“The Ministry of Magic has 700,000 Galleons.
I can borrow it.
As long as I return it in time, no one will discover it.”
“With the Ministry of Magic as backing, we will have sufficient margin to avoid forced liquidation.” Andrew hurriedly nods.
Both of them look at Rayleigh.
“Are you going to enter the game?”
“I…” Thompson hesitates for a moment.
“I can play with a few thousand Galleons…
mainly depending on whether you need me.”
“As long as you are willing, I will handle the Ministry of Magic and the Galleon exchange.
The final profit…
how about a 10 percent dividend?”
“No problem.” Rayleigh agrees, without despising Thompson’s courage.
“Andrew, how much margin is appropriate?”
“10 percent to 20 percent…
but it would be best to reach 30 percent…” Andrew calculates in his heart.
This betting fund may ultimately reach a scale of tens of billions.
“Then 30 percent.
Andrew, your name will appear on the Travers Family’s asset manager list.”
“Thank you, sir.
May I ask, is there anyone else on the list?”
“As far as I know, only you.” Rayleigh raises his juice to salute Andrew.
“I will give you a 3 point dividend.”
“3 points?” Andrew thinks for a moment.
3 points is 3 percent.
Combining the magical world’s exchange rate, his brain wildly calculates.
‘The first round of leverage is 8 times cash, 5 times real estate, and the operable funds will reach 58.7 million.’
‘The second round is 10 times, over-the-counter betting is 20 times, and the betting funds will directly reach 11.74 billion.
Retaining 30 percent margin, the actual betting amount is about 8.218 billion.’
‘If Rayleigh’s prophecy is not wrong, the conservative estimate for this profit is 1.5 times the invested funds.
Not only can it instantly solve my financial crisis, it can also make me a big shark in the City of London.’
“Mr.
Rayleigh, I think the commission is a bit low.
Such high leverage can be called unprecedented.
If you were not a wizard, I would not dare agree.
The operational risk is too great.”
Andrew asks cautiously: “How about a 5 percent commission?”
“I can of course accept 5 percent, but I have a better commission plan.”
“Please tell me.”
Rayleigh smiles and gives a floating commission plan: “Within a final profit of 10 billion, you take a 2 percent commission; for the portion exceeding that, your commission will directly rise to 30 percent.”
“30 percent!
“I am a wizard.
My words naturally count.”
“Mr.
Rayleigh, please rest assured.
I will definitely create the maximum profit!”
“Mr.
Andrew, I do not doubt this at all.
I wish us success in advance!” Rayleigh raises his juice, and the three cups clink together.
“Remember to hire some bodyguards.
You can even invite a wizard to hold the fort.” Rayleigh says with a slightly serious expression.
“London is actually quite safe.
There is not much need…” Andrew hesitates somewhat.
“Just consider it for your future life and fortune.
Better safe than sorry.” Rayleigh divides the money into ordinary boxes and hands them to Andrew: “From today on, you will become a big shark in the City of London.
Remember to manage them well.”
Andrew nods, excitement and greed flashing in his eyes.
In the afternoon, Jessica returns with the house-elf Bubbles.
Bubbles has fluffy silver-white short hair, and big green eyes that shine.
Compared with Winky and Dobby, Bubbles looks cuter and has a livelier personality.
The most crucial thing is that Bubbles is good at cooking French cuisine, so Rayleigh does not have to endure chips and fried fish.
British chefs, French workers, German police, Russian customs.
Heh heh, when you meet them, you will understand what a beautiful life means.
Jessica instructs the house-elf to clean the house and prepare meals, not realizing that the home has, in some sense, already disappeared.
In the villa’s underground laboratory, Rayleigh is making potions.
The liquid in the silver cauldron gives off a deep blue glow.
As Rayleigh waves his wand, the potion explodes just as it is about to crystallize.
The wobbling cauldron gives off a loud noise, and the potion explodes into colorful fireworks, blackening Rayleigh’s face like a little mouse rolling in a coal pile.
Bubbles is bringing a towel to clean up.
It lively and lightly tidies the workbench and cauldron after the failed potion-making.
Jessica, resting in the garden, shakes her head, ‘This is already the 40th explosion.’
She holds a stack of letters, most from French relatives, and a small portion from former classmates.
This makes one Muggle letter mixed among them especially conspicuous.
“It is not another bill for Rayleigh buying Muggle toys, is it?” Jessica has discovered that her son is very interested in all kinds of toys from the Muggle World, even far more interested than in spells.
She opens the letter and glances at it, then freezes completely.
After a long time, she finally comes back to her senses.
“Rayleigh, you actually dared to mortgage our home to Muggles!!!”
Jessica is rarely so energized.
She charges angrily into the basement in one stride.
“Rayleigh, you sold our house?!” Jessica unceremoniously grabs Rayleigh’s ear and drags him out of the laboratory.
“Mom, gently, gently!” Rayleigh glances at the letter in Jessica’s hand and secretly thinks, this is bad.
He was busy testing potions and forgot that the Muggle bank would send the mortgage agreement back.
“Explain.
What is going on!” Jessica throws the letter on the table and makes Rayleigh explain clearly. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
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“So for a pile of waste paper, you sold our house?”
“I did not sell it.
Temporarily mortgaged…
We still have the estate…”
“The estate?” Jessica laughs lightly and glances at the house-elf.
“Ask Bubbles what your Travers Family’s ancestral home looks like now.
It is almost ruins!
Even now, it is about the same.
Still calling it an estate…” Jessica mercilessly describes the broken estate, her tone full of disgust.
“Stolen from, robbed from.
Apart from a bunch of chattering portraits, there is nothing left but weeds and rats.”
“Get the house back from the Muggles immediately.”
“Mom, it was only mortgaged a couple of days ago…” Rayleigh looks at Jessica’s unfriendly gaze and hurriedly nods in agreement: “I will contact Andrew immediately.
I will get the house back tomorrow.”
“Your remaining pocket money is canceled.” Jessica pokes her son’s head and tells him to go take a shower quickly.
Rayleigh looks at his sloppy appearance in the mirror and only then realizes he has not left the laboratory for a week.
He takes a shower and comes out wrapped in a bathrobe.
“Bubbles, go prepare the materials.”
“Little master, the materials bought last time are used up.
Does Bubbles need to go to Diagon Alley to buy more?”
“How much money do we have left?”
“Little master, there are still 200 Galleons left.
Enough to buy ten sets of potion materials.” Bubbles touches the big bag.
The full bag of gold coins the little master gave him has completely deflated, leaving only a pitiful 200.
“You go to Diagon Alley to buy materials first.
I will look again and see exactly where the problem is.” Rayleigh sighs and picks up his notebook to flip through it.
From the potion books found in the Junk Shop, he really did find several potions that can increase magic power.
There is Giant Potion with extremely severe side effects, Sprint Supplement that temporarily increases magic power, Devil’s Nettle Juice that continuously raises the upper limit of magic power but makes wizards addicted…
After Rayleigh’s unremitting searching and reading, he finally finds two formulas that look feasible.
The first potion is called Phoenix Blood.
The name says it all.
When making it, a small amount of phoenix blood must be added to the cauldron, thereby increasing the wizard’s magic power.
He must say, the wizard who created this potion formula was very imaginative.
But he was too imaginative, so much so that the formula itself is only theoretically feasible and completely without any practical significance.
Who in the magical world does not know that phoenixes are rare creatures?
The only phoenix whose whereabouts are known is in Dumbledore’s office.
Rayleigh does not have the courage to hold a syringe and jump in front of Dumbledore: “Old fox, hand over your pet!”
By then, before Dumbledore even reacts in shock, Fawkes would spit out a mouthful of fire and burn him to flying ashes.
Compared with the unrealistic Phoenix Blood, Rayleigh is more optimistic about another potion called Blue Moonlight.
Its formula also looks very feasible, and all the medicinal materials used can be found on the market.
The medicinal effect is equally outstanding, and it also has a compound enhancement effect on both spirit and physique.