"How so?"
George and Fred were both puzzled.
If the Magical Creatures figures are sold using this gacha system, it's understandable.
After all, someone will always be willing to spend money to buy a more powerful model.
But how can a command card do that?
Silan drew a Spells card from the deck on the table and explained, "Besides basic command cards like attack and defense, we can create some special cards for our main version."
George and Fred exchanged a glance.
Silan continued, "For example, the flight of the Hippogriff, the web and venom of the Acromantulas, and even the Dragonfire of the Dragon."
"After drawing the featured version of the Magical Creatures model, you also need to draw the matching command card to activate the Magical Creatures's special ability and make it even more powerful."
Upon hearing this, George and Fred were both stunned and stood frozen in place.
Is that even possible?!
After a while, their eyes suddenly lit up with surprise, and their breathing became rapid.
Silan is a true business genius!
The command cards are tightly integrated with the version's main Magical Creatures model.
If a player wants to unleash the true potential of their main character, they must draw a specific command card.
This expanded the market again.
"Our original plan to sell them as a package deal was really foolish," George said, shaking his head repeatedly.
"But..." Fred suddenly thought of a problem and frowned as he asked, "What if someone else draws the same model?"
"That makes things easier." Silan smiled slightly, as if she already knew the answer to this problem. "We just need to add a few settings."
"For example, each Hippogriff relatively low stats and abilities when first drawn, but after multiple draws, its abilities and stats can be combined and stacked. If someone can buy the same model five times, they can own the complete version of that model."
"Of course, other common models should also follow this pattern," Silan explained in one breath.
George and Fred were stunned by his words.
How can someone be so talented?!
How did he come up with this interconnected, step-by-step, and even enticing business logic?
Before meeting Silan, George and Fred did some small business to earn some pocket money, but now it seems like they were just fooling around.
This is what business is all about!
That's what making money is all about!
Even a brief consideration of this logic was enough for George and Fred to sense its terrifying nature.
If they had followed their previous method and packaged the Hippogriff model and command card together for sale, there would only have been one market.
But now, this market has been amplified infinitely within this interconnected gacha system.
A consumer who wants to obtain the full version of the current model must keep drawing cards.
First, you need to draw the current version's featured model, then you need to pair it with a dedicated command card. To have the complete version of the model, you may even need to draw the featured model multiple times.
The profits involved are incredibly high.
They've squeezed every last drop out of us.
"A brilliant idea, a devil's design," George said, swallowing hard and trembling.
Fred could only sigh repeatedly, unable to say anything.
The two felt as if Silan's words were a sledgehammer, shattering their worldview and then rebuilding it.
This terrifying way of making money is absolutely insane!
"Aren't we being too heartless?" George suddenly asked.
"Really?" Fred asked.
"No, I don't think so," Silan said.
The three exchanged a glance, then simultaneously revealed a bright, sinister smile.
"Not at all!"
Looking at the excited George and Fred, Silan smiled inwardly and shook his head.
In fact, complementary to this business logic are methods such as organizing competitions, bribing media for publicity, and expanding influence.
But that's all for the future.
The classic business logic I personally experienced in my past life would be a game-changer even in the Wizarding World.
Money takes time to earn.
No rush.
Having disguised himself, Sirius swaggered into the Owl Post Office and struck up a conversation with an idle clerk. "Sir, I'd like to send a few letters."
These letters were sent to Wizengamot, and their contents were the same as the leaflets he had distributed in Diagon Alley last time, mainly to explain what happened back then.
The clerk, who was taking a break while reading the Daily Prophet, hurriedly put down the newspaper and took the letters Sirius handed him.
Owl Post Offices are similar to Muggle Post Offices, using owls to deliver mail. They are generally for people who do not have owls or are not in contact with others.
The owls here can deliver newspapers, personal letters, and mail parcels, usually using different color codes to distinguish between short-distance and long-distance deliveries.
It's fairly convenient.
Sirius glanced at the Daily Prophet and was surprised to find that the news articles featured many of his old acquaintances.
Good news for Werewolf wizards! Professor Snape and his student Prewett have improved the Wolfsbane Potion.
"This is actually a good thing for Remus..." This thought first popped into Sirius's mind.
He read on, following the newspaper headlines, his expression growing increasingly surprised.
"Is Silan's Potions skill good enough to be Snape's assistant?"
Even though Sirius disliked Snape, he had to acknowledge Snape's authority in the field of Potions.
The clerk at the Owl Post Office helped him with the paperwork and, seeing his interest in the news, struck up a conversation.
"You're also interested in Potions?" The employee glanced around and lowered his voice. "I have a inside information."
"It's said that Master Charlemagne recently visited Hogwarts to award Professor Snape a medal, and the two almost got into a fight over a student."
"Prewett?" Sirius looked at the newspaper in surprise.
"Indeed." The clerk looked at Prewett in the newspaper and clicked his tongue in amazement. "Master Charlemagne even said he could train him to be Potions Master before he even comes of age."
"It's truly unimaginable what kind of genius could earn such high regard from these two Potions Masters."
The clerk handed Sirius a voucher. "Your letters will be delivered today."
Sirius nodded silently, his eyes still fixed on the newspaper.
As he turned to leave, Sirius couldn't help but think to himself, "That kid Silan is really something. Even while I'm on the run, I can still hear about him."
"If it were him, he might actually succeed..."
Before this, Sirius had doubts about whether he could clear his name.
But now, he suddenly had confidence.
After finishing her last class of the day, Silan glanced at the time.
"It's time to go see Professor Snape..."