After chatting with Fudge for a few minutes, Vincent turned to face Devin, who had just arrived.
Behind him was a well-dressed middle-aged couple.
"Mom and Dad, let me introduce you..."
Clement Rosier was tall and slender, and his every move exuded aristocratic elegance.
Selena Rosier was dignified and beautiful, holding her husband's arm like a noblewoman.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Vincent."
"Me too, both of you."
If it weren't so blatant, Vida, the landlady, might have been invited over.
Rita then took another series of photos.
There are so many surprises here; going to the other side will only reveal some Pure-blood wizards.
How did Wayne get to know the Rosier Family, and how did he manage to get them to come and oversee things...?
These two titles alone are enough to qualify for the top headlines.
"Miss reporter, could you please be a little more mindful of your image?" The witch asked with obvious disdain, clinging to the arm of the male witch beside her.
"Sorry." Rita put away her lecherous expression.
As a qualified journalist, she wouldn't normally do that.
But there are just too many news stories to make headlines today, which is the happiest time for media professionals.
After the Rosier Family came the Greengrass Family.
Dressed like a princess, Astoria walked in the middle, holding her parents' hands on either side.
The first time she stepped out of the house, her little face was filled with curiosity and excitement.
"Uncle Lestrange, Aunt Sigrid— " Vincent bowed slightly, "And you, little sister Astoria."
"Crazy" is not enough to describe Rita's feelings at this moment.
While Rosier and Greengrass were not extreme Pure-blood Supremacy supremacists, they had always looked down on Muggle and Muggle-born wizard.
Vincent Wayne, this 12-year-old wizard, seems to have proven something to the Wizarding World.
Next to arrive were the Weasley and Diggory.
Rolf's parents were originally supposed to be there, but their Thunderbird, which they had been taking care of in North America, fell ill, so Newt Scamander and Tina came instead.
Wayne and Mr. and Mrs. Granger also arrived.
Eric smiled and put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Well done! You've definitely inherited my talent for business!"
"That's right, that's right." Vincent raised an eyebrow. "I will definitely spread the Wayne family's name throughout the entire Wizarding World."
Evelyn gently patted his head. "That's just how your father is. He can't even give you a little face?"
"Sure."
The Wayne were left speechless, both amused and exasperated.
They weren't interested in knowing who their son knew; as long as Vincent was still the Vincent, that was enough for them.
The invited guests had all arrived, and they all went inside the store together.
Rita followed him reluctantly, despite Viktor's glaring gaze that made her feel like a criminal.
She certainly knew this was a warning.
Those who remained outside were Scrimgeour and a few Auror.
"Ten people at a time, please enter in an orderly manner!"
The male and female wizards were very lucky to be among the first guests, along with the big shots.
Since entering the store, the two of them hadn't taken their eyes off the huge metal structure in the center.
"Putting in a Gold Galleons will automatically draw ten Gwent from the card pool."
Dumbledore chuckled and pulled out a small, clear candy. "I didn't bring my money bag. Can I use this as payment?"
Vincent shook his head decisively. "Professor, we only accept wizarding currency."
"Oh—that's a shame!" He put the candy in his mouth and casually conjured a Gold Galleons out of thin air.
The card pool has a total of twenty identical coin slots, each equipped with detection magic.
Getting something for free is impossible, not even for Dumbledore.
The warning sign above the coin slot made him nod in approval.
"Minister Fudge, please." Senior Secretary Umbridge took out a money bag.
This is not the Ministry of Magic's budget, but the Minister's personal property.
When the actual Gold Galleons was inserted into the coin slot, nine silver and one gold halos appeared before Fudge's eyes.
His luck wasn't great; he only triggered the minimum guarantee.
The dazzling golden light gradually faded, revealing an adorable Kraken.
It lazily waved its tentacles, closed its adorable big eyes, and transformed into an exquisitely designed Gwent card that floated in mid-air.
The other nine silver ones are all potions and spells.
"As expected of Minister Fudge!" Umbridge clapped his hands excitedly.
Vincent laughed awkwardly.
Gacha pulls are a mysterious art.
It is closely related to character, time, luck, posture, mood, etc., yet it seems insignificant.
"Boom!" A burst of colorful fireworks exploded above the heads of the wizard and witch.
Everyone craned their necks to look.
Ten consecutive wins: three gold and one colored!
Beneath the dazzling light was Lady Rowena the Grey Lady, wearing Diadem.
She sat gracefully on a raven chair, her wise gaze fixed on the two lucky customers.
"Congratulations!" Vincent stepped forward and hugged the two of them.
"You guys got it in one 10-pull, you're really lucky."
Fudge is such a jinx.
He stubbornly did a hundred consecutive draws, but each time he only got the guaranteed gold item.
Umbridge's character is even darker than his.
Why is it that everyone else gets amazing results in ten consecutive pulls, while the Minister always gets the guaranteed minimum?
Something's definitely fishy!
Undeterred, she tossed in a Gold Galleons, and a dazzling, colorful firework exploded on her forehead.
Fudge, a chibi-style character, removes his purple top hat, bows deeply, and transforms into a Gwent.
"Minister, I've chosen you!"
This scream put Gibbon in a very awkward position.
"Click, click, click—" Rita, her face flushed, excitedly pressed the shutter.
This is another major headline news story.
Just as the embarrassed Fudge was about to say something, two colorful fireworks exploded in succession.
Astoria stood on tiptoe, her two little hands raised high, each holding a card of Gu Gu and Jormungandr.
They can't compete with ordinary customers, they can't compete with subordinates, and they can't even compete with little girls.
Is this the status of the current Minister of Ministry of Magic?
Just as unlucky as him Dumbledore, who borrowed Gold Galleons from Vincent.
If you throw in fifty consecutive shots, every single one will be a guaranteed win.
"Professor, would you like to continue?"
"No, thank you."
The drop rate for a rare card in the gacha pool is 1.6%, meaning you should be able to get one every 100 pulls.
Unfortunately, only the gold card has a guaranteed drop mechanism; if you're unlucky, even if you spend all 10,000 cards on the opening day, you might not get a rainbow card.
Fudge went on another 100-pull run, and then completely gave up on continuing.
This gacha pool is cursed!
Many of the customers in the second and third batches were outstanding, yet he was still relying on the guaranteed minimum income.
However, he was quite satisfied with Gwent's addictive card-drawing mechanism.
Wayne Enterprises is a formally registered company, and even though its chairman is just a 12-year-old wizard, he still has to pay taxes to the Ministry of Magic.
Based on a profit of 3,000 cards per day, one should be able to earn fifty to sixty Galleon a day.
If they opened a few more branches, they could easily become a major taxpayer like Flying Broom Company.