October 30th, the eve of Halloween.
While the students were still dreaming and looking forward to the evening's banquet, Vincent had already changed his clothes and arrived at the Headmaster's Office.
The Alchemy Shop will open in two hours, and he will set off with Dumbledore.
Invitations to the guests were sent out two weeks in advance, but it's hard to say how many will actually attend.
"Professor, I need your help with something..."
The surprise on Dumbledore's face gradually disappeared.
After listening, he smiled and nodded, "Yes, I believe Newt Scamander will not refuse."
"That's great!" Vincent shrugged. "Professor, let's go."
Fawkes flew over from the perch and carried the two to Knockturn Alley.
No further dialogue was needed; they both understood that they had achieved their respective goals.
The firelight disappeared, Vincent saw a remarkably clean and tidy street.
Fudge's pretense was so impressive that for a moment he thought he had come to the wrong place.
It can't compare to the Diagon Alley, but it's better than the usual dirt and disorder.
Those wizards who dared not show their faces all hid at home, and the streets were filled with either the Magical Law Enforcement Squad or serious wizards who came to watch the spectacle.
Almost all of them are from China, but some are from abroad.
Vincent still has some influence.
Nicolas Flamel's apprentice, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class and the Magical Congress Medal of Honor, and a representative of the Britain youth in Wizengamot...
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head at him. "I know you're very clear-headed, but as someone who's been through it all, I still have to give you some advice—"
Don't let the current honors blind you, Vincent. You don't want to end up like them, do you?
Vincent followed his gaze.
A large group of people stood in the middle of the street; they were all guests invited to the opening of the Alchemy Shop.
The most prominent were Fudge and other Ministry of Magic officials, followed by several representatives from the International Alchemical Association.
President Hafra had a big smile on his face and looked to be in a very good mood.
You can still laugh if some of your interests are affected, but what if even greater interests are affected?
Vincent solemnly assured Dumbledore, "Professor, I will remember this well."
After walking a few more steps, they spotted two people.
With a fake smile and a hint of surprise, Fudge approached the group of officials with great enthusiasm.
"Oh—our main character for today has finally arrived."
The pride on his face was genuine. "Vincent, you've done something truly great!"
"No, Minister Fudge, I just wanted to earn Gold Galleons, I had no other intentions at all."
To this day, only a very few people know the pricing of alchemical products.
Ultra-low price, exceptional value for money.
In the minds of most wizards, every alchemical tool is extremely precious and priceless.
Vincent opened the store?
Putting aside its location in the infamous Knockturn Alley and its production capacity by himself, the high cost alone means that the selling price will not be low.
Everyone is only attending out of courtesy; they're just saying polite things.
Fudge smiled and patted Vincent on the shoulder.
"Don't be modest. It's a remarkable thing to let more wizards enjoy the convenience brought by Alchemical Item."
Vincent gave a forced smile. "Minister Fudge. I will definitely continue to work hard."
If Fudge can maintain this attitude throughout, without favoring either side, it would be a blessing for the British Wizarding World.
Unfortunately, based on Vincent's understanding of him, it would be good enough if the Alchemy Shop wasn't forced to shut down after the price was announced.
Following the Ministry of Magic is the International Alchemical Association.
Hafra, like an elder, earnestly advised Vincent, saying that many senior members of the association supported him, and that he should not let them down.
"Chairman Hafra, you certainly won't be disappointed," Vincent added mysteriously.
"I've also prepared a little surprise, so please don't be scared!"
Hafra's smile widened. "There's another surprise? We'll wait and see."
Of course, the partners wouldn't be absent from such a big event as the opening of the Alchemy Shop.
Lestrange of the Greengrass Family, Devin of the Rosier Family, and Toshihiko of the Japan Shingu Family are all present.
After exchanging a few words, the group continued walking.
Before long, the pyramid-shaped Alchemy Shop arrived.
Its obsidian-like appearance drew gasps of amazement.
Representatives of the Alchemy Association, including Hafra, marveled at the lines and symbols on it.
Every Alchemists has their own set of encryption methods, and if they are not mistaken, these lines and symbols should be able to yield some recipes through arrangement.
If it weren't for the other guests, they might have already taken out paper and pen to solve the puzzle.
Since Vincent dared to engrave the formula, it must be something extraordinary.
However, he also has sufficient confidence in the encryption method.
Based on the encrypted manuscript, Nicolas Flamel made slight modifications to the arrangement and reorganized the symbols according to the rules of Chinese radicals.
Lines can be considered superfluous, as many of their functions are misleading.
Outside the Alchemy Shop, Cheshire had been waiting for a long time, respectfully approached Vincent.
"Chairman, everything is ready, we can begin at any time."
"Very good." Vincent addressed the guests. "I'm sure you're all eager to get started."
He glanced at Rita, who was standing in the corner with the reporters, and said, "The idea for the Alchemy Shop actually came from a small wish of mine."
I believe that Alchemy shouldn't be confined to a small group of wizards, but for various reasons, it has never become widespread.
The expressions on the faces of Hafra and other association representatives were somewhat unpleasant.
After all, he was a renowned Alchemists, and he disguised his minor grievances very well.
Vincent, ignoring them, paused briefly before continuing:
"My Alchemy mentor is a master in this field, someone I can never catch up to. Every single thing he creates is something I have to look up to."
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Don't worry about me, I'm good at comforting myself."
The guests smiled politely.
Just when they thought that was the end of it, Vincent suddenly dropped a bombshell:
"I am honored to have such a great mentor guiding me in Alchemy, and I have finally found a way to realize my wish."
Hafra was not surprised, but rather frightened.
After all, it's just a child, and even mass production might not necessarily reduce costs.
Vincent suddenly opened his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Everyone knows I come from Muggle family, and my dad recently acquired a car manufacturer."
During the summer vacation, I visited the factory there and came up with a particularly efficient solution.
Faced with the doubts and disbelief of the crowd, he slowly revealed the answer:
"I have built a streamlined Alchemy Factory that can successfully scale up production while reducing the originally high costs to an almost impossible number."
Silence, deathly silence.
The expressions on the faces of Hafra and other association representatives changed.
Before this, Vincent was a promising and promising junior to them.
But now, he has become the enemy of Alchemists —no, of the entire Alchemy world.