Oliver took the wand from Morris and looked down at the end of the handle, where a small, round bead was prominently displayed.
"Don't just stand there," Morris urged.
Upon hearing this, Oliver no longer hesitated and pressed the small button below with his right hand.
The next second, the wand transformed into a whip made of tightly connected bones, which it nimbly swung through the air.
Oliver tried moving his wrist, and the end of the whip drew a circle in the air.
"I can control it!"
He exclaimed in surprise.
"Isn't it amazing?" Morris leaned back in his chair, looking at the middle-aged man whose eyes were practically shining, and chuckled, "Looks like you really like it."
In fact, the modifications he made to the Whip Wand were not complicated.
The original Whip Wand drew magic from the user's body, while this Whip Wand is powered by Gap Energy Crystal.
In addition, he also engraved a model of Energy Gathering on it.
Therefore, this wand can recharge itself—although the efficiency is so low as to be almost negligible.
Morris cautioned, "Its magic will last about two hours. If the stone above goes dark, don't worry, it will light up again on its own in a couple of days."
Oliver gazed at Morris, his eyes slightly red. "I don't know how to thank you."
Just then, the door opened and a young man in a brightly colored coat walked in.
Oliver! Where's today's menu?
Oliver immediately put away his whip, turned to the arriving guests, and called out, "Wait a moment!"
However, when he turned around again, the spot where Morris had just been sitting was empty.
"Thanks."
He said in a low voice.
At this moment, Morris had already Apparition to Diagon Alley.
I just gave them a small toy; it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.
After this little incident, it's time to get down to business.
He emerged from a dark alleyway.
The main road was bustling with pedestrians, just like any other day.
As the largest wizarding commercial street in the Britain, Diagon Alley is always bustling with people.
Morris weaved through the crowd and arrived at the Quality Quidditch Supplies, where he saw a large group of people gathered in front of the window, occasionally letting out gasps of amazement.
The shop window usually displays Phantom brand brooms, but today it's a different broom.
The sign next to it reads, " Firebolt II, giving flyers an unprecedented ultimate experience."
Ah, I see.
The Phantom Broomstick has dominated the market for a long time, Firebolt Company. is clearly not going to sit idly by. Now they have finally brought out their weapons to fight back.
Morris didn't care about this, and he hadn't been focusing on making money lately.
He pushed open the door and entered the store; no one noticed him.
The older clerk behind the counter was writing something down, while two young female clerks were explaining the specifications of a broom to a couple.
Morris glanced around and saw Mrs Lawson's back; she was using her wand to manipulate several rags to wipe a wooden frame.
The shelf looked newly purchased, and she wiped it very carefully.
" Mrs Lawson," Morris said as he walked over.
Mrs Lawson turned around, stopping what she was doing. " Morris, it's been a long time."
"In fact, we just met last week," Morris said.
"Really?" Mrs Lawson waved her hand dismissively. "Let's get down to business. Firebolt II, have you seen it?"
"Of course," Morris said.
"It performs even better than the Phantom," Mrs Lawson said immediately. "Although it's more expensive, it will probably still have a significant impact on the Phantom's sales."
As Morris's collaborator, the decline in Phantom sales was something she didn't want to see.
After all, the profit from selling a Phantom is much higher than that from Firebolt.
"Oh, it's okay." Morris shrugged. "I'll iterate on the product when I have time."
Firebolt can be upgraded, so Phantom can undoubtedly be upgraded as well.
He just doesn't feel like doing brooms right now.
Let's talk about it when we're short of money.
"Where's Phoebe?" Morris asked. "Hasn't she been learning from you at the shop lately?"
Although Phoebe was his assistant, he seemed to have only seen her a few times a month.
Mrs Lawson smiled. " Phoebe has gone back to France. She said she wanted to take advantage of the holiday to visit her family."
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Morris then remembered that Phoebe had a holiday.
"Alright," he said. "Then I'll be going. Goodbye, Mrs Lawson."
He had just turned around when a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
Morris then realized that Mrs Lawson was incredibly strong.
"Don't rush," Mrs Lawson said mysteriously, "I have something to tell you."
She pulled Morris through a small door behind the counter into a small room, like the shop's lounge. Inside, there was a sofa, a few tables, and several Quidditch posters hanging on the walls.
In the corner, there was a potted green plant whose name I didn't know. Its leaves were a bit yellow, as if it hadn't been watered in a long time.
Mrs Lawson sat down on the sofa, gestured to the seat opposite her, and indicated that Morris should also sit down.
Morris was a little confused, but he did as instructed.
He looked puzzled and asked, "What's wrong, Mrs Lawson?"
Mrs Lawson's expression turned serious. "Tell me, Morris, Phoebe just your employee?"
Morris paused for a moment, "Isn't that obvious?"
Otherwise, why would Phoebe be in charge of the sales of the Phantom Broomstick?
Mrs Lawson smiled slightly. "I thought you two were dating."
Turns out, they just came to gossip.
Morris shook his head, somewhat surprised. "Actually, no."
"That would be even better," Mrs Lawson suddenly exclaimed excitedly. "What a wonderful girl, Morris! I suggest you take action as soon as possible. Ah, don't rush to disagree with me; I know you're also interested in Phoebe. I understand the minds of young people perfectly well."
Morris chuckled, unsure how to react.
Although he had a good impression of Phoebe, that was all.
He didn't have the mind to think about anything else.
For him, reaching the pinnacle of magic was the most important thing.
There's no need to worry about matters of the heart right now.
"That's all I have to say," Mrs Lawson said, leaning back on the sofa. "Young people these days."
Morris didn't understand why Mrs Lawson was so interested in his love life.
Oh, by the way, it seems like Phoebe has been getting along particularly well with Mrs Lawson lately, so it's understandable that she'd be concerned.
"I must go now, Mrs Lawson." Morris stood up. "May I use the fireplace?"
"Of course." Mrs Lawson gestured outside, "The fireplace is in another room, Floo Powder is on the cabinet over there."