—those things only contained a small amount of gold—but real gold coins that Audrey was sleeping on now!
That bed full of glittering gold contained ancient gold coins as well as new goods minted just to make up the numbers.
When the engineers at the Mariupol Foundry received this order, they were all dumbfounded. In this day and age, who still minted gold coins?
Audrey had just closed her eyes when she immediately sprang up, because something seemed to be approaching her from the unseen world.
Switching to her Demiguise constitution, she peeked into the future—now she could see two and a half minutes ahead, a significant improvement.
Three seconds later, she lay back down again, because she already knew who the visitor was.
The next moment, a mass of black mist rushed into her bedroom.
"Little Water Snake!"
Facing this old father, Audrey immediately brought her acting skills online.
She hesitated for two seconds first, then asked with a face full of disbelief:
"It's you?"
"It is I."
"How did you become like this?"
Amidst the rolling black mist, a noseless human face was faintly visible.
"Harry Potter! It's Harry Potter again!"
Audrey nodded regretfully. "I express my deep regret for your encounter."
Voldemort: "..."
"I am very weak right now, Little Water Snake. Can you let me hide on your body for a while?"
What? Parasitize me?
Audrey turned pale with fright and subconsciously activated her current strongest state: Dragon Form + Dementor Constitution. Offense and defense in one, capable of causing damage to souls.
You must be joking, letting Voldemort reside on her body! She wasn't that fool Quirrell! Could one just casually try having a face growing on the back of their head?
Smelly, ugly, and hair loss!
She was a female star!
Rejected for being ugly!
If you dare to force it, Voldemort, I'll fight you to the death!
Voldemort floated quietly in mid-air, not speaking for a long time.
He could feel the power radiating from Hydrus at this moment, fierce and sinister; he didn't know how Hydrus did it, but in his current state, he probably couldn't take her down.
Let it be. He would still have use for her in the future; it was not appropriate to strain the relationship at this moment.
After all, she was his own blood; draining the pond to catch the fish was not a good choice.
Voldemort completed the weighing of pros and cons in an instant.
"I will be back, Little Water Snake. Protect yourself, wait for my return!"
The black mist passed through the wall and entered the Black Lake.
Audrey lay back down.
She sighed, then sighed with relief, and closed her eyes.
She was truly too brilliant.
Voldemort was in this state, yet he could still move freely in Hogwarts; those protective spells were like non-existent to him.
Don't forget, Audrey's own room had more than one magical trap and defensive formation installed!
Such profound magical knowledge and such outstanding magical skills!
Tsk tsk tsk!
Only a ghost would want to get involved in the disputes of wizards at this level!
Before, she thought about inheriting the Lestrange family after the final battle, but the situation was completely different now.
As soon as she graduated, she would slip away immediately!
At that time, Dumbledore would have no reason to force her to stay; the greatest white wizard still cared about his reputation.
And this broken place called Britain—whoever loves staying here can stay!
The world is so big, my home is everywhere!
Anyway, the first school year was over.
As for repeating the year or not, mph, we'll see the outcome in the summer holidays!
Thinking about these random things, Audrey drifted into dreamland.
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