Amidst much anticipation, the Gwent flagship store, a collaboration between Wayne Enterprises and the Shingu Family, officially opened today.
You can actually acquire financial power in a day, but you first need to design a deck that suits the characteristics of your country.
It's a bit of a shame that there wasn't authorization from either Abe or Ashiya, but only a bit.
There's enough for a whole deck just based on Fantastic Beasts, and with the addition of Jingu and famous wizards from history, you can build three to five more decks.
Before setting off, Vincent drank a bottle of Brain-Boosting Potion.
Fortunately, the two little witches helped with the balance; otherwise, he would never have been able to design a deck in three days on his own.
"I've decided that from now on I'll only be responsible for inspections." Vincent rubbed his cheek and took out Mithril robe from his briefcase.
The appearance remained largely unchanged, except that a white border was added to the sides of the lapels and cuffs, and a Magical Runes was embroidered on the left chest with silver Mithril thread.
As she walked out of the room, she bumped into Hermione had changed into a pink dress.
Chairman of Wayne Enterprises?
"Ahem—your Magical Runes."
She couldn't help but chuckle as she circled him, looking him over. "Mr. Wayne, it seems you've prepared some kind of surprise?"
"As expected of Miss Granger!" He closed the door.
"It's a surprise for us, but a shock for some."
Hermione followed behind him, puzzled. "Are you sure they'll show up?"
"I'm not sure, but if I were the one receiving the invitation, I would definitely attend in person."
She took a pair of white, round-toed leather shoes from the shoe cabinet in the hallway. "I'll be looking forward to it."
After putting on their shoes, the two arrived at the entrance of the mansion.
Seven Toyota Century, what a grand display!
Unlike the children who were dressed up in their finest clothes, the Jingu couple wore their usual simple kimonos.
Even in a black dress, Rinne still looks cool and stylish, perfectly complementing Vincent's black robe.
Kenny and Jennifer wore matching outfits, even down to the lace trim.
Autumn wears a long, beige cheongsam;
Marietta wore a light blue princess dress;
Cedric wears a classic black suit;
Rolf wore a school uniform;
Neville and Alfred wore different colored suits;
James stood out most in his pure white suit with silver embroidery;
Daphne, who appeared last, wore a white floor-length gown and exquisite hairpins, looking just like a royal princess.
Marietta looked down at the dress she was wearing.
It's not a matter of color, style, or length, but rather a matter of the person's overall demeanor.
It's not scary to have the same style as someone else; what's scary is when someone else shines brighter.
There was definitely a bit of jealousy, but mostly envy.
Even Hermione defied her usual stereotypes, dressing up in a cute and adorable way.
Qiu's choice of a cheongsam amidst a sea of formal dresses doesn't make her look out of place; instead, it makes her a standout.
She lifted her skirt and got into a Toyota Century.
"Qiu, do you think I should stay away from you guys?"
"Why?" Qiu asked, somewhat taken aback.
"My studies aren't as good as yours, so no matter how I dress up, I still look like the ugly duckling..."
Marietta started her daily little grumbling mode.
Qiu listened attentively while also considering this question.
Cedric probably trained so hard because he had a similar idea in mind.
I refuse to admit defeat and don't want to be left behind.
"Autumn?" Marietta waved her little hand at her several times.
"Ah--sorry, I was just spacing out."
"What are you thinking about? Why is your face all red?"
Qiu quickly covered her face, only realizing she'd been tricked when she saw something odd in her eyes.
"Tell me, what were you thinking just now?"
"No."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
Marietta certainly didn't believe it.
But as her best friend, she believed she could always get the information out of her.
Far away on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
Sam appeared on the West Coast, yawning.
Today is the delivery day that the Magical Congress has been eagerly anticipating, but he overslept.
If I didn't have to dress formally, I wouldn't have been too busy to get properly dressed.
According to the letter I received two days ago, the delivery location is on the other side of the sea.
There is an island nation there, and there is a small Wizarding World.
He ran a hand through his messy hair and pulled a crumpled letter from his shirt pocket.
Tokyo, Akihabara.
If I remember correctly, the entrance to Magic Town is right there.
Shop No. 12, the flagship store of the Japan Gwent?
Sam twitched his eye for what felt like the umpteenth time.
Delivery?
He's probably going there to keep things under control!
In that case, it's normal for it to take a little time.
He could already picture the furious expression on Director Bradley.
Since I haven't had a break in almost half a year, I might as well go on vacation.
As for what happened afterwards...
So what if I get beaten up? It's not the first time.
He closed his eyes and imagined the location, and the next second he appeared on the streets of Tokyo, a place he had visited before.
It was not even 7 o'clock yet, but the streets were already bustling with people.
Before heading to Magic Town, he had to register his entry information with the Ministry of Magic.
Otherwise, using Intercontinental Apparition without prior notice would lead the Ministry of Magic here to believe it was an illegal entry.
"Hello, how do I get to Ginza?"
The middle-aged man, who clearly didn't speak English, shook his head.
Sam was not discouraged and walked towards several girls dressed as students.
Their makeup and hair color were very trendy, and their darker skin tone seemed to be intentionally tanned.
Why are those Muggle female students dressed up like this?
Sam suppressed his doubts and asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to Ginza?"
"Ginza?"
"Yes, yes, yes, it's Ginza!"
The girls eyed him warily.
His suit was slightly faded, his hair was messy, his face was covered in stubble, he looked anxious, and he was carrying a large suitcase.
Foreigners who go to Ginza in Big White are obviously not respectable people.
"Go there, take three stops."
The accent was heavy, but Sam understood it.
It was nice to take the subway again after a long time.
Wait, he only brought a large sum of US dollars.
Hey! I can talk to you guys--
When the girls saw him holding up a Franklin, they all ran away in terror.
The reaction was as if they'd encountered a pervert.
"--Want some yen?" Sam was dumbfounded.
As a global hard currency, is the Franklin no longer a reliable currency?
No, something about that agreement Muggle United States. government made seems to have caused a financial crisis here.
No wonder he looked down on Franklin; he was holding a grudge about it.
"Stingy..." Sam muttered to himself as he walked into the subway station, painfully stuffing the banknotes in his hand into the ticket machine.
It has English, that's a plus.
"Pfft--" Franklin was spat out.
He braced himself for rejection again, gritted his teeth, and turned away.
He was a middle-aged man wearing a strange white robe.
"Hello, can I exchange some Japanese yen with you?"
"Of course, no problem." The older man leaned closer. "But before that, I hope you can cooperate with my work."
Sam felt something pointing at his chest.
He looked down and saw a magic wand, and suddenly realized something.
"Great! I was just about to register at your Ministry of Magic!"
The officer from the enforcement team remained unfazed. "I suspect you've entered the country illegally. You'd better come with me."
I'm being taken away as soon as I land?
I'm innocent!