"Alright, I know you were brave, let's go back."
Trillian still leaned against him, complaining, "What a hypocrite—you won't let go of my hand, you've made me weak all over, and you still want me to stop?"
Draco withdrew his hand and coughed lightly:
"Who told you to wear these kinds of suits, deliberately showing off your figure and attracting attention? Are you trying to seduce me, young master?"
"I dress like this every time we go on an operation!" Trillian straightened up from his embrace, pouting, "It's clearly that some young master lacks self-control, yet he's blaming me..."
"I see." Draco smiled noncommittally. "That clears up the misunderstanding. I'll be more careful next time."
Before she could speak, Draco quickly interjected, "Alright, now that we have the information, let's go back."
"Okay." Trillian is going to play the long game; if she can't control the flow, it will be a problem for the young master.
The only long-term strategy is to feign indifference to lure the enemy into submission.
Draco nodded and led her back to the villa's living room.
"Where's Hermione?" Trillian asked casually.
Draco gestured towards the bedroom with his lip.
"She's studying in her room."
"I'll order takeout first. It takes time to prepare and deliver the food, so I don't go on the mission hungry."
As she spoke, Trillian prepared to make a phone call.
"No need to trouble yourself," Draco called after her. "We won't eat at home tonight. Let's go out for a stroll and relax, and then we can check out that ' Supernatural Bar ' you mentioned."
"That's great! I'm going to rest for a while."
After saying that, Trillian went into her room.
Draco returned to his room, where Hermione was intently casting some kind of spell on the bed, wand in hand.
" The Bed Expansion." As the incantation finished, a faint blue magical light rippled from the tip of the wand and landed on the large bed.
Under the dim light, visible changes slowly took place. The originally standard-sized single and double beds gradually widened outwards and lengthened longitudinally, the bed boards extended, and the bedding and bedspreads automatically stretched and flattened, making the beds incredibly spacious.
The bed was so spacious that the two of them could easily roll around in it. After the dim light faded, Hermione looked at the renovated bed with satisfaction.
"Oh, Miss Granger is experimenting with a new spell?"
Draco walked towards her.
"Yes," Hermione turned around and shared with Draco with great interest, "Yes, the Complete Book of Charms and Runes records many practical spells, such as Bed Comfort, which can be used to adjust the size of furniture, very convenient."
"Indeed." Draco looked at the much larger bed, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, subtly implying:
"The bed is bigger and longer—it's easier to roll around in now."
"Get lost, get lost, get lost," Hermione said disdainfully. "Did you catch that from Trillian? All you think about is that kind of thing."
Draco didn't refute, he just smiled.
"Seriously," Hermione exclaimed, flipping through the spellbook.
" North America's capacity for magical innovation is truly second to none. This spellbook contains a vast collection of spells, many for combat and defense, but even more practical spells for improving daily life. This innovative atmosphere is something we should definitely learn from."
"Yes," Draco nodded in agreement. "It is precisely because of openness that we can attract global talent and continuously innovate. Unlike some places that only advertise innovation extensively, only to find out in the end that it's all a scheme to exploit people."
"The only slight regret is that these innovative achievements didn't reach us," Hermione said regretfully.
"Don't worry, in today's globalized world, good things will gradually become available in other countries," Draco said confidently.
" Britain also has close ties with North America,"
"As long as we don't close ourselves off from the world, don't overemphasize domestic demand, don't protect local brands, and support domestic products,"
"We will not use morality or political stance to blackmail others."
"Increase competition and give people the right to choose,"
"This is the real good news..."
"Otherwise, we can only wait to be cut..."
Draco stopped there, quickly changing the subject, and said to Hermione with a smile, " Minister Granger, this is what you'll be doing from now on!"
"It's not even close to being settled yet, what Minister Granger...?"
Hermione pondered Draco's words silently.
"Anyway, I'm Laodeng, the Minister for Magic right now, and I'm an only child. I don't want to be Minister, so what's the choice? You're the one!" Draco shrugged.
Hermione was momentarily speechless, but quickly dropped her joking expression and became serious. "Don't say that..."
"Power monopolies breed too many problems: commercial monopolies, zero-dollar purchases, educational monopolies, complacency, corruption, and a corrupt leadership that sets a bad example for its subordinates. The impact is enormous..."
"It seems so." Draco thought carefully.
"If all the shops in Diagon Alley Malfoy —that would be really scary. It wouldn't be like I could control everything, charge whatever price I wanted. Even if the quality was terrible, customers would have no choice but to accept it because it was the only place that sold it. Even if the stuff was garbage, you'd have to bite the bullet and buy it."
Hermione frowned as she listened, rubbing her arms as if frozen by the horrible future Draco had described.
"That's terrifying... Now that you mention it, I suddenly remembered your investment in Hogsmeade. You were right to invest without interfering or putting your own people in..."
"If it's monopolized and they continue with their discriminatory practices against Half-blood wizards, refusing to sell or selling at exorbitant prices, then my family's meager assets will have no choice but to return to the Muggle world, forever relegated to..."
After becoming a wizard, Hermione found it hard to imagine what the future held...
"So, as the sole heir of Pure-blood family, I'm just loafing around every day, living off Miss Granger without a care in the world—do you think that's right?"
Hermione suppressed her fleeting emotions, rolled her eyes at him, and said decisively, "Don't even think about 'living a life of leisure'!"
"I don't need to work hard," Draco said, shrugging.
"I'm the minister's son, my family is incredibly wealthy, I have such a beautiful wife protecting me, and I'm so outstanding myself. If I still work hard, what chance do others have?"
Hermione was exasperated by his self-righteous and arrogant attitude. "... Keep acting like this. When you actually become Minister for Magic, let's see if you'll still be so self-righteous."
"People don't necessarily have to work—some people come into this world to live, not just to survive. Laozi said 'wu wei' (non-action) means 'not needing to,' and 'wu wei er zhi' (governing by non-action) means not needing to manage too much..."
Draco adopted a philosophical air.
"You have the means, but what about those who are penniless? Do they even deserve to talk about life instead of just 'surviving'?"