The holidays had arrived.
Christmas break was only a few days away, and the students in the Common Room were all discussing how they planned to spend it.
Harry and his two friends continued searching the books for the name Nicolas Flamel, but they were looking in the wrong direction and had found nothing so far. The other two besides Hermione were growing increasingly dispirited.
Charles paid them no mind. These days, he was researching his own plans for making a fortune.
As for making a killing when the Soviet Union collapsed in a while, he had decided to forget it. They were a nation-state team entering the market. In the face of the state machine and all the professionals gathering and analyzing intelligence, negotiating, and bribing on the front lines, his little "prophecy" would be completely useless. A microorganism like Charles did not even have the qualifications to cheer from the sidelines.
If he could not make money from that opportunity, he could still sell Air Fryers.
The earliest prototype of the Air Fryer appeared in 1990, and it was merely a concept for a convection oven. The true Air Fryer would not appear until the twenty-first century.
Recently, he had made a fortune by exploiting the loophole in gold prices within wizard society and selling raw materials from the Forbidden Forest. Now that he had capital, besides Air Fryers, he could also work on small appliances such as Thermostatic Kettles.
To make money from these things, he would still need to ask the older capitalist sister for help.
"A patent lawyer's firm?" Eleanor looked at Charles with a head full of question marks. "You're not planning to register potions as patents, are you?"
Charles immediately shook his head. "No, no. I've just designed a few small appliances. I