The Wizarding World is unusually quiet now. Wizards go home as soon as they finish work each day and dare not stay outside for long.
A repressive atmosphere is the easiest place for negative emotions to arise. Once these emotions cannot be released, they can explode, leading to behaviors that harm oneself or even others.
Fudge has a keen political sense, but he always uses the same three tricks.
Although old tricks are fine as long as they work, if something unexpected happens during the live broadcast of the Triwizard Tournament, those negative emotions that could have been suppressed will definitely erupt instantly.
Vincent thought for a moment, "Mr. Bagman, I personally wholeheartedly support this collaboration, however..."
Bagman appeared slightly anxious. "But what? This is a golden opportunity. Wayne Enterprises can take this chance to promote its many upcoming new products."
Vincent looked troubled. "The opportunity is good, but our Wayne Enterprises only sells the final execution unit for information processing and program execution. The only complete finished terminal device we currently have is the Magical Communicator."
Bagman paused for a moment, and even the expressionless Barty Crouch was completely confused.
Vincent took a sip of his black tea. "To put it simply, the cost of live streaming is too high. Even if the publicity effect exceeds expectations, Wayne Enterprises is not the biggest beneficiary."
It's not that I can't do the work for others, but that I can't let those Pure-blood men benefit for no reason.
After clearing his mind, Bagman hesitated several times before speaking, probably because he hadn't expected Vincent to be so difficult to fool.
Barty Crouch, unperturbed, picked up his teacup and took a small sip. "Mr. Wayne, please consider the bigger picture."
Vincent scoffed at this, but outwardly still looked troubled.
"I also want to do my part for the Wizarding World, but I am responsible for a multinational corporation, and I need to think about my employees and partners first."
There's no use in giving official platitudes. The last World Cup collaboration already ceded most of the profits, so this time we have to recoup some of the gains.
Barty Crouch and Bagman both looked at Dumbledore seemed to be lost in thought.
Since he clearly didn't want to get involved, the two gave up on asking him for help.
Looking at Vincent's tough stance, Barty Crouch's already furrowed brows deepened.
The two sides are currently discussing cooperation on an equal footing, and even if Fudge comes, it won't change much.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Wayne, what exactly do you want?"
Straightforward and methodical in his work, he is indeed as stubborn and inflexible as rumored.
Vincent met his gaze directly. "The revenue share from terminal devices has increased, along with all advertising revenue."
Bagman narrowed his eyes instantly.
An increase in profit sharing means that those who originally benefited from the agreement will have to give up some of their profits.
The Ministry of Magic would definitely not allow it, so the only option is to approach the men.
As for advertising revenue, it's pure cash, and if handled properly, it can even generate a substantial profit.
For example, some wealthy, Pure-blood gentlemen, what they lack most now is product brand awareness.
With those two cuts, Wayne Enterprises became the biggest beneficiary.
Barty Crouch and Bagman exchanged a glance, then nodded simultaneously.
"Mr. Wayne, you really don't like to suffer losses."
Vincent smiled at the two of them. "If you two have a better solution, feel free to share it. I just can't stand people who reap without sowing; it makes me feel worse than if I were taken advantage of."
Anyway, it's the men who are bleeding, so the Ministry of Magic certainly won't refuse.
That's exactly the reality.
Barty Crouch and Bagman reluctantly accepted Vincent's proposal.
For the Triwizard Tournament's domestic live broadcast and global broadcast, similar to the Quidditch World Cup, Wayne Enterprises was only responsible for providing the equipment, while the British Ministry of Magic provided the staff, including the photographers.
After the magic Contract took effect, Barty Crouch and Bagman did not linger.
Dumbledore Vincent watched the two leave the castle.
"Professor, I should go back now."
"Go on, get some rest."
Dumbledore watched Vincent walk into the castle with a smile.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Hogwarts will undoubtedly steal the spotlight from wizards around the world, becoming the most prestigious magic school in Europe and even globally.
After a sunny Tuesday, came a stormy Wednesday.
After finishing breakfast, Harry and Ron immediately ran to the Potions Class Department office in the dungeon.
However, even though they were the first students to arrive, Snape still had a gloomy face when he entered.
He probably had no excuse to deduct points, and his expression grew increasingly grim.
"Looks like some people are finally starting to learn their lesson," he said, his eyes fixed on Harry.
"Turn to page 9 of your textbook and follow the steps above to prepare a qualified antidote."
He emphasized the word "qualified" as if he were hinting at something.
Antidotes are a wide range of substances. The one in the fourth-grade Potions Class is "Common Poison Antidotes," which is a type of potion and antidote that can counteract common poisons, such as bites and stings from creatures.
Its cooking process is not complicated, and the required ingredients are also very common.
But this is Snape's Potions Class, the Potions Class for which he sets the "passing" standards.
"Potter, your medicine can't even cure mosquito bites, it's substandard."
Snape leaned down to look at the cauldron in front of Ron and sniffed it lightly.
"Weasley, your cauldron isn't clean. I smell something musty."
Ron stopped his trembling hands and, under his gaze, added a pinch of Unicorn horn powder to the crucible.
"Unqualified." Snape went straight to Neville was shrinking back.
"Longbottom, your methods have truly opened my eyes."
Neville's hands, which were stirring the Potions, began to tremble uncontrollably.
As soon as the smell of burning wafted out, Snape took a few steps back.
Vincent, who was dispensing the medicine, already anticipated what was going to happen next.
He quickly finished dispensing the antidote, then gently moved his fingers.
A gentle breeze blew into the classroom, towards the crucible in front of Neville that was about to burn through.
The fire was extinguished in time, Snape glared fiercely at Vincent.
This little rascal is getting more and more lawless, daring to do something under our noses.
Snape floated over like the wind and looked down at the potion beside Vincent.
A flawless bottle of green antidote, with absolutely no faults.
"Wayne, did it get windy just now?"
"Really? I don't know."
Snape's face was extremely grim.
There was no trace of magic, not even a hint of it.
This idiot who pretends to be stupid is meticulous in his work, and his magical skill is actually quite high.
There was absolutely no evidence that he had tampered with anything.
"Hmph—" Snape sneered and turned to walk towards Seamus.
If we do it a few more times, we'll definitely find a flaw.