The wall clock on the wall struck four times, and Scrimgeour behind his desk yawned deeply, blowing the candle on the desk and swaying. After rubbing his eyes, which were a little dry from staying up late, he put down the financial statements in his hand that he didn't know how many times he had read this evening.

At this point, Scrimgeour felt that he was getting old, that he used to be an Auror who could go a week without sleeping to arrest dark wizards, but now he couldn't stand it after two or three all-nighters in a row.

Before preparing to rest, Minister Scrimgeour picked up a brand new swan quill that he had just bought from the Literati Quill Shop the previous night, dipped it in inkwell, and signed several contracts for the purchase of medicines and other supplies.

At the Hog's Head Bar, there is a lounge next to Scrimgeour's office where he can rest after working overtime.

Scrimgeour lay in bed, realizing that he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and his mind was still full of thoughts about the financial statements and the contract.

A few days ago, Zhang quietly found him, told him that he now had a chance to make a fortune, and asked him if he wanted to follow him. After listening to Zhang's explanation for more than ten minutes, he still didn't understand how Zhang's people made money by currency exchange.

But out of trust in Zhang and his own intuition, Scrimgeour signed a contract worth 10,000 Galleons with the other party in the name of purchasing medicines. If Zhang made money with this money, then everyone would be easy to say. In case the money is lost, he can still use this contract to find someone Zhang to get medicine.

Just after dinner today, Zhang sneaked up on him again, and then quietly stuffed a financial statement into his hand.

Scrimgeour opened the financial statements and found that the funds for the "purchase of medicines" had become 14,000 Galleons in a short period of time after some operation and after deducting the corresponding fees and commissions.

Before leaving, Zhang bought an "antique quill pen" stuck in Scrimgeoer's desk for 500 Galleons, and said that if the Ministry of Magic continued to invest more in "purchasing medicines and other supplies" from him, he would pay a lot of money for the "art inkwell" on his desk.

After a few days, the investment cost will have a forty percent return, which is enough to make Scrimgeur, who has a headache because of the next financial problems of the Ministry of Magic, take a risk.

In the summer, the Ministry of Magic emptied almost all of Diagon Alley, causing London's pseudo-Ministry of Magic to suffer a big loss during the tax season at the end of September, forcing Lucius Malfoy to use a highly conflicting tax package system to solve some of the tax problems. The Ministry of Magic succeeded, and for the rest of the day, the rampaging Death Eaters and the wizarding inhabitants pitted each other, turning the hearts of the people towards Hogsmeade.

However, just as the tax season was approaching at the end of December, the old Malfoy directly took a salary, forcing a large number of merchants who moved north to Hogsmeade to return to Diagon Alley under the threat of out-of-stock from upstream suppliers, and the Hogsmeade market suddenly became depressed.

It was a bad feeling to be treated in the same way, and Scrimgeour could predict that if things were left unfolded, the Ministry of Magic would end up in the same fate as the pseudo-Ministry of Magic had been three months earlier in the upcoming tax season.

The cost of wartime was enormous, enough for the Ministry of Magic to spend a year's worth of money, but it was all over in a quarter at this time.

At this time, in the face of Zhang's temptation that "if he makes a medium- to long-term investment, he can get profits from daring to trample on all human laws to daring to commit any crime", Scrimgeour began to consider whether to "make a huge purchase of drugs and other materials in a short, medium and long term".

As for the cost of "procurement", the Minister of Magic, who could not come up with so much money for a while, planned to use the underground building of the Ministry of Magic in London to make a mortgage to Gringotts. Anyway, they're in the hands of the Death Eaters right now, so let's exchange them for money.

The reason why Scrimgeour couldn't sleep, and the reason he felt that the money was a little hot to hold. Unlike Zhang, he has more issues to think about in this matter than Zhang, and in addition to economic issues, he also needs to consider the social and political issues behind it.

Hundreds of years ago, in this pig's head bar, the goblins commanded a rebellion. Although the rebellion was suppressed, the elves were given the right to run Gringotts. From then on, whenever it came to money, the goblins always looked down on the wizards with a condescending eye, and they took it for granted that they were sharpened on economic matters.

Scrimgeour didn't know how much money they had invested in total, but considering his move to double the investment after seeing this period of income, he felt that the total amount of this investment activity would be a very exaggerated figure in the next operation.

Unlike normal trade in the past, it would be strange if the goblins learned that someone had earned a lot of gold from them for nothing just by exchanging money through information asymmetry, and their mentality would not explode. If this situation intensifies, maybe a second goblin rebellion is not far off.

Gringotts was not helpless in this situation, as long as the elves strengthened their ties with Muggles and adjusted the exchange rate of their currencies in a timely manner, they could solve this problem on a large level.

However, Scrimgeour didn't think the elves would change anytime soon, even if they were hundreds of years older than the gold coins. Since he had been dealing with Gringotts since becoming Minister of Magic, he knew the goblins better.

"That's a bunch of greedy, stubborn, and arrogant guys." Scrimgeour himself once said to someone in private, "And the whole Gringotts is full of decay and dullness." ”

When Gringotts in the east of Asia discovers the real reason for the massive loss of gold coins, and then sends the accurate news to Gringotts headquarters in London, Scrimgeour estimates that it will be next spring or even summer.

Tomorrow spring or summer is out of Scrimgeour's business, his next task is to get a good night's sleep and recuperate, and he will be required to speak at the opening ceremony of the 1997 Hogsmeade Christmas Shopping Carnival tomorrow morning.

Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was already half-past four, but Scrimgeour noticed that he was tired but not sleepy. He sat up from the bed, pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out a bottle of potion from inside. After taking a sip of the small half-cap potion that had been measured by the potion, he burrowed into the bed before the potion worked, and immediately went into a deep sleep.