Not Leaving the Slightest Opening to Interfere

Vincent and Rinne talked for a long time.

After a proper English lunch, the two continued to work out the details of their collaboration.

As the exclusive agent for the Eastern Hemisphere, the Shingu Family will receive 50% of the profits from the Magical Communicator.

Besides promotion, what they need to do is also to secretly set up Magical Base Station in the name of the Muggle Company.

Whether they are large corporations or shell companies, they must not be under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic.

Rinne had originally planned to increase her stake and secure the exclusive global distribution rights, but that idea was destined to fail.

Vincent wrote a letter to the Greengrass and Rosier Family in her presence.

About half an hour later, Lestrange and Devin arrived.

It's best not to be too greedy. Even if the Shingu Family swallowed the entire Eastern Hemisphere, it would take them a long time to digest it.

Vincent gave the two a brief demonstration of the Magical Communicator again, saying, "Uncle Lestrange, Devi, I plan to hand over the agency rights for Europe to you."

Greengrass and Rosier are from a Pure-blood Wizard family, so evading the Ministry of Magic's oversight will be a major challenge.

All four of them were deep in thought.

Britain simply doesn't have a wizarding family with enough influence in both the Muggle world and the Wizarding World, so it seems they'll have to secretly find a Muggle family to cooperate with.

But if the Ministry of Magic finds out and intervenes under the pretext of violating the International Statute of Secrecy ...

When Wayne and his wife returned from shopping, they saw the four of them looking worried and asked them what was wrong. They then said it was just a minor problem.

"Son, have you forgotten your dad's connections? Building a powerful conglomerate is a piece of cake."

Eric was a top student at Eton, and although he went to the army right after graduation, none of his classmates were ordinary people.

If it weren't for his old classmate holding a significant stake in Lotus, Bugatti's former owner, Artiole, wouldn't have readily sold the entire car factory last year.

With this relationship in place, it certainly cannot be considered a violation of the "International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy".

But everyone knows that the British Ministry of Magic is notoriously shameless, especially under the leadership of the current Minister Cornelius Fudge.

The innocent are convicted, while the guilty are acquitted by spending Gold Galleons.

Quirrell the year before last, Lockhart last year, and the Pure-blood gentlemen are all living examples.

There is no such thing as a flawless plan; in the end, it all comes down to strength.

Vincent concluded, "We must accelerate the pace of deployment."

Rinne added from the side, "Before the Ministry of Magic could react."

"Hmm..." Devin hesitated, "Have you considered bribery or infiltration?"

Lestrange shook his head bluntly, "Devi, bribing people in the Ministry of Magic is very efficient, but it takes a lot of time, and the risks involved cannot be ignored."

The more people who know, the greater the danger.

Peter Pettigrew would betray even his best friend to survive; how strong can a relationship bound together by Gold Galleons really be?

As for internal infiltration...

The Greengrass and Rosier families combined only have so few people; even if they all went to the Ministry of Magic, it would take them three to five years to make a name for themselves.

Lestrange gave Vincent a meaningful look.

"Actually, internal infiltration is not impossible. If we devote all our resources to cultivating a Minister for Magic, all the problems will be solved."

The minister is one of our own, so who would dare to touch them?

Rinne and Devin also looked at Vincent.

Recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class; recipient of the Magical Congress Medal of Honor, and representative of the Britain youth in Wizengamot...

At such a young age, to receive such an honor, with just a little maneuvering, he's practically guaranteed to become the youngest Minister for Magic in history.

Vincent knew exactly what they meant.

Not to mention that he never had this idea in the first place, even if he did, he wouldn't have looked down on such a mess British Ministry of Magic.

"Uncle Lestrange, I have absolutely no interest."

Vincent paused for a moment, then said, "But I know one person who would be very interested."

"Oh?" Lestrange reacted quickly. "Have you thought this through? Her abilities are far inferior to yours."

"Uncle Lestrange, you should at least believe in your daughter, shouldn't you?"

"I still prefer to believe you, but since you've said so, we can give it a try."

Rinne and Devin were completely confused.

Who is she?

Lestrange's daughter?

What can a thirteen or fourteen-year-old witch accomplish?

"After graduation, she will be assigned to the Ministry of Magic, starting in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or the Department of International Magical Cooperation. With her abilities and our help, she should be able to become the head of the division within three years."

"Uncle Lestrange, I think it would be better to listen to her wishes first."

Judging from their tone, she seemed to have great potential in this area and wasn't much worse than Vincent.

But that's way too unreliable.

"Uncle Lestrange— " Devin interrupted their conversation with a strange expression, "Daphne is only 14 years old, isn't she? Isn't our arrangement a bit too early?"

"Daphne?" Vincent realized. "We're not talking about her."

Who is that?

Lestrange revealed the answer, "Hermione Granger, my daughter always tells me how wonderful she is."

His rather ambiguous gaze lingered on Vincent's face. "I didn't believe it at first, but now I'm completely convinced."

The Wayne couple, who were busy in the kitchen, suddenly all peeked over.

Vincent remained quite calm. "Uncle Lestrange, I made this decision based on both credibility and competence, and absolutely not on any personal feelings."

The Wayne exchanged a glance and went back to preparing dinner.

Seeing his calm and composed demeanor, Rinne Devin simultaneously thought of the clever little witch.

If she is properly trained from now on, she could very well become the first female minister Muggle-born.

While accelerating the deployment speed, they also arranged for internal infiltration.

The entire plan would take approximately three years to complete, with the Magical Base Station being set up silently.

In terms of funding, it is supported not only by Greengrass, Rosier, and the Jingu, but also by overseas profits from Gwent and the Alchemy Shop.

Once the magical signal can basically cover the entire globe, the Magical Communicator will no longer be an obstacle.

Vincent took a sip of black tea to moisten his throat. "I plan to set up one or two pilot programs in the Britain soon to confuse the public and create the illusion that it cannot be widely adopted."

When the day comes that the Magical Communicator is actually launched on the market, the entire Wizarding World around the world will probably be so surprised that their eyes will pop out.

They silently completed the most difficult task of setting up Magical Base Station, and the difficulty of cracking it was extremely high. They couldn't even block the magic signal, leaving no gap for interference.