On the way back to the hotel, the streets were deserted.
Italy value family highly, partly due to the boring nightlife.
"It's mainly because the security situation is quite bad," Eric said, slowing down as he drove.
"A friend of mine went to Milan a few years ago. He had his wallet stolen by a pickpocket on the subway during the day, and when he went out to look for it at night—well, he almost got robbed again while he was out strolling around."
What could someone be looking for so late at night? This person is definitely not a decent friend.
"Dad, is he Uncle Kyle?"
Eric Vincent's innocent, wide eyes through the rearview mirror.
It's not surprising that a child who is about to turn 13 and enter puberty can make these connections.
"Ahem—" He coughed awkwardly several times, seemingly trying to defend Officer Kyle, who liked to frequent clubs.
"I didn't know how to cherish things when I was young, so I'm still not married."
It's dry and lacks credibility.
Evelyn couldn't stand it anymore. "Honey, you must never be like Kyle. Some things, once done wrong, can never be undone."
"Yes, Mom." Vincent was somewhat touched.
The true Prophecy cannot be changed, but he can decide every choice he makes.
Seeing the look of delight on their son's face, the Wayne couple didn't continue the conversation.
Children at this age tend to be rebellious and will resist the ideas that their parents force them to accept.
After having dinner in his hotel room, Vincent opened Nicolas Flamel's manuscript.
Within the Magical Circuit that occupy almost half of the book, find all the circuits that control the Magical Automaton's activities.
His trip to the Bugatti factory today was very rewarding.
For various reasons, supercars are destined to be purely handcrafted luxury items, much like Alchemical Item.
No matter how high the price is, it's just a means of transportation for ordinary people.
So what about mass-producible Alchemical Item?
They are no longer a luxury enjoyed by only a few; ordinary wizards can also experience their magic.
Because the target customer group has changed, the initial sample design has to be scrapped and redesigned.
By entrusting the first six steps to the production line built according to the principles of the Magical Automaton, the Alchemists only needs to complete the final condensation.
Significantly reduce labor costs, and then break down and reduce the functions.
"The International Alchemical Association will definitely object strongly..." Vincent carefully put away the hastily drawn drawings.
There are always stubborn elements in every era.
The advent of the Alchemy Factory meant a decrease in the importance of Alchemists.
The emergence of cheap products would infringe upon their interests, and even if he were an apprentice of Nicolas Flamel, he would likely face even more slander and abuse.
But if we back down even at this step, how can we dare to overturn the "International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy"?
I woke up from a nap.
"What!?" Eric was startled by Vincent's audacious idea.
Following the Bugatti car factory, it turns out to be a magic-driven Alchemy Factory.
"I have the technical skills, but the key is that I don't know how to design."
An automated production line cannot be built by laymen; it requires relevant knowledge and guidance from professionals.
The drawings I finished before bed were too hasty; they were basically no different from the original prototype.
Evelyn hung up the room service phone. "Honey, isn't your teacher connected to the Volkswagen Group in Germany?"... "Yes, so..."
"Da-da-da-da"
The family of three looked out the window.
An owl, having just put down its newspaper, was standing on the windowsill.
Eric deftly pulled a few cookies from his suitcase. "So you're planning to go to Germany ahead of time?"
"Yes."
He opened the window and put the cookies out, then brought in the newspaper. "After we finish explaining things to the car factory, let's set off."
Curious, he flipped open the newspaper and blurted out a sigh.
I was on the front page yesterday, and here I am on the front page again today.
I ran into the Weasley family, and this is how they use their prize money!
The title was a bit off, and the attribution was definitely not Rita.
"Look, there's even their family photo!"
Vincent stepped forward and examined him closely.
The burly young man standing next to Arthur with his hands on his hips must be Charlie, and the tall guy at the very back must be Bill.
All nine people were smiling broadly, so the photo was probably not taken under duress.
"Dad, don't you think the newspapers have been acting strange lately?"
"Yeah, the past few days have been all about your so-called Defense Magic professor. Your mother and I were almost sick of reading about it."
"If I weren't interested in learning more about your wizarding world, I would have unsubscribed from this lousy newspaper long ago."
"Ding-dong—" Evelyn smiled, got up and opened the door to the room.
She returned with breakfast, saying, "Don't listen to your father's nonsense. We just dislike these incompetent liars."
It seems that these men are determined to evade legal punishment after some time has passed.
The fines might not even be more than the Gold Galleons spent, so it's quite pitiful for Pure-blood family to maintain their image.
Eric sandwiched ham and cheese between two pieces of bread. "They won't be on the front page again tomorrow, will they?"
"If there are other news reports, there probably won't be any."
He took a bite with a hint of jealousy.
Vincent suppressed a laugh. "Dad, if you want to be on the front page, you can always go to Leaky Cauldron."
Finishing a bottle of Gamp Wine not only earns a bonus, but also gets extensive coverage in the news -Daily Prophet.
"No, I'd rather die than drink that poison!"
The hesitation on his face was incredibly convincing.
After a cheerful breakfast, the Wayne family visited the Bugatti factory before driving to Bologna Airport in Modena.
Diagon Alley, the offices of the Daily Prophet.
Editor-in-Chief Editor Gufei was discussing something with Rita.
"Please, big news doesn't just fall from the sky!" she said, somewhat agitated.
"Sales have been declining lately, and it's all because you took their Gold Galleons!"
He's been exposing the Wizard Cards scam and revealing the dark Knockturn Alley, and his tone has become much more assertive without him even realizing it.
Chief Editor Gufei forced a smile. "Rita, you're our newspaper's star reporter. With you on the job, sales will definitely skyrocket."
After all this flattery, we're almost at the tipping point.
"Okay." Rita's eyes gleamed with slyness. "But I'll just be a figurehead at the newspaper from now on."
Compared to the sharp decline in sales, retaining her would generate greater profits for the newspaper.
But the situation is different now.
The higher one's fame, the higher their social status.
Even the largest Daily Prophet could probably not satisfy her appetite.
Chief Editor Gufei compromised.
"Rita, I just hope you can give us priority in publishing your article in our newspaper."
"I will." Rita's smile was confident and charming.
She is now a freelance journalist and can submit her articles wherever she wants.
No more constraints, no more being pressured to submit manuscripts.
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