Ebenezer's hunch was right.
Two days later, the France Gargoyle's Howl published a news article.
Due to limited factory capacity, the release of Gwent will be delayed until mid-next month.
The production capacity of farts is limited!
The Rosier Family is so large, and they have resources and connections in both England and France, giving them a much stronger advantage than the Wizard Cards.
He wasn't the only one who felt something was strange; many of his colleagues felt the same way.
The businessmen were very wary, and the powerful figures behind the scenes were even more so.
According to Madam Zabini's seventh fiancé, the Rosier Family intended to include the French Ministry of Magic and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, which is why the release was delayed.
Old Parkinson and Old Flint were relieved.
Such a large project definitely cannot be completed in half a month.
Lucius was not as optimistic as they were.
Gwent became popular in the British Wizarding World because of the wizards who were well-known in the country, and because of the brief historical introductions.
Strategic adjustments are normal, but apart from Pierre Bonacourt, the first Supreme Mugwump, only Nicolas Flamel and Vida Rosier are still internationally renowned in France.
The Wizard Cards are different.
Pure-blooded names, numerous Pure-blood Wizards who came to Britain from France, and their descendants laden with honor.
Gwent?
The Poland name must have been decided on a whim.
After all, he was just a child, Lucius felt he was probably overthinking it.
Delayed release?
With the ever-increasing value of Wizard Cards, won't they be able to crush Gwent?!
Devin, who was in France, wrote two letters and sent them both back to Britain.
One letter was for his father, and the other was for his business partner Vincent.
Clement of the Rosier Manor received the letter, read it, and then closed his eyes and pondered for a long time.
He knew that delaying the release was not as simple as it seemed.
No savvy businessman would do something that benefits their competitors.
But Vincent did it, and his attitude was very firm.
If we don't consider things from a profit perspective...
The value of Wizard Cards has increased again, making it easier for lords to manipulate the market.
In his Devin said that there would be another delay next month, citing substandard quality as the reason.
If this continues, should we ban its sale?
"Hmm—" Clement suddenly opened his eyes.
Bubbles are ultimately just bubbles.
Value is artificially inflated, and is therefore subject to human influence.
Just one piece of bad news is enough to cause the stock to fall, no matter how much the big investors have invested.
Seeing this trend, the public will only see further declines after selling off.
The card dealer confidently took over, but then some bad news came out...
The more you earn, the less you earn; in the end, you might even suffer a huge loss.
He smiled and shook his head, then took out parchment and a quill pen.
Lucius will surely be alert if there is another delay.
Madam Zabini's seventh fiancé is a problem.
If we can't go through official channels, then we really have to do something to ban the sale.
This letter is very thick.
Vincent was reading the letter while eating lunch.
As a partner, Devin did not consider the financial losses from the delayed release.
Trust is built up little by little, and his opinion of the Rosier Family improved.
Hermione came over as soon as I put the letter down.
She didn't say anything, she just picked it up and started looking at it by herself.
Neville, who was standing next to him, blinked.
They seemed to have been arguing in the Club Room just a few days ago, so how did they suddenly make up?
"How did you manage to turn them into partners?"
"Personal charm".
Hermione's lips twitched slightly. "Your reasoning is very convincing."
Vincent nodded earnestly without any hesitation, "Yes, that's what I think too."
From Neville's perspective, Hermione was clearly about to hit someone.
Strangely enough, she actually endured it.
"I won't bother you, you busy person."
They've left?
Just like that, he left?
Not only was he curious, but James and Alfred were also very curious.
"Honestly, how come your relationship always gets better after you two argue?"
Vincent pushed aside the three large faces in front of him. "There was no arguing. We were just having a normal conversation."
Well—it was just normal academic exchange, only the wording was a little too strong.
"Huh?" James tilted his head back, his eyes filled with doubt.
"She's not like that with us."
"Mmm." Neville shrank his neck. "He's never even raised his voice, let alone joked about it."
Vincent waved his hand casually.
"I'm her first friend at Hogwarts, and most likely still the first friend. So what if I have a little bit of privilege?"
"Not really." Alfred sat back down, looking uninterested. "We generally don't envy or be jealous of anything that's yours."
"Really?" Vincent remembered Kenny's invitation.
They chartered a private jet and invited relatives and friends.
"I'm going on holiday for Christmas~" he grinned at James. "That's the place you've always wanted to go."
"The whole holiday?"
"The entire holiday."
James's face gradually contorted. "Old Wen! Remember to bring back a present!"
"Buy it yourself, who knows what gift you want?"
He flashed the same mischievous grin, "You know what I mean."
Vincent rolled his eyes. "A friend of mine chartered a private jet for my family to go on vacation. If you're interested—"
"I'll go!" James raised his little hand straight up.
Alfred first praised the great Merlin, then lauded the achievements of the four school Founders, and finally paid high tribute to Dumbledore.
"Thank you, fate, for bringing us together. Vincent, knowing you is the most—"
"Stop, stop, stop!" Vincent quickly shook off the goosebumps on his body. "Ah Fu, if you don't want to go, just say so. I won't force you."
"Go! Of course we'll go!"
Only Neville remained.
He looked very conflicted.
I'm a little excited, but also a little scared.
"Come on~" James hooked his arm around his shoulder. "Our dorm needs to be united. We all need to stick together and no one should think about falling behind."
The words were quite touching, but the expressions didn't quite match.
From Neville's perspective, this man's state was like retrieving contraband.
"How about this, we won't invite any adults." Vincent hooked his other shoulder.
"Take it easy, this Christmas holiday is ours."
Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottoms were Auror widely respected by wizards.
Neville was born on July 30th and unfortunately became Voldemort's first target.
When he was one and a half years old, the Longbottoms were tortured by four Death Eaters who used the Cruciatus Curse on him.
What is more terrifying than death is becoming a living dead, devoid of consciousness and thought.
He was admitted to the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, leaving only a soulless shell.
Vincent and the others knew about the Longbottom Family's ordeal and why Neville was always so timid.
The combined burdens of a grandmother's expectations, parents' deep-seated hatred, and environmental factors during a child's upbringing are simply too much for a child to bear.
If Harry had known the truth from a young age, he would most likely have become like him.