Black Swan and his group laughed, but they showed no intention of going over to provoke them.
Vincent ignored their offer of an answer.
One shouldn't be too cruel; I hope they can cherish this beautiful memory.
Harry, on the other side, couldn't laugh at all.
"If you have any objections, feel free to go to Dumbledore."
Snape raised his wand and fired Legilimency.
His miserable childhood before starting school was all exposed in his mind.
Harry, looking pained, couldn't understand why he had to be the one to teach him Occlumency.
"Dumbledore is busy, and that brat Wayne can't teach."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the second shot came.
This time, it's a memory of the Hogwarts Express.
Snape knew everything about Ron's good mood, Hermione's slight puzzlement upon seeing Vincent, and so on.
The pained little face, which looked almost exactly like James Potter's, stirred up even more painful memories.
My mood didn't improve; in fact, it got worse than before.
Those eyes belong to Lily.
Harry, nearly out of breath, leaned weakly against the back of his chair.
The two brutal penetrations into his brain left him feeling like he was about to faint.
"If you don't want to be affected by the fragments of your soul, then quickly empty your mind!"
The third time was even more brutal.
Harry felt as if his head had cracked open, revealing all his secrets.
After the first Flying Class, I went from being terrified of being expelled to being overjoyed when I was selected for the school team.
The impulse to fight Draco out of the blue, and the relief of almost getting caught by Filch.
Perhaps the shock was too great, because he eventually fainted.
Snape put down his wand and watched coldly as he slid to the ground.
If Vincent hadn't disguised himself as the Headless Horseman that night, it wouldn't have been Draco and his friends who got caught.
"Reckless, impulsive, foolish..."
Two figures flashed past quickly.
The girl who teases the boy with glasses and stares at her with her beautiful eyes.
Snape extracted the memory and then put it into a small bottle.
He opened the wooden cabinet and bent down to pull out the bottom panel.
It was filled with little bottles that held memories.
Great Hall,
The Daily Prophet has updated its content.
The students were all enjoying their food while watching.
Big news, absolutely big news.
Just 10 minutes ago, a huge floating Magical Runes suddenly appeared in the Diagon Alley.
Many people know who the half-black and half-white question mark belongs to.
If that's all there is to it, it certainly wouldn't be considered big news.
It was not enchanted with Engorgement Charm or Levitation Charm; it was simply Alchemical Item.
"The photo has changed!" Byron exclaimed, holding up the newspaper. "It's Transfiguration like Gwent!"
The enormous Magical Runes were originally featured in the news photos are now turning into Gwent.
Below are interviews with passersby who were rushing to finish their reports.
The wizards were somewhat divided, since not everyone liked the cute chibi style.
The witches were different.
They all really love the new version of Gwent, especially Gu Gu, who is the brand ambassador.
It's round, it must feel very comfortable to touch.
"Gu Gu!" Gu Gu jumped out of Qiu's arms and stood proudly on the long table.
The publicity effect was entirely due to it.
"Here you go." Qiu Cha picked up a small piece of cut pork chop.
Gu Gu's big eyes seemed a little disgusted, but it still swallowed it.
"Okay, okay, it's just Little Field Mouse All-You-Can-Eat Set." She forked another small piece of pork chop.
"Vincent will definitely agree once the sales figures come out the day after tomorrow."
After swallowing it somewhat reluctantly, Gu Gu tilted its head and looked towards the lively Gryffindor table.
As the owner of the most prestigious owl in all of Hogwarts, how could I possibly lose to those arrogant Black Swan?
The Little Field Mouse All-You-Can-Eat Set is a sure thing!
"Is this the kind of creativity you're talking about?"
"Not a single Knut was spent, pushing the Wizard Cards advertisement to the bottom corner..."
Fred and George gave Vincent a thumbs up. "Dude, you're really cunning!"
Malfoy and his crew assumed that Gwent didn't have the money for advertising and that their promotions consisted mainly of regular newspapers and flyers.
Unexpectedly, a big one came out the day before the release, instantly attracting all the attention.
Squeezing out this big news story would cost several times the usual amount of Gold Galleons.
If the newspaper editor-in-chief were inhuman, the salary could increase tenfold or twentyfold.
"We're the weaker party, so we have to use some unexpected methods." Vincent picked up another newspaper from the pile in front of him.
This is the New York Ghost of the Magical Congress, which costs a lot of Gold Galleons to get a single page.
Although there is still a long time before the overseas release, it is still necessary to promote it in advance when there are no competitors.
In Japan, the Shingu Family's "Daily Wizarding News" exists, and it didn't cost a single Knut either.
Hermione looked away from the newspaper in his hand. "Aren't you afraid they'll follow your example and distribute it overseas?"
"We were here first." Vincent picked up the France Gargoyle's Howl.
Rosier, the landlady, is really generous; she put him on the front page as soon as she said she would.
He put down the newspaper, somewhat bored. "Why does the first person to try something new reap many times the benefits of those who follow?"
"Because of preconceived notions?"
"Correct answer, 10 points Gryffindor."
Fred and George were clapping and cheering in a funny way.
Having lost so many points to Snape, they're now excited for half a day if they get even just one extra point.
Hermione pouted slightly. "I remember Nicolas Flamel didn't really like dealing with newspapers and the media."
"You must have spent quite a few Gold Galleons this time, right?"
"Yes," Vincent, his voice trembling with pain. "If we don't sell out the limited 3,000 tickets each day, we'll lose money."
Her little face was full of disbelief. "If sales reach the target, will we have to expand production capacity?"
"Not needed for now."
"Huh? You want to drive up prices in the secondhand market?"
"No matter how cheap the Wizard Cards are, they cannot reflect the value of Gwent."
The higher the price of a rare card, the more Wizard card draw pools there will be.
Many big spenders have a collecting habit, and those cards with beautiful designs and high strength have a very low drop rate.
To be even more unscrupulous, they might not implement a safety net mechanism, or the authorities might secretly manipulate the market...
Hermione couldn't stand looking at that sinister and cunning face anymore.
She thought Vincent should drop out of school and become a shrewd businessman, so that maybe he could buy out the Ministry of Magic in a few years.
Fred and George exchanged a glance and sat down next to him mysteriously.
"Dude, why don't you teach us how to do business?"
"We can give you an opportunity to invest in the future 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' which will open all over the world."
Vincent chuckled twice. "You two are really good at business."
"That's it!" X2
Hermione, who was muttering to herself, couldn't stand it anymore.
If business were this easy, Wayne's small supermarket wouldn't be on the verge of closing down.