The other three people in the room turned their heads blankly to look at the letter of recommendation on the table.
"A letter of recommendation? From Dumbledore?" Lucius was taken aback.
With Dumbledore as the Hogwarts Headmaster and his letter of recommendation, Lucius's return to the Board of Governors was practically a done deal.
"I'm sorry," Lucius said hastily, immediately picking up the letter of recommendation from the table and carefully reading it.
Lucius quickly scanned the contents of the recommendation letter, paying particular attention to the signature at the end.
"Supreme Mugwump, First-Class Archmage of the Order of Merlin, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Headmaster of Hogwarts..."
Albus Dumbledore.
Lucius's gaze swept over Dumbledore's long list of titles, finally settling on his personal signature.
Upon seeing the familiar handwriting, Lucius breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the sofa with a sense of ease.
The recommendation letters are fine.
It's true!
Lucius sighed inwardly for a moment, then sat up straight on the sofa and said to Silan, "Thanks, Mr. Prewett, this is very useful."
Pippin, who was standing to the side, was also somewhat surprised.
Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, he could roughly guess some of it from their conversation.
It's not surprising that Lucius lost his seat on the Hogwarts School Governor for some reason.
After all, this guy was annoying to begin with.
It's not surprising that Lucius is trying so hard to get back onto the Board of Governors.
For someone like him, if he loses face in this matter, he has to regain it in the same way.
Lucius's repeated applications were unsuccessful, but Mr. Prewett's single intercession was enough to change Headmaster Dumbledore's mind, which is no small feat.
"It seems that besides Professor Snape, Headmaster Dumbledore also values Mr. Prewett highly," Pippin thought to himself.
Silan smiled at Lucius, waved his hand, and said, "You're welcome, it was nothing."
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
Lucius carefully put away the letter of recommendation and said with a relaxed expression, "Mr. Prewett, is there anything I can do for you?"
As Slytherin, Lucius was well aware that there's no such thing as a free lunch, especially when you're facing another Slytherin.
Silan didn't stand on ceremony and said directly, "I do have something else to say, it concerns Draco."
"What is it?" Lucius glanced at his son and asked.
"We started a new Care of Magical Creatures this semester, Draco was accidentally injured during class. The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures is really pressing us for it, which is causing our new professor a lot of concern."
"That Hippogriff a stress reaction; it had no intention of harming anyone. I hope Mr. Malfoy can put in a word with them and let this matter drop."
Without hesitation, Silan finished speaking in one breath.
Draco gritted his teeth and said angrily, "No! That beast almost killed me, I want it dead!"
"Children shouldn't interrupt adults!" Silan gave him a cold look.
Draco was furious.
Aren't you in the same grade as me?
Why are you the adult and I'm the child?
Before he could retort, Lucius turned and glared at him, saying in an unyielding tone, "Listen to your Uncle Prewett."
Draco's words caught in his throat, and he couldn't utter them, his face turning red with frustration.
Isn't this bullying honest people?!
Pippin wisely remained silent, his shrewd eyes scanning the three men, inwardly grimacing as he thought, "The family relationships of you Pure-blood families are truly a mess..."
Lucius for a moment, then said quickly, "Don't worry about this. I'll write a letter and send it to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures later."
"That would be perfect."
This was a trivial matter for Lucius.
In fact, after putting pressure on the Ministry of Magic, he was busy investigating Pippin and had long forgotten about this matter.
Now, resolving this is as simple as saying a few words.
Although Lucius was somewhat displeased with letting the beast go, he didn't want to offend Silan over it.
Draco had no choice but to suffer the injustice once again.
Silan was very satisfied with the result, and Lucius was also very satisfied.
Only the little boy Draco pouted in grievance.
After finishing that matter, Silan remembered there was another task that would be more convenient for Lucius to handle.
He went straight to the point. "Mr. Malfoy, if you don't mind, there's one more thing I'd like to ask for your help with."
Lucius was in high spirits and readily agreed before he could even speak, "No problem."
"I want to start a company to sell alchemical items. It's not convenient for me to go out while I'm at school, so I hope you can help me make a trip," Silan said.
Registering a company requires filing with the Ministry of Magic and undergoing a review process to obtain eligibility.
It would be somewhat troublesome if he were to handle it himself.
Lucius has connections at the Ministry of Magic; if he can pass on a message, the process will likely be smooth sailing, saving us a lot of trouble.
"You also study Alchemy?" Lucius asked in surprise.
"I know a little."
What are you planning to sell?
Silan took out the model of the Hippogriff George and Fred had given him and gave it a brief demonstration to the group.
Looking at these models, Lucius was somewhat disappointed.
"It's just a toy. I thought it was something extraordinary. It seems Prewett doesn't have any special talent in Alchemy, not comparable to his Potions talent," Lucius thought to himself, shaking his head.
Draco, who had been holding back his anger for a while, finally found a chance to speak. He sneered and said, "Now the Wizarding World has Quidditch, Wizard's Chess, and Gobstones. Who would play this kind of thing?"
He started grumbling like a wronged little wife. "I definitely won't play with this. Such childish toys..."
Lucius glanced at him. "Draco."
He turned to Silan: "Don't worry, Mr. Prewett, leave this to me. Once it's done, I'll send the permit to Hogwarts."
Silan nodded, then added, "Mr. Malfoy, if you're interested, you can invest."
"Now, by investing 10,000 Galleon, you can acquire a 10% stake."
"This..." Lucius hesitated for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly, "I don't have that much cash on hand. How about this, I'll take out the profits from this Sale Event and add another 500 Galleon as an investment, giving me a 5% stake."
He wasn't very optimistic about the product.
Quidditch is currently the most popular game in the Wizarding World.
If Silan were to make alchemical items related to this, such as Broomstick, Lucius would definitely invest without hesitation.
How much money can you make from such a model toy?
Silan simply smiled and didn't press the issue.
Pippin next to him, stared intently at the toy Hippogriff model on the table, his excitement palpable, his hands clenching into fists uncontrollably.
Mr. Prewett's New Business!
It's time for a high-stakes gamble!
Although Pippin couldn't see the market prospects for these model toys, he didn't know whether they would make a profit or a loss.
But he believed in Silan.
Following Mr. Prewett's bets is never a bad idea, and today's Potions auction is proof of that.
Pippin pushed all of his 10% share of the profits in front of Silan.
All in!
"Mr. Prewett, I'd also like to invest in your new business. I don't have enough money right now, but I'll make up the rest later." Pippin tried hard to keep his voice from trembling.
Silan did not refuse, and after accepting the money, asked, "How much are you planning to invest, Mr. Pippin?"
"Ten thousand Galleon!" Pippin replied quickly.
"Then it's settled." Silan smiled, stood up, and shook hands with him.
Lucius, standing nearby, curled his lip in disapproval.
After they finished their business, today's Potions Sale Event to a successful conclusion.
Back at Hogwarts with Professor Snape, Silan told George and Fred about registering the company.
... Divider Line...
Author's Note: Gobstones is a game popular among wizarding children. It uses special stones and is similar to Muggle pinball, but the main difference is that when one side loses a point, the stones spray a foul-smelling liquid in the loser's face.
This game is relatively niche in the magical world and doesn't have a very "cool" reputation, which has left Gobstones fans feeling quite resentful.