Chief Designer of Cleansweep Broom Company
After one lesson, Gryffindor gained 15 points, and Ravenclaw gained 9 points.
With Vincent's help, Ron finally managed to barely get his Blue Fatty into the passing grade.
"You just lack confidence."
"Thank you, Vincent."
Despite his seemingly humble demeanor, Ron is actually bursting with self-confidence.
The reason for his poor performance was entirely due to that wand with a bit of Unicorn Hair sticking out.
After class, he suddenly started giving instructions and pontificating to Seamus in a very casual manner.
"Watch how I do it!"
"Oh."
Turning a desk into a pig is undoubtedly far beyond his capabilities.
This is a disaster.
Seamus bent down and gently poked the round lump of wood. "Wow, you failed~"
Ron's face immediately turned red. "Can you call this a failure Transfiguration like this...?"
Then he blurted out something about being 99% successful and that changing the wand would guarantee success.
It even made the Little Lions laugh.
"Vincent, when do you think he disappeared?"
Hermione picked up her textbook with a disdainful look. "He left with Professor McGonagall as soon as class was over."
"Okay." Ron walked quickly out of the classroom amidst laughter.
His hard-won confidence was shattered once again.
"Wait, Ron!" Harry quickly chased after him.
The office of the Gryffindor Headmaster.
The chief designer from the Cleansweep Broom Company has arrived.
"Josen Smith, just call me Josen."
After introducing himself, the dark-skinned Josen picked up the broom in front of him, which had no branches at the end, and examined it closely.
Vincent secretly gave McGonagall a thumbs up for her professionalism.
"The flight system showed no obvious cracks—the suspension system was even reinforced..."
Josen's expression grew increasingly surprised.
Rather than being repaired, it was more like being completely strengthened by the riotous magical power.
He excitedly approached Vincent and asked, "What were you thinking back then?"
"I was just thinking that something big was going to happen, that I might get blown out of school."
"I see. This opens up a new research and development approach for us."
Vincent and McGonagall both became interested.
"The magically enhanced components inside are comparable to those made by elves!"
Josen gently stroked a few unrepaired cracks on the broom's exterior. "Like a custom-made piece, it's probably only suitable for Mr. Wayne."
"Excuse me, you mean my magic power..."
He nodded with a look of rapture. "Yes, it can be considered a unique Alchemical Item."
The brooms we produce are all mass-produced items with consistent specifications. I dare say there isn't a broom in the entire Wizarding World more suitable for you than this one.
The new idea I got from Vincent is a personalized custom-made product with perfectly matched parameters.
No matter how outstanding the performance is, it's not as good as what's best suited to you.
"Mr. Wayne, may I watch your flight?"
After receiving permission from McGonagall, Vincent took the broom from him.
"Just fly around freely?"
"Please bring it to its fullest potential."
Vincent, riding on a broom outside the castle, made a gesture, then kicked off the grass and soared into the air.
"Ten seconds, 1,500 feet..."
Josen, holding a mechanical stopwatch, recorded the data in his notebook.
The figure in the sky made a sharp turn and flew towards the Black Lake to the lower left.
"Extreme speed turning time: 0.57 seconds..."
After circling the Black Lake, Vincent rode his broom back to the two of them.
"It takes 1.72 seconds to come to a complete stop..."
After recording the basic parameters, Josen remained silent for a long while.
"Professor?"
"Shh-"
After the two waited patiently for two minutes, he suddenly picked up the broom and examined it again.
"The external crack has widened, but the internal components are undamaged..."
Josen handed it back. "Mr. Wayne, I heard you can spell words while riding it?"
"Yes, it shakes a lot when braking."
"I see..."
After saying that, he suddenly looked up and said, "Mr. Wayne, you've given me another new idea!"
"Uh—" Vincent was hugged tightly by him with an embarrassed look on his face. "Mr. Smith, I was just flying by feeling."
After releasing his grip, Josen looked at McGonagall and asked, "Minerva, may I hire Mr. Wayne as our company's test pilot?"
"I personally have no objection." McGonagall's expression turned somewhat strange.
The chief designer of the Cleansweep Broom Company also took a liking to Vincent's talent for flying.
"Mr. Smith, I still need to go to school."
"Please don't worry." Josen understood his concerns. "The brooms we provide are all modified for you, and there will only be one or two test flights a month."
Vincent immediately agreed.
Who wouldn't want to own a high-end, custom-made flying broom?
What's more, these test pilots always get to use the latest technology.
"As for the compensation, I think you will be satisfied."
Vincent smiled and shook hands with him.
"Mr. Wayne, do you have any suggestions for its repair?"
"Here it is!" McGonagall excitedly unfolded a roll of weathered parchment with her little hands.
The red and gold color scheme of the sword, along with the exquisite lion head design on the grip, made Vincent's eye twitch slightly.
This dean who can turn into a cat probably already drew up the design blueprints a long time ago.
Inside the Trophy Room, there is a 1971 Quidditch Cup with her name printed on it.
This plan must be at least twenty years old.
"Mr. Smith, let's proceed with this plan."
Josen carefully put away the design. "Minerva, may I watch Mr. Wayne's game?"
In a good mood, McGonagall agreed.
Soon, the flying broom she designed in her youth will be born.
"This—I haven't passed the test yet."
She reached out and gently patted Vincent's shoulder. "Trust my judgment; you'll definitely pass."
Vincent believed there was no foul play involved, but he still had doubts about his flying talent.
He hasn't tried any other brooms yet, and he might not even pass the test.
Josen also provided assurances regarding this concern.
The Cleansweep Broom Company will be operating at full capacity from this afternoon, aiming to completely renovate it by Saturday.
"I hope you will treat it well." Vincent reluctantly handed over the broom.
"Rest assured, this is the only flying broom in the Wizarding World."
After repeatedly assuring him, Josen gently took it.
Only after he walked out of the castle gate did the two of them turn their gazes away.
"Vincent, what name are you going to give it?"
"Rascal Rabbit".
Even the most kind-hearted person like McGonagall found it strange.
"Professor, don't you think this name is very much like my personality?" Vincent blinked.
"You certainly have a lot of clever ideas."
McGonagall chuckled and shrugged. "There are so many that I'm starting to consider whether I should activate the patrol mode for those armored figures on the fourth floor."
"Professor, you knew?"
No, I don't know anything.