If You Really Can't Take It, You Can Bite Me!

Despite Cregan's constant complaints about being broke and his pronouncements that the Auror Office's stability fund has been completely depleted through various means... well, there's always some Galleon left if Galleon squeeze it out.

The problem is, William doesn't care about that little bit of money; he deserves something better!

"Mr. Cregan," William said with a smile, "My friend and I run an Akali's Mystery Shop, which specializes in selling inconspicuous prank items and worthless alchemical artifacts."

Now we want to expand our business to France.

That's right, William wants to get into international trade!

United Kingdom has a very small base of wizards, including masters Dumbledore who can invent their own methods, and stingy old vampires like Snape who only wants to freeload.

After several deductions, there aren't many wizards left; they're mostly customers of William's shop. The market potential is pretty much set, with little room for further development.

For Akali's Mystery Shop to grow and expand, it must upgrade its business and expand its trade to other countries.

Compared to the British Isles, European continent has a vast market.

This place is still virgin territory, eagerly awaiting William's favor, development, training, and then to be taken as his own and added to his harem.

France, which shares a close geographical link with the United Kingdom, served as an excellent springboard.

Cregan is a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, with only one minister above him. With his help, at least when selling things, they won't be blocked by the French Ministry of Magic.

For example, the lame but useful excuse of abusing Muggle items...

The Wizarding World appears peaceful on the surface, but beneath lies a turbulent undercurrent; war is only a matter of time.

Back then, it was also possible to purchase and wholesale these Defence Against Dark Magic alchemical products, such as the Evil Protection Hat, to the French Ministry of Magic.

This is the kind of long-term, sustainable business that, like white silk, has a boundless audience!

Similarly, William also planned to sell the goods to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Unlike Hogwarts, this school admits students from France, Spain, Portugal, Luxembourg, Belgium, and the Netherlands.

Beauxbatons is a hodgepodge; once it makes a name for itself, it will naturally expand into other countries.

As for whether it will be a bestseller... William is very confident about that.

William gave Phoebe many alchemical items, some of which she was told to sell.

The male students went crazy fighting over it; some of the young wizards were even richer Draco.

A product that costs only thirty Galleon is being sold for a whopping three hundred, and even then, demand still exceeds supply.

He had an arrogant air about him being stupid, rich, and eager to get rich quick.

William simply couldn't bring himself to dislike this kind of wizard.

He was determined to let the other person experience the harsh realities of society... cough cough, caress!

Of course, the fact that it can sell for such a high price means that William's product is good.

Otherwise, could it be because Phoebe is pretty?

No! William would absolutely not accept that as a reason.

However, this did not prevent William from appointing Phoebe as the general distributor for the France region.

Phoebe is about to graduate and hasn't decided what to do afterward. In that case, wouldn't it be great to William William's large Europe foreign trade system and become a general agent to make money?

A salesperson with a striking appearance can definitely be a big plus.

This is similar to how those who buy products from Qiu are all men, while those who buy from Cedric are mostly wealthy women and gay men.

Those like twins can only end up as miserable technical researchers in the back.

If you don't meet the standards of being handsome or beautiful, you might not attract customers in sales; you might only attract... perverts.

Therefore, William has set his sights on Gabrielle, who can fill the void left by her sister after Phoebe graduates.

Completely seamless!

William and Cregan chatted and laughed for a while longer, and under the awe-inspiring gazes of the Auror, they finalized the terms of their cooperation.

William truly hopes that Cregan will become the French Ministry of Magic... What a wonderful wizard!

During their conversation, the Auror completed their defenses, setting up numerous protective spells around the coastline.

After an unknown amount of time, a light rain began to fall, and the rain gradually intensified.

William looked up and gazed into the distance. Suddenly, the sea surged and churned, with waves rising several meters high, almost level with the surrounding houses.

However, not a single wave reached the beach; they were all blocked by the barrier summoned by "Protego Totalum".

Protego Totalum is a variant of the Shield Charm. It can summon a barrier to protect a specific area or building, blocking or repelling most spells.

The Thunderbird cried out, its cry echoing along the coast. It emerged from the dark clouds, its eyes fixed on William on the shore.

William stared defiantly at the Thunderbird. He sighed with relief, thinking that at least he wouldn't have to rush to the front lines of battle.

This kind of thing should be left to the professionals. Why is he, an ordinary little wizard, meddling in this? He should just stay in the background and be a bystander.

So William gave Thunderbird the middle finger, spat, and loudly provoked, "Come here!"

Cregan was annoyed, realizing that he had unwittingly drawn another wave of hatred from William.

This bird should leave quickly... wait, it's not safe for it to stay in France.

Why not have Scamander come to France again and smuggle the bird to United States? Isn't that what he loves to do most?

"You hold them off for now, I have something to attend to, I'll be going first," William suddenly said, glancing somewhere.

"Where are you going?" Cregan asked. "To stay and help, you can't..."

William has already vanished in Apparition.

Cregan sighed; he had a feeling he'd been tricked in his deal with William.

What annoyed Cregan wasn't that he'd been tricked, but that he had no idea how he'd been tricked!

He charged at the Thunderbird, wand in hand, ready to vent his inexplicable rage on it.

In a secluded grove,

Mormont is struggling to suppress her Werewolf instincts, the very nature that drives her in her wolf form to attack humans.

But she didn't want to, so she could only bite herself.

His teeth were clenching, Mormont endured the pain, yet he was still not satisfied. He tore at his soft belly with his claws, and blood immediately flowed freely.

Mormont suddenly straightened his neck, subconsciously turned his head, and in a daze, saw that face he had only seen a few times, but could never forget.

The pain in his abdominal wound intensified as the claws tore at it, yet Mormont suddenly felt an immense pleasure he had never experienced before.

Just like the first time I was locked in a cage and whipped all night, it was an unforgettable pain. Now it's a strange yet equally profound pleasure.

At that moment, Mormont didn't think about whether she wanted to die or live; she only thought about this figure watching her as she tore herself apart.

He would probably feel more comfortable if he took the whip and whipped himself.

Mormont trembled violently, and his image in her vision became increasingly blurry. She closed her eyes, panting, but did not open them.

She felt that the illusion should disappear the moment she opened her eyes.

But a voice whispered in her ear, "Doesn't it hurt to bite yourself like that? If you really can't stand it, and you want to bite something, you can bite me instead."

(Thanks to "Ultimate Knight" for the generous donation.)