Although Carrow eventually turned on his own and named those who had betrayed him, Lorne did not escalate the situation. Instead, he focused on one thing and first divided up the Pure-blood community of interests.
Several families sent people together, but only the Carrow family members were arrested. What will the other families think? And what will the Carrow family think?
Lorne believed that these selfish Pure-blood were not a monolithic group; where there were gaps, there would inevitably be backstabbing.
Malfoy Manor.
Lucius rubbed his temples and looked at the people gathered in the study, saying, "I've contacted the Ministry of Magic and released the Carrow family. Don't worry, they pose no threat to us."
The patriarch of the Carrow family never worried about this. The mother of the child he sent out was a Squib, and he was dispensable to her. Even if she were sent to Azkaban, it wouldn't matter. What he was worried about was Lucius's plan.
"Now that we know the differences between the two Magic Mobile Phone, should we have our skilled subordinates make some modifications?"
"Absolutely not," Lucius said, sitting up straight. "Sending people to smear the Magic Mobile Phone Shop is a trivial tactic. What I really want to do is force them to prove themselves and explain the differences between the two Magic Mobile Phone."
"Why?"
"Since even they themselves admit that the two Magic Mobile Phone are distinguishable by their appearance, we haven't violated any patent laws," Lucius, pulling a stack of documents from his desk. "This is the existing magic patent protection law, which states that to constitute plagiarism, at least one of the following conditions must be met: either there is obvious and similar design or trademark copying, or there is solid evidence pointing to technological copying. I don't think they can sue us now."
The Pure-blood families present nodded in approval at Lucius's shrewd and calculating demeanor, but Old Nott still scoffed. "Is it necessary? We're not without our own people in Wizengamot."
Lucius slowly shook his head. "Starting ten years ago, not only Wizengamot, but our power within the Ministry of Magic has been gradually diminished. Although we still hold a pivotal position in the Wizarding World thanks to our initial accumulation, our power is being gradually fragmented."
"And aren't we sitting here today, fighting together to overthrow the Muggle Magic Mobile Phone, precisely for that goal?"
"To restore the glory of Pure-blood is our inescapable duty!"
The Pure-blood present were all seasoned veterans. Despite Lucius's highly inflammatory words, none of them became overly enthusiastic. Seeing this, Lucius stopped talking about it and took out a Magic Mobile Phone from the drawer—the very one he had confiscated from Draco.
"Getting back to the main point, one of these two phones I have here is Magic Mobile Phone created by that Mudblood, and the other is Magic Mobile Phone we made. Can you tell the difference with the naked eye?"
The two Magic Mobile Phone Lucius held were almost identical except for their colors; even after observing them for a long time, the Pure-blood still couldn't tell the difference.
"Yes, he's lying," Lucius smiled confidently. "His claim at the Magic Mobile Phone shop that the two types of Magic Mobile Phone were obviously different is completely wrong. Ordinary people can't tell the difference at all. What we're putting on the market now are defective products. What if we sold off all the working Magic Mobile Phone we had in stock on his anniversary?"
"He was completely powerless to resist. He registered a patent, but patent law couldn't protect him at all. He himself admitted that the appearance was different, and he had no way of proving that the Magic Mobile Phone's technology was copied. What could our Longchang enlightenment suddenly achieve in drawing the Magic Power Matrix? What could she possibly say?"
"Ordinary wizards have no way of distinguishing which is a normal Magic Mobile Phone. All we need to do is lower the price, or send some unidentified people to spread some false information, and his shop will be ours for the taking!"
"As for that Muggle-born... I've played with the Magic Mobile Phone too, and he's definitely got some skills. Keeping him around to work for us and create some Pure-blood- specific software would be great."
"Oh, right," Lucius suddenly ordered, "Have the men make three of the most advanced Magic Mobile Phone."
Old Nott, assuming he had another experiment to conduct, immediately asked with concern, "Are there any precautions we need to take?"
"No, that's not it," Lucius said, stroking the Magic Mobile Phone in his hand. "I find this Magic Mobile Phone quite fun; I'll keep one for myself."
Carrow asked in confusion, "What about the other two?"
Lucius wanted to roll his eyes. He really felt that the Pure-blood families needed a reshuffle, otherwise those fools wouldn't be able to connect with them based on their ancestors' wealth. "There are three people in my family, Carrow, and the original copy of this Magic Mobile Phone I have comes from my son."
here we go again.
The Pure-blood present all stood up and left. They didn't want to hear Lucius boast about his harmonious family. They were all Pure-blood, so there was no need for such hypocrisy. If his son were a Squib, he would probably have been exiled to the wilderness long ago.
At this moment, Lorne is studying these Magic Mobile Phone made by Pure-blood.
The reason these Magic Mobile Phone couldn't copy software correctly was because there was a flaw in the depiction of the Magic Power Matrix. Lorne disassembled them and checked the Magic Power Matrix of each one until he saw that they were largely the same as the Magic Power Matrix he had taught others to use, and only then did he feel relieved.
Fortunately, these Pure-blood only know how to draw it, but haven't yet grasped the true mysteries of the Magic Power Matrix.
This will likely be a long process. Without a complete deciphering of ancient languages, it would be tantamount for modern wizards to try to develop a complete knowledge system based on just a few Magic Power Matrix, which is like deriving from "1+1=2" that differentiability necessarily implies continuity, and continuity does not necessarily imply differentiability.
Augusta knocked on the door, and Lorne looked up and immediately invited him to sit opposite him.
Augusta also had a pirated Magic Mobile Phone, and her expression was grim. "Excuse my bluntness, Lorne, but we may need to gather more evidence, such as turning some people to willingly use the Pensieve. Otherwise, with the evidence we have now, we won't be able to win the case."
"Patent protection laws were originally written by those politicians. They have an exceptionally strict definition of plagiarism. A complete resemblance in appearance is required for conviction, or there must be clear evidence of technological plagiarism before we can order them to cease their infringing activities and issue a compensation and apology."
"Furthermore, Wizengamot is still under the control of the Ministry of Magic, and Pure-blood have too much influence within the Ministry of Magic. I'm worried they might go back on their word, or they might ignore the situation after winning the case."
Lorne simply asked one question, "Can I request the court to make the proceedings public?"
"This doesn't seem to follow procedure; we'll have to invite other wizards to the hearing..."
"May I release the Wizengamot trial transcripts from my memory? In the form of the Pensieve."
"That's a possibility, but what's the point of making it public?"
"Don't worry, Augusta, leave this battle to me. Tomorrow, I'll submit an application to Wizengamot, stating that we've located the factory that manufactured the pirated Magic Mobile Phone, and request a ruling under patent law. I reserve the right to publish the court proceedings."
"Let's sue the Magic Mobile Phone Shop against Lucius and the remnants of the Death Eaters," Lorne said, looking at the door with an air of arrogant confidence, as if it were nothing. "Trust me, we'll win."