The experience of riding in the cylindrical flight was great, with absolutely no turbulence or shaking.
Although it's a bit slow, it's still much better than being stuck in a cramped elevator.
Looking down at the beautiful garden and magnificent Entrance Hall, even the worst mood can be lifted.
The cylinder carried the three through the magical barrier at the center of the dome, and they appeared in a spacious room.
The huge, thick walls are covered with countless ingenious concentric circle patterns, the floor is made of wood with a unique texture, and the arched ceiling is layered with a crystal chandelier hanging in the center.
The artfully designed room made Vincent and Hermione linger for a few more glances after they came down from the pillar.
The brown-haired young lady waited patiently.
Romanesque architecture often gives people a majestic and solemn impression. It is huge, complex, and emphasizes the contrast of light and shadow, while the decoration is relatively simple and crude.
"I'm sorry, this room is just too beautiful."
"It's alright, Mr. Wayne."
The brown-haired young woman arrived at a stone door with exquisitely carved reliefs. "Minister Scipio's office is at the end of the back corridor. Please come in."
She pushed open the stone door, revealing a long, arched corridor.
Vincent and Hermione said a polite goodbye to her and then stepped onto the black and white marble floor.
The room at the end has no door, only an arched doorway that blends into the surrounding walls.
Vincent tapped lightly on the door frame, making a not-too-loud sound.
"Please wait a moment," came a clear voice in fluent English.
Not long after, Minister Scipio, dressed in a dark gray Italian robe, came out with a big smile on his face.
He was slightly surprised when he saw Vincent, but quickly put on a bright smile again and opened his arms to hug him.
"It's been a long time, Mr. Wayne."
"It's been a long time, Mr. Minister Scipio."
It has been three years since Nicolas Flamel's funeral. Vincent was just a child back then, and now he has grown up so much.
After a warm hug, Scipio led the two into the office.
The spacious and bright office is filled with many statues and paintings, many of which are unfinished.
Based on the earlier phrase "wait a moment," Vincent guessed that these artworks were all created by Scipio in his spare time.
Hermione had guessed it too, but she was extremely nervous.
Facing a Minister of Ministry of Magic, and one who seemed far more reliable than Fudge, it would be difficult for anyone to be as relaxed as Vincent.
Scipio led the two to a classically elegant sofa. "Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, please have a seat."
He sat down on the sofa opposite them. "Would you two like something to drink? Coffee? Or tea?"
"Black tea will do."
As soon as he finished speaking, two cups of black tea appeared on the coffee table in front of them.
Hermione seemed somewhat surprised.
There was no magical fluctuation, so it seems to have been delivered by House-elf.
The openness of the Italian Ministry of Magic impressed her.
In Britain, House-elf were practically slaves, except for those in Hogwarts who fared slightly better.
In Italy, however, they were allowed to use magic at the Ministry of Magic, which, despite the many restrictions, was still far better than the British Ministry of Magic's rule of wiping windows by hand.
Scipio noticed her unusual behavior and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Miss Granger? Is our black tea not to your liking?"
Hermione quickly shook her head. "No, Mr. Minister, I was just marveling at how open the Italian Ministry of Magic is."
Scipio thought for a moment and quickly understood what she meant.
He burst into hearty laughter, "Haha—if Minister Fudge heard this, he would be very sad."
Hermione didn't reply, and somewhat awkwardly picked up her teacup and took a sip of black tea.
Vincent changed the subject at the opportune moment, "Mr. Minister, you must be very interested in sculptures and paintings, right?"
Scipio said, glancing at the unfinished products. "Of course, I attended Muggle art school for a few years when I was young, but unfortunately I haven't had much time to create properly these past few years."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, we should have made an appointment in advance. We did not mean to disturb your creative process."
He laughed heartily again, "It's alright, it's just my hobby, how could I possibly neglect you two guests who have come all this way?"
Not only Vincent and Hermione have a better impression of him, but he also had a good impression of them.
After three years apart, Vincent, despite receiving numerous honors, did not become arrogant or complacent. Instead, he considerately helped his secretary out of a difficult situation.
Such a person will quickly gain the trust of everyone, no matter where they go.
Scipio nodded to himself.
He wouldn't refuse a mutually beneficial collaboration from an emotional standpoint.
However, Vincent was not in a hurry at all, and after exchanging pleasantries, he chatted with him casually.
Gradually, Hermione, who was standing to the side, was no longer as nervous as she had been at the beginning.
Scipio once again keenly noticed her change.
A simple boss and secretary? It's probably not that simple.
He took a sip of coffee. "Mr. Wayne, it seems you're here today for more than just business discussions."
Vincent neither confirmed nor denied it. "Mr. Minister, I'm truly sorry that our arrival has taken up your precious free time."
He nodded slightly to Hermione. "But the collaboration I'm about to discuss will definitely interest you."
"Oh?" Scipio took the proposal from Hermione. "Mr. Wayne, I must state beforehand that there aren't many things in this world that can actually interest me."
Vincent was full of confidence. "Trust me, Mr. Minister, you will definitely be interested."
"Broadcast the match?" Scipio's eyes lit up.
The not-too-thick proposal didn't go into the specific technical principles, but the performance parameters of the Magical Base Station deeply impressed him.
If I remember correctly, Muggle also have similar devices.
However, the Magical Base Station does not require power, long cables, or frequent maintenance.
The magic signal transmitted using a dot matrix will not interfere with electronic signals at all, and its super penetrating power can ignore almost all known magic barriers.
How could the Italian Ministry of Magic have complete control over such a powerful alchemical device?
There's already a Gwent flagship store in the Italian Wizarding World, so promoting the Alchemy Shop shouldn't be too difficult.
The key is the attitude of the International Alchemy Association.
Scipio put down the plan and frowned as he looked at the young man sitting patiently opposite him.
As expected of a legendary Alchemy apprentice, after Gwent and alchemical products, he has actually produced a new invention that is enough to change the times.
In his vision, future wizards would no longer need newspapers or owls to deliver messages.
As more and more new devices connecting to Magical Base Station are invented, even more traditional industries in the Wizarding World will face elimination.
Accept the progress of the times?
Or should we maintain the status quo?
Scipio needs to consider not only cooperation, but also whether the Italian Wizarding World needs to make changes.