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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛
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The screen flickered again.
𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲.
The camera zoomed through the white and gold interior of the Palace. A magnificent gold chandelier hung, and the camera moved down to show the study.
There were looks of awe and jealousy.
"Honestly, why can't I be rich?"
Behind the desk and huge stacks of paperwork, a brunette sat. Her eyes flickered through the parchment, before writing something. She was shown moving one-half of the stacks to the right, picking up the other half.
"So much paperwork." Sirius was traumatised, how could someone have so much paperwork?
"That's only that week," Draco pointed out.
"And only, the paperwork of the House of Black," Nymphadora said,
"There is more?" James asked.
"Well, there is that of the House of Volkov and one separately for the Royal House of Volkov. And two more." Harry told his father.
"What is the difference between, House and Royal House?" Hermione asked.
"Well Hermione, Russia is ruled by Volkov. Both, the muggle Russia and the wizarding Russia. The Royal House is the muggle counterpart." Nephthys told her.
