The Owl Court's big moves certainly couldn't escape the notice of the Black Swan on the other side.
Almost immediately after class, Draco convened a meeting with senior members.
It's still the same round table, and the same six chairs.
"Theodore is still absent?" Marcus asked, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.
"He's been like this since he was a child." Draco pulled a deck of cards from his pocket.
"This is the first batch; you should all have received them, right?"
"Of course." Pansy reached out and touched the card at the very top.
The card depicts a handsome and elegant blond man, Armand Malfoy, an ancestor of the Malfoy Family.
If the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy had not existed, the Malfoy family would still be Muggle nobles.
"They don't know us, they don't know what contributions we Pure-blood Wizard have made to the Wizarding World— "
Draco tapped the table lightly. "It's time. It's time for them to understand our greatness!"
In that incredibly dark era, wealthy and powerful Pure-blood Wizard provided assistance to many wizards.
Without them, the number of wizards would definitely be even less than it is now.
"The Wizard Cards are not only a way to make money, but also the first step for us to return to our peak!"
Black Swan know what's going on in the Owl Court, and vice versa.
Vincent had long known that those Pure-blood gentlemen would secretly add their own agendas to the Wizard Cards.
If the Death Eaters cannot be brought out, the Ministry of Ministry of Magic is a good entry point.
Nobi Ritchie was the first Muggle-born Minister for Magic, but unfortunately he resigned due to a conspiracy orchestrated by Lucius's father, Abraxas Malfoy Malfoy.
There have been persistent rumors that this old man was behind it all, causing Minister Richie, who was dedicated to improving the status of Muggle, to contract some mysterious illness.
There was no evidence, of course, but that didn't stop Vincent from smuggling in his own agenda.
The simple phrase "offended most Pure-blood family" is enough to make people speculate.
Early Saturday morning.
Josen Smith, the chief designer of the Cleansweep Broom Company, has arrived.
He came to Hogwarts for two reasons.
First, we will deliver the Cleansweep new series for this year, a customized version of the Alpha I.
Compared to the Nimbus 2001, which was launched at the same time by Nimbus Racing Broom Company, the mass-produced version is not only more affordable, but also slightly better in performance.
It is said that Devlin Wightthorn, the Founders of Nimbus Racing Broom Company., has given the R&D department a death order.
If their sales next year still can't beat the Cleansweep company, they'll all have to go skinny dipping in Iceland.
When Josen entered the Great Hall, Vincent had already been there for a long time.
"Mr. Wayne has been making quite a splash in the last six months!"
"My little bit of fame is nowhere near as good as Mr. Smith, who beat up the Nimbus, or Cleansweep!"
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Josen took out five long, silver metal boxes from his briefcase.
"The custom-made versions of the Alpha I each have their own unique features."
Goalkeepers need mobility and stability, so Wood's new broom has a rounded shape that is a size smaller than the Rascal Rabbit's.
Fred and George, who are Beater, are extremely agile on the field, so their brooms are specially miniaturized and highly customized to pursue agility.
Finally, there are Angelina and Katie, who are Chaser.
Even without Vincent's flying skills, they were among the most capable students.
Sacrificing endurance for short bursts of power will greatly enhance their already outstanding performance.
Vincent opened his briefcase and took out a money bag full of Gold Galleons.
"Mr. Smith, are you sure you're only charging the cost price for these five custom-made brooms?"
"That's right." Josen didn't count the money; he simply put the money bag away. "Please, Mr. Wayne, do not reveal our trade secrets."
A custom-made sword costs nearly 150 Galleon to produce, but is priced more than ten times higher.
Like Muggle tech companies, broom companies in the Wizarding World generally believe in high investment and high returns.
Vincent nodded slightly and placed all five long boxes into the briefcase. "Mr. Smith, would you be interested in watching our training?"
"Of course, I plan to start the design of the second-generation Alfa now."
"I'm very busy, Mr. Smith."
Josen understood his meaning and revealed his second purpose here:
"The three Mr. Ollerton in the company, let me propose a new cooperation plan to you."
"Cooperation?" Vincent sat back down in astonishment.
"Given Mr. Wayne's current status, the test pilot's words are clearly derogatory."
It turned out to be an olive branch.
What is the plan?
"Technology as equity." Josen smiled confidently. "The three Founders unanimously believe that Mr. Wayne has great potential, unlike those self-imposed Alchemists."
Their Founders, the three Ollerton brothers, were also members of the International Alchemy Association.
Nicolas Flamel's manuscripts are of immeasurable value, and there's no reason for the nearest Cleansweep company not to be interested.
"You guys have quite the appetite," Vincent, lightly tapping the briefcase on the table. "If I were to remain silent like this, wouldn't something unexpected happen?"
Josen's smile became somewhat stiff. "I think the three Founders know how to distinguish between partners and competitors."
As expected, the news of Nicolas Flamel's "death" will remain tightly under wraps.
Vincent didn't know when Voldemort would return, but he knew the probability of something "accidentally" happening to him would only decrease.
The identity of the legendary Alchemists is a protective shield, while the hidden identity of another apprentice is a nuclear bomb.
The Wizarding World may have long forgotten Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald's power, but the still occasionally active Wizards' Purity Party cannot be ignored.
With one card revealed and one hidden, the choice is already quite obvious.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Smith."
Josen paused for a moment, "Could it be—oh no, I meant to say it was a pleasure to work together?"
Vincent stood up again, a confident smile on his face. "Did I agree so quickly, exceeding your expectations?"
"A little." Josen shook his head with a wry smile. "Mr. Wayne, it seems I underestimated you."
"No, right?" Vincent picked up the suitcase. "I'm just a twelve-year-old wizard. What bad intentions could I possibly have?"
Ah—yes.
Josen stared blankly as the chair he had just been sitting in moved automatically to its original position, and suddenly felt a strange sense of dread.
At the age of 12, he mastered silent and Wandless Magic and also created a weapon that could pierce through the transparent shell of Furaikan.
Nicolas Flamel, the Ministry of Magic, and the Magical Congress are not fools; barring unforeseen circumstances, this "accident" is highly unlikely to occur.
He didn't know the three Founders' true thoughts, but he felt that it was best to maintain the right position in his collaboration with Vincent.
"Mr. Smith, if we don't go now, the training will be over."
"Let's go." Josen temporarily suppressed his concerns.
There is clearly no more convincing reason to change the minds of the three Founders.
Vincent was someone he had recommended to the company, and he didn't want any future conflicts between them.