This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Volkswagen Group, as the name implies, is a car produced for the public.

On January 17, 1934, Adolf, then Prime Minister, approved the proposal of its founder Ferdinand Porsche to form a Volkswagen AG with 340,000 shareholders.

Porsche is of course that Porsche.

The two car companies have cross-shareholdings and can be regarded as different family businesses.

It was almost evening when the Wayne family arrived at Wolfsburg Airport.

There are too many bloody stories in the Porsche family, and the three of them have no idea of ​​understanding.

It is enough as long as the current chairman of Volkswagen Group is the grandson of the founder.

Arriving at the club suite on the top floor of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Piech, now 5, has arrived.

He is an engineer by profession and looks like a particularly rigorous person.

"Mr. Piech."

"Hello, three members of the Wayne family."

The existence of the magic world is top secret, and only a very few senior officials in the Muggle government know about it.

When the symbol of the Deathly Hallows appeared on the tablecloth in front of Ferdinand, he was convinced that everything his grandfather said was true.

Wizards exist, magic exists, and the Witch Party also exists.

"What is your relationship?"

"Master and apprentice, he is my mentor."

Ferdinand seemed particularly surprised.

According to his grandfather's description, the leader of the Witch Party is very similar to Adolf.

They have similar ideas and almost the same mode of action.

In the end, they both lost their original intentions and became paranoid and crazy demons.

Such a person actually accepted an apprentice in his later years?

He is still British, a child.

"I think I should change my mind about your mentor." Ferdinand's smile was a little self-deprecating.

He seemed to put aside his concerns and began to take the initiative to talk about the middleman who connected the two parties, Ludwig Lenski.

"Half-blood wizard?"

"One of the parents or grandparents is a person who can't do magic."

The elders of the Witch Party are not only half-blood wizards, but also Muggle-borns.

Vincent's simple chat seemed to overturn Ferdinand's previous impression.

Compared with Adolf, a fanatical racist, Grindelwald is just a slightly radical revolutionary.

It doesn't matter if it's flattery or fawning, as long as the kindness shown is genuine.

Eric and Yin Fulin listened to the unfamiliar names becoming the topic of their conversation, and the worries in their eyes began to disappear little by little.

Even facing the helmsman of a huge business group, their son seemed to be at ease.

After slightly unveiling the mystery of the magic world, it was time to get to the point.

Ferdinand did not agree immediately, but first carefully went through the concept map modified by the Bugatti team.

He was an engineer and was very clear about the madness of certain parameters.

There is certainly a solution, but it is not through magical magic.

"Titanium alloy..." He put down the concept map with a tangled face.

Choosing this kind of metal with high strength, good corrosion resistance and strong heat resistance can indeed solve the problems of volume and weight.

And as the horsepower increases, the heat and exhaust gas generated will also increase.

So not only the engine, but also the exhaust system needs to use titanium alloy.

According to the current market price, the final cost of this mass-produced concept car is probably comparable to some high-end small private aircraft.

Ferdinand shook his head. "From the perspective of a company operator, I don't recommend Bugatti to take the risk of realizing this crazy idea.

But--"

Seeing that the Wayne family remained calm, the corners of his mouth began to rise slightly.

"But from the perspective of an automotive engineer, I think it would be difficult for me to refuse such an epoch-making mass-produced sports car."

Volkswagen and Bugatti have cooperated.

The teams of both sides will develop together and share all technological achievements.

After having dinner in the hotel's club suite, the three members of the Wayne family said goodbye to Ferdinand in a friendly manner.

"Mr. Piech, Porsche should have a lifting tail wing next year, right?"

"Child, are you really confident in our cooperation?"

"Of course, if it can't be developed next year, maybe our family will have to sell the house to supplement the research funds."

Yin Fulin was amused, and Eric was angry.

Walking out of the elevator and coming to the main entrance of the hotel, he got into a taxi with a dark face.

Vincent in the back seat was trying to hold back his laughter.

It won't be necessary to really sell the house in a year or two, but there should still be pressure.

It was already 1 a.m. when the Wayne family returned to Campogalliano, Italy from Wolfsburg, Germany. The Wayne family went back to the hotel and lay down on the bed to rest.

It was a peaceful night.

But it was not for some people.

Vincent was woken up by the noise.

The owl was so dedicated that it kept knocking on the window for more than ten minutes.

When he got out of bed, Eric had already taken the newspaper.

"Dad, I suggest you cancel the subscription, so that people don't have to travel all the way from England to Italy every day."

[To be honest, I have been using the source switching app to read books and follow the updates recently. It can switch sources and has many reading tones. It can be used on Android and Apple. ]

"I gave double." Eric opened the newspaper.

Vincent walked to the sink and squeezed some toothpaste on the toothbrush.

"Bloody hell!" Eric suddenly exclaimed loudly just after rinsing his mouth and brushing a few times.

He was so scared that he almost swallowed the white foam in his mouth.

"Dad, do you know that toothpaste is harmful to the body?"

Yin Fulin rolled her eyes unhappily, "Baby, don't you have a classmate whose family runs a dental clinic? Didn't she say that swallowing a little toothpaste is okay?"

Vincent didn't dare to complain and continued to brush his teeth quietly.

Eric smacked his lips while reading, "It seems that I really have to cancel my subscription in a few days."

The title of the newspaper is very attractive.

"In-depth Exposing: The Real Reason for Zero's Escape from Azkaban!"

But the content...

This newspaper is hopeless, it's almost the same as a certain series of books.

Yes, it's a scam.

Just looking at the big head shot of Fudge on the front is nothing, combined with the lavish and praiseworthy text, it looks particularly disgusting.

It's okay for those who don't know, the Wayne family is very clear about some of the activities.

Quirrell is just an accomplice, and Lockhart is an unlucky scapegoat.

If you dare to take the credit for catching the witch scum, you probably won't pursue the master's affairs.

The Ministry of Magic is rotten, and Fudge is the worst of the rotten.

"Wow - it turned out to be written by Rita." Eric threw the newspaper into the trash can with a look of disdain on his face.

Knowing too much is actually a kind of sadness.

After washing up, Vincent picked up the crumpled newspaper,

"Dad, what news makes you so angry?"

"Go read it yourself!"

A few minutes later, the newspaper was thrown into the trash can again.

It's just an inspection of Azkaban, not being arrested and locked up.

A mysterious prison with no record of escape, the most open-minded Minister of Magic in nearly half a century.

Compared with the boring reports some time ago, this is indeed big news.

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