Mrs Lawson clearly hadn't expected Morris's broom to be so fast.
Just as she darted out, her body jerked backward, nearly slipping off the broom.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly and had good technique, which allowed her to barely maintain her balance.
Mrs Lawson tested it for a full half hour.
During that half hour, she performed a great many dazzling Quidditch moves.
Even if Morris didn't understand the sport, he could tell that these moves were even more impressive Harry's.
Finally, Mrs Lawson landed.
"Impressive," she said, her face flushed and panting, as she produced a piece of parchment from somewhere and handed it to Morris. "I jotted down some data in my spare time."
Morris took it and looked down at it.
The paper was filled with detailed records of various indicators.
Acceleration, top speed, cornering sensitivity...
How did the other party manage to record all of this while driving at high speed?
Morris looked up and asked the question that concerned him most at that moment, "How does it compare to the Firebolt?"
"It surpasses everything," Mrs Lawson said, emphasizing each word, with no hint of joking. "Except for comfort—that's not important, especially for a professional Quidditch player. I think its speed is already at my control's limit."
"That's certainly good," Morris said.
Then, Mrs Lawson fired off a series of questions.
"Which company makes this broom? Or whose design is it? Wait, is its provenance legitimate?"
She clearly valued this broom very much.
Morris said, "I made the broom myself."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs Lawson's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had seen some rare treasure.
She immediately said, "Then, sir, let's talk about cooperation."
He spoke so fast, as if afraid that if he hesitated even for a second, the opportunity would slip away.
Just call me Morris.
Morris smiled slightly.
The conversation with Mrs Lawson lasted a full two and a half hours.
What we can learn is that Mrs Lawson is a Quidditch enthusiast and a shrewd businesswoman.
Selling a flying broomstick was far more complicated than Morris had imagined; he even had to register it with the Ministry of Magic's Flying Broomstick Regulatory Control.
Fortunately, Mrs Lawson said she could handle these procedures for her.
Incidentally, Morris named his broom " Phantom ".
There's no special meaning behind it; choosing a common name is always a safe bet.
Ultimately, the Quality Quidditch Supplies in Diagon Alley became the exclusive distributor of the Phantom series flying broomsticks in the Britain.
By the time Morris left the shop, it was already getting dark.
The streetlights in Diagon Alley came on one after another. He glanced back and saw a young shop assistant waving at him through the window with a bright smile. Morris sold him a Phantom Mark One at a very low discount.
He reached into his pocket and felt a piece of parchment.
That was a cooperation agreement that had just been signed.
According to the agreement, he needs to deliver twelve flying brooms within two weeks for the first phase of trial sales.
Morris silently calculated the time in his mind.
It will probably take one night to finish.
Unfortunately, his production capacity is limited, so he can't outsource production like a typical flying broom manufacturer.
Before heading home, Morris turned into Knockturn Alley again.
It was still early, so he planned to go to Frick's place for a free meal.
However, something is amiss in Knockturn Alley today.
As Morris walked down the narrow street wearing the bone mask, he clearly sensed that something was amiss.
At this time of day, Knockturn Alley is not particularly bustling, but there are always a few pedestrians hurrying by, or vendors squatting in corners selling goods of dubious origin.
But it's too quiet today.
Along the way, he encountered no living creatures except for a dog that was urinating against a wall.
Just then, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Stop."
A cold, hard voice rang out.
Morris stopped and silently raised his head.
Two figures emerged from the shadows of the alley and blocked his way.
They were wearing Auror uniforms, and they looked very young. Wait, aren't they acquaintances?
Morris recognized him.
These were the two young Auror he had humiliated in front of Fudge not long ago.
What a coincidence.
The male Auror took a step forward, eyeing Morris.
"Take off your mask." His tone was forceful.
Morris did as instructed, waving his hand, and the mask on his face turned into specks of white light, dissipating into the air.
These two should still remember him.
Sure enough, the male Auror's expression changed after he saw his face clearly.
It was like seeing a ghost.
He opened his mouth twice before finally saying calmly, "It's you, Mr. Black."
He was naturally impressed by the young student in front of him.
After all, that time, the other party not only made them lose face in front of the minister, but also caused them to be punished.
Morris nodded. "Long time no see."
He had forgotten the other person's name... uh, no, he didn't even know it.
"Yes, it's been a long time." The female Auror's tone was much gentler than last time.
"But I don't think this is the time for idle chatter," she continued. "I should remind you, sir, that Knockturn Alley is dangerous today; get out of there quickly."
Morris asked curiously, "What happened?"
The two Auror exchanged a glance, seemingly weighing whether or not they should reveal the matter.
Finally, it was the female Auror who spoke up.
"Someone anonymously reported to the Ministry of Magic that a group of Werewolf will be active in the area tonight." She lowered her voice and said, "Although it might just be a joke, we still need to investigate."
Werewolf?
Morris realized something and looked up at the sky.
Although the moon cannot be seen from this narrow alley, it seems to be a full moon night.
According to Lupin, some Werewolf outside would deliberately go to densely populated areas when they transformed, attacking others and taking revenge on society.
If the number is large, it could indeed be a disaster.
It's normal for the Auror to handle it.
"Just the two of you?" Morris turned his gaze back to the two of them and asked.
The male Auror shook his head. "Of course not. Others are scattered at various intersections, and some are waiting on the outskirts."
Oh, I shouldn't have said so much. Anyway, we need to get you to a safe place first.
Morris understood, "Okay, goodbye, but there's no need to see me off."
He finished speaking and started walking back.
Interfering with someone's official duties is not a good thing, even though he's not an unreasonable person.
Let's just teleport home from anywhere.
At the same time, the two Auror also set off, turning into a small alley.
However, Morris had only taken a few steps when several mournful wolf howls suddenly rang out from the alley the two Auror had just turned into.
What a coincidence!