That afternoon, The Daily Prophet gave a detailed report on Wayne Enterprises' Tender Meeting.
The front page changed from predicting the outcome of the Triwizard Tournament to a photo of Vincent chatting happily with Devlin Wightthorn of Nimbus Broom Company. The second page, whether intentionally or unintentionally, changed it to a photo of the Pure-blood men leaving the venue.
Even though the photos were taken from a distance, it was clear to everyone that they were not in a good mood.
Hogwarts Castle,
The Seventh Floor, the Room of Requirement.
"Tsk tsk—" Fred, sprawled on the sofa, shook his head as he looked at the newspaper in his hand. "These Pure-blood men are really rich. They're willing to spend 800,000 Gold Galleons for an advertisement."
George, who was sprawled on the other side of the sofa, suddenly sat up. "So, our boss Wayne has made a killing?"
The group of friends all turned to look at Hermione had just put down her Muggle car magazine.
"You--"
"Boss lady~" The twins jumped off the sofa and ran to her with fawning expressions.
Fred reheated the cooled black tea, then respectfully offered it to her with both hands, "Hehe~ Boss lady, please have some tea~"
George flexed his wrists and gently massaged her shoulders. "You've worked so hard. Just let us know if you need anything, we'll be there whenever you call."
Cedric shuddered, turned away and whispered to Cho, occasionally glancing at the twins with disdain.
Hermione accepted the black tea Fred offered as if nothing had happened, then shook her left shoulder and said, "Put a little more pressure here."
"Okay~"
Daphne, however, seemed unfazed and continued tutoring her younger sister Astoria.
The twins have always been shameless, and the reason they've become this shameless is because the research and development funds for their new prank product are almost gone.
The British Wizarding World is currently threatened by Death Eaters, and wizards generally don't wander around outside of work.
Even when going out, people are extremely cautious, and the output of some dangerous jobs, such as hunting and gathering, has been greatly reduced.
The market is sluggish, prices are rising, and some rare materials have seen their prices skyrocket several times over.
Although the Wizarding World is far smaller than Muggle society, it still has to follow the most basic financial rules.
"Boss lady, you see we've been working so hard, can we...?"
Hermione put down her teacup, both amused and exasperated. "How much do you want to borrow?"
Fred rubbed his hands together somewhat embarrassedly. "The prices of the materials we need have increased several times over, and they will cost around 500 Gold Galleons."
Without a word, Hermione took out a makeup box with Undetectable Extension Charm from her school robe pocket and pulled out a small, exquisite white purse.
She thought for a moment and took out a dozen Gold Galleons from the bag.
Just when the twins were disappointed, thinking she would only lend them a dozen Galleon, she stuffed the entire purse into Fred.
"Consider this money my investment in your research. Remember not to tell Vincent."
Fred clutched the heavy purse tightly, "Boss lady, you're so kind!"
George pounded on your shoulders even more vigorously, saying, "If you ever need anything in the future, my brother and I will climb Werewolf Mountain and descend to the Black Lake to get it done for you!"
Hermione twitched her lips. "Alright, I still need to read the magazine. You guys be careful when you go out to buy materials."
"Received!" The twins resumed their usual playful and cheerful demeanor.
After they left the Room of Requirement, she continued reading car magazines.
Daphne then got up and sat down next to her.
"Mrs. Wayne, you don't seem to be this easy to talk to before."
Hermione tilted her head and nodded. "No, Seamus and Dean often borrow my homework too."
Daphne squinted. "There must be at least a thousand Galleon in that money bag, right? You really dare to lend it to them?"
"I believe them." Hermione glanced at the newspaper on the table. "Besides, I haven't saved enough money over the years to run an ad campaign. I might as well invest in their new prank product."
Daphne thought about it carefully and realized that what she said made sense. "What if their research and development fails, and all your investment goes down the drain?"
Hermione winked mischievously. "I have a best friend who's a rich heiress."
"Hmm?" Daphne grinned mischievously. "Oh right, you also have a husband who's incredibly good at making money~"
Hermione's face instantly turned red. "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about?"
I'm telling the truth!
She turned her face away angrily and continued reading her magazine. "I don't have time for you right now. Go find someone else."
Daphne stopped joking. "Okay, okay, I know you're shy, I won't tease you anymore."
"Hehe." Hermione didn't look up, focusing on the magazine in her hands.
Daphne shook her head knowingly and went back to tutoring her sister.
The afternoon passed quickly, and halfway through dinner, a cheerful Vincent returned to the castle.
As soon as he entered the Great Hall, the twins each fired a magic cannon.
"Warmest congratulations to President Wayne on his victorious return!"
The little Little Snakes on the Slytherin table instantly lost their appetite.
Draco, in particular, looked just as grim as Lucius had during the day.
"Hmph! A bunch of idiots!"
Surrounded by the Little Lions Vincent turned his head as if sensing something.
Draco glared at him fiercely, as if he were about to bite him at any moment.
Vincent was beaming with joy.
More than two years later, the Pure-blood men have been tricked again.
Although it's not as severe as last time, this is just the beginning.
"There's a party in the club Club Room tonight. I'm going to get Professor Dumbledore's permission slip!"
The twins cheered immediately, "Long live Chairman Wayne!"
Phoebe, sitting next to Hermione, stared blankly at his retreating figure as he walked out of the Great Hall. "A party? Can your students just organize parties like that?"
"Hmm." Hermione picked up a napkin and gently wiped her mouth. "Professor Dumbledore is very kind to us. He usually agrees to most requests that aren't too unreasonable."
Phoebe's pretty face was full of envy. "That's great. Our school can only barely be considered a party at Christmas. The rest of the time we have to maintain good manners."
Compared to Beauxbatons' strict management system, Hogwarts is indeed excessively relaxed and carefree.
Phoebe looked at the students who finished their dinner at lightning speed and then rushed out of the Great Hall with a puzzled expression.
Why are they in such a hurry?
Hermione shrugged at her. "There's a lot to prepare for a party, like setting up the Club Room, getting drinks, cooking food, and so on."
Phoebe looked surprised. "You mean, you guys often throw parties?"
"Yes, about once a month."
Without comparison, there is no harm. If time magic could go back 7 years, Phoebe might have cried and begged her parents to move to Britain.