A week has passed, and the suspect who opened the Chamber of Secrets still has no clue.
Snape spent almost the entire Potions Class this week mocking Vincent.
In his words, the world is fair, and one should be humble.
Lockhart's lessons were as usual; the six boys basically chose to ignore him.
The Black Swan is quite arrogant, always saying he'll crush Gryffindor in Saturday's Quidditch Match.
"I'm going to shave their heads!" Wood stood in front of the six team members. "If I can't do it, I'll jump into Black Lake and swim naked!"
Angelina and Katie shook their heads, indicating that neither of them wanted to be with him.
Vincent and the twins were the same.
"Harry, how are you?"
"I—I'm just like them."
Wood's face was grim. "Then I'll go myself!"
Fred and George both made camera-holding gestures. "Captain, we'll record this precious moment!"
"Remember to take good photos."
"Received, mission accomplished—"
"You two really dare!" Wood roared, making them stagger. "If I go, do you think you two bastards can escape?"
"No, no, I wouldn't dare."
The two of them, carrying new brooms, ran out of the break room with smiles on their faces.
Li, standing excitedly in the stands, exclaimed, "Look! Gryffindor Quidditch Team's two Bludger have come out!"
McGonagall, who was holding a small umbrella, looked at him.
"It's sunny today, a perfect day for playing ball!"
She pursed her lips. "Mr. Lee Jordan, it's drizzling right now."
"Ah—oh, Professor." Lee looked down and saw Wood leading his teammates out.
"Wow! Is this the custom-built Alpha I from Cleansweep Company?"
Flawless, simply a gift from Merlin!
McGonagall squinted at Josen, who was sitting on the other side, "Cleansweep against a Nimbus, a custom model versus a mass-produced model, today's match will be in the newspapers, right?"
"Yes—yes." Josen glanced somewhat guiltily at the audience.
Under the pretext of maintenance, Cleansweep Company dispatched several "experts" as support staff.
However, their true identity is that of photographers, responsible for recording the entire match.
"I heard that Vincent is about to become one of your shareholders?"
"Ah—yes, yes."
The Gryffindor Quidditch Team below all mounted broomsticks and began to slowly fly around the field.
"What did he sacrifice?" McGonagall's eyes were exceptionally sharp, making Josen's heart tremble.
"The board is still discussing it," he quickly explained. "Please rest assured, none of the three Mr. Ollerton will harm him."
"That would be best." Her expression returned to calm. "I'll go back to your headquarters when I have time."
When are you free?
Of course, this happens when making certain irrational choices.
Josen smiled wryly, "I think all three Mr. Ollerton will be looking forward to it."
Cleansweep was founded in 1926, by which time McGonagall had already left the Ministry of Magic to teach at Hogwarts.
She was an excellent Seeker when she was young, although she later bought brooms because they were Cleansweep and good quality.
The school's brooms are replaced every ten years or so, but the first impression she makes on the young wizards is enough to make the three Ollerton brothers think twice.
Li cautiously glanced at the two of them, cleared his throat slightly, and then recited an advertisement at lightning speed:
"Breaking news! The upgraded Gwent will be officially released at the end of this month, and will be available at the Owl Court Club and Diagon Alley!"
1 Galleon 10 cards – upgraded quality at the same price! The concurrently running campus tournament boasts a prize pool of up to 5000 Galleon!
Lee felt uneasy under McGonagall's gaze, but mustered his courage and said the last part, "The competition uses a points system, and the top 50 participants will receive a varying number of Gold Galleons!"
Josen looked at Vincent's receding figure as he flew away.
Rationally speaking, until just now he thought that Gwent was just a minor game among students.
Now, he suddenly had a ridiculous idea.
Quidditch can host World Cup, and Gwent can have a school tournament.
The former is for a small number of participants, while the latter is open to everyone.
Gwent World Championship?
This is not impossible.
"Minerva, do you have the newest Gwent?"
"Yes." McGonagall let Lee go for now.
Josen seemed a little excited. "Could you lend me one? I've thought of a better cooperation plan!"
"Capital injection?"
"Yes, we can provide massive funding to help Gwent rapidly grow into a multinational corporation!"
McGonagall shook her head regretfully. "You know Vincent's personality; he prefers to be in control."
"Of course!" Josen assured him again, "We can not only provide funds, but also exchange shares."
"It depends on what you give up." She looked at the field with some confusion.
Li Da's advertisements undoubtedly had excellent results.
Perhaps it was unintentional, or perhaps it was intentional.
It's no secret that Josen was watching the game, so this Gwent ad is a bargaining chip.
A bargaining chip that could cause the Cleansweep Company to lose control and prompt major powers in the Wizarding World to extend olive branches.
Of course, the prerequisite is to defeat the Wizard Cards first, and the school tournament must also come to a successful conclusion.
"We all underestimated him, Minerva," Josen sighed. "His appetite is probably bigger than I thought."
McGonagall said with a proud look, "Gwent is both educational and fun, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that."
Dumbledore had told her about the Death Eaters.
Voldemort only operates in the British Isles, and is only a threat within that area.
How would wizards around the world view the Ministry of Magic's ban on the book? How would they view Fudge's Fudge against Vincent?
The faster Gwent develops, the more Voldemort's story becomes impossible to conceal.
"After he graduates, he may become a new legend at Hogwarts."
Josen couldn't deny her assessment. "Minerva, she's already a legend."
Li Zhu introduced the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team one by one, speaking at an extremely fast pace.
When it was Vincent's turn, he unconsciously straightened his chest.
"He is the most challenging student in history in the sorting process!"
The youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin and the Congressional Medal of Honor in history!
The Founders of the Owl Court Club and Gwent!
The Apprentice of Nick Flamel!
The winner of the campus fighting tournament!
The great hero of Gryffindor!
He is Vincent Wayne, our forever President!
McGonagall showed no dissatisfaction with the long introduction; on the contrary, she was just as proud as Lee.
"Now it's Slytherin's turn, and we can see they all have grumpy faces!"
Draco followed behind Marcus, his eyes fixed on Vincent in the sky.
He and his teammates rode the Nimbus 2001 together, soaring into the sky at an extremely high speed.
After they flew around the track once, Madam Hooch went straight to the large box that was shaking on the grass.
"The match begins!"