Ferdinand Piëch

The Volkswagen Group, just as its name implied, produced cars for the people.

On January 17, 1934, Adolf, then still Chancellor, approved the proposal submitted by its founder, Ferdinand Porsche, establishing Volkswagen AG with 340,000 shareholders.

Porsche was, of course, that Porsche.

The two car companies held cross-shareholdings and could be seen as separate family businesses.

By the time the Wayne Family arrived at Wolfsburg Airport, it was already nearing evening.

The Porsche Family had far too many melodramatic stories, and none of the three had any interest in learning about them.

It was enough that the current chairman of the Volkswagen Group was the founder's biological grandson.

When they arrived at the club suite on the top floor of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, fifty-six-year-old Ferdinand Piëch was already there.

He had started out as an engineer and looked like an especially meticulous man.

"Mr. Piëch."

"Hello, the three members of the Wayne Family."

The existence of the Wizarding World was top secret, and only a very small number of high-ranking Muggle government officials knew of it.

When the symbol of the Deathly Hallows appeared on the tablecloth before Ferdinand, he became convinced that everything his grandfather had said was true.

Wizards existed, magic existed, and the Wizards' Purity Party existed as well.

"What is your relationship?"

"Master and apprentice. He is my mentor."

Ferdinand looked especially surprised.

According to his grandfather's description, the leader of the Wizards' Purity Party resembled Adolf very closely.

They had similar ideals and nearly identical methods of action.

In the end, both had lost their original intentions and become obsessive, crazed demons.

Such a person had actually taken on an apprentice in his old age?

And a British child at that.

"I think I should revise my opinion of your mentor." Ferdinand's smile carried a