Chapter 4 a talk with the father

Going up to his room, Hector starts thinking about his next steps for his plan, he can't let his father die or get sick, his father has always been so good to him all these years, yeah, he doesn't want to see his mother sad knowing that your parents have been together since school days. By the way, I think it's weird how a pureblood like my Slytherin godfather would make such a true friendship with a muggle born Hufflepuff like my dad, I think they've already told me that story? I don't think I remember well, I'll ask the godfather when I meet him again

The next morning Dad called me into his office to talk I think he should know about the dream I think I'll pass as a psychic I think it works thinking that everyone who has it can be psychic and totally random

Entering his office I see the yellow curtains on the tall French style windows and in front of the window I see him sitting in a high black chair, if I'm not mistaken I think this chair was a gift from the Minister of Egypt, hear Mom saying that It is made from Dalbergia melanoxylon I know this is a very expensive type of wood and has great resistance to magic.

Approaching him, he picks me up and asks "how did you sleep my champion?"

"I slept well daddy" Looking at my father's face I wait for the question that will decide my next moves for our family

"Your mother told me you had a dream, tell me how it was?"

Looking at his face I lower my head to look like I'm a little scared and start to tell him the dream, as a face would he listen in silence I narrating the dream I think to myself I think it's all right the father will resign the office of minister. After the account is over he is silent my heart starts beating faster waiting for his answer with a sigh he says

"I find it hard to believe that you would have such power at such an age as I know that on your mother's side of the family there is no one with that kind of power and on my family's side they are all Muggles"

silently waiting for him to continue talking he continues

"Son, it's hard for me to leave the position of minister so our biggest income comes from my salary as a minister, the muggle money that your chosen grandparents cannot be used in the wizarding world"

I'm starting to think about it we've always lived in Liverpool in a big 3 storey Victorian style house with a big front yard with a fountain and a back yard too and big stairs at the front door the property is really big. I always thought this was a minister of magic house but it seems it must be some inheritance from my muggle grandparents

"Can't Daddy just live on money from the muggle world?"

Shaking his head, he replies "I don't know how, muggle money has no power in the wizarding world if that's how the muggleborn would have a good life in the wizarding world as it would be easy for them to earn money in the muggle world with the powers that be magicians"

Looking at the father who is saddened by the muggleborn situation, I quickly start to think of a plan

"Dad, why don't you start an industry in the wizarding world?" I ask him with a little curiosity

Shaking his head, he replied "and it's hard to start a business in the wizarding world, as thoroughbred families don't allow you to grow up and they always find it difficult in the ministry to make you give up early and end up selling businesses to them for a low price."

He was surprised by the news, so it means that if a pureblood noble likes his company, they will do anything to buy it for a low price. They are bastards. Now I understand why they get richer with each generation.

I'm starting to think of a way around this. I need money to complete my plans, so I guess why don't we use Mommy? She is a pure and quiet blood and of the Macmillan family, which is one of the 28 holy

"Dad, why don't we do companies in Mom's name?" she's not a thoroughbred, i guess it would be easy what do you think? "

Dad looks at me surprised how a 7-year-old boy can think of something so complex, but on second thought, it would be so much easier, shaking his head

"Son, even so, the large and profitable industries are already in the hands of these families and it is difficult to compete with them"

"Dad is easy and only takes industrialists who are forgotten by these powerful families and you can use your power of minister of magic to help in the beginning I think they won't even notice if we don't go through their pockets" looking at my father I say after thinking a little bit and it's easy to think of a measure since I was born and a country where companies and the government have always walked hand in hand nothing a little money here or there can do wins a contract involving thousands of Galleon"

My dad starts to think and sees that this might eventually work out, he says "what industry do you think we can start?"

"Does Father have any family who sell parchment, quill and ink to the ministry?"

The father, shaking his head, replies "in the ministry, everyone uses their own parchment and the pen I buy with their money"

Wide-eyed, I'm surprised by the news. I'm a fool with this, how has anyone ever thought of providing this type of item for the ministry? Can you imagine how much money can be made from this sale.

"Dad, why don't we become a supplier of ink and parchment to the ministry? Imagine how happy the employees were to know they won't have to pull galleons out of their pockets to do their job, I think you can still make some administrative rules that make them use even more parchment than usual"

Looking at his son, Leach is shocked, as he just said this is really his son? Where did he learn this? "I think I'll have to talk to your mom and see what she thinks about all this"