Hermione's meddlesome and stubborn nature was the real reason she had been ostracized when she first started school.
Even though she had changed a lot now, her fundamental nature remained the same.
Vincent saw the determination on her little face.
"Why do I feel like you're setting me up?"
Hermione, who had been slightly angry just moments ago, rolled her eyes at him.
"Mr. Wayne, the great reader of hearts, might be overthinking things. We're only twelve-year-old little witches."
"Heh, as if I'm not twelve too."
"On the surface, yes." Hermione shook her head with grave seriousness. "But mentally, you're already like some middle-aged uncle."
Vincent was deeply wounded.
Were little girls these days really calling someone an uncle just because he was more mature in his thinking and calmer in his actions?
"You win." He sat down decisively.
"How's the research going? Have you figured out how to make those old men reap what they sow?"
"No." Hermione raised the autobiography in her hand. "Wizard Cards are a lot like Ponzi's original scam, except they get to determine the value themselves."
"A false bubble..." Vincent propped up his chin. "With such a huge investment, it'll definitely be spectacular when it bursts."
"Should we find the most credible wizard to expose the conspiracy?"
"Professor Dumbledore's personality is too kind. It'd be easy for them to accuse him of targeting them."
"What about you?"
"I'm a competitor."
Daphne blinked her big eyes, trying to understand their conversation.
Expose the scam, make the Wizard Cards end up rotting in those old men's hands, and ultimately strip them of both their credibility and the wealth they had invested.
Who could expose it?
Who would dare to expose it?
No one in the country could do it, and those abroad were even less likely