This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The magic world is very quiet now. The wizards will go home as soon as possible after finishing their work every day, and they dare not stay outside for too long.

Negative emotions are most likely to arise in a depressed atmosphere. Once emotions that cannot be vented explode, they will cause behaviors that hurt oneself or even others.

Fudge's sense of politics is still very sensitive, but the methods have always been the three tricks.

Although you are not afraid of getting old when you use tricks, as long as it works, if there is any accident during the live broadcast of the Three Strong Team Championship, the negative emotions that could have been suppressed will definitely explode instantly.

Vincent thought for a moment, "Mr. Bagman, I personally must have raised my hands to agree with this cooperation, but..."

Bagman was a little anxious, "But what? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Wayne Company can fully promote many new products that will be launched soon."

Vincent looked puzzled, "Although the opportunity is good, our Wayne company only sells the final execution units for information processing and program operation to the outside world. Currently, there is only one magic communicator for the complete finished terminal equipment."

Bagman was a little stunned, and even the expressionless old Batty was confused when he heard it.

Vincent drank a sip of black tea, "Simply summarized, the cost of live broadcast is too high. Even if the promotional effect exceeds the expected promotion, Wayne Company is not the biggest beneficiary."

It’s not that we can’t make wedding dresses for others, but that we can’t take advantage of those pure-blooded men for no reason.

After Bagman clarified his thoughts, he stopped talking several times. He probably didn't expect Vincent to be so difficult to fool.

Old Batty calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Mr. Wayne, please put the overall situation first."

Vincent scoffed at this, but on the surface he was still embarrassed.

“I also want to do my best for the magic world, but I have a multinational enterprise on my back and I need to think about it for my employees and partners first.”

It is useless to play official voice. The cooperation in the last World Cup has already given up most of the profits. This time, I have to get some interest back if I say anything.

Old Batty and Bagmanzi looked at Dumbledore who seemed to be wandering.

The other person clearly didn't want to care about this matter, so the two of them decided to ask him to help.

Looking at Vincent with a tough attitude, Old Batty frowned even deeper.

The two sides are now discussing cooperation as a reciprocal persona, and even if Fuji comes, there will not be much change.

He pondered for a moment, "Mr. Wayne, what do you want?"

He was straightforward and straightforward, and he was as stubborn as the rumors.

Vincent met his eyes straight into the eyes, "The share of terminal equipment has increased, and all GG returns."

Bagmann squinted his eyes instantly.

The share of the share means that the original vested interests must give up some of the interests.

The Ministry of Magic will definitely not let it go, so I can only start from the men.

As for GG's income, it is a good cash, and you can even make a lot of money if you operate properly.

For example, some pure-blooded masters who are not short of money now lack the most is product popularity.

With two blows, Wayne Company will become the biggest beneficiary.

Old Batty and Bagman looked at each other, then nodded at the same time.

"Mr. Wayne, you really don't want to suffer a loss."

Vincent smiled at the two of them, "If you have a better plan, you might as well say it out. I just can't stand some people getting something for nothing, which makes me feel more uncomfortable than suffering."

Anyway, it is the men who bleed, and the Ministry of Magic will definitely not refuse.

This is true of reality.

Batty and Bagmann "reluctantly" accepted Vincent's plan.

The domestic live broadcast and global broadcast of the Trio Championship are just like the Quidditch World Cup. Wayne's company is only responsible for providing equipment, and staff including photographers are responsible for the British Ministry of Magic.

After the magic contract came into effect, Old Bati and Bagman did not stay for too long.

Dumbledore and Vincent watched them leave the castle.

"Professor, it's time for me to go back."

"Go and have a break early."

Dumbledore smiled and watched Vincent walk into the castle.

If there is no accident, Hogwarts will be the focus of the attention of wizards from various countries and become the top magic school in Europe and even the world.

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After a sunny Tuesday, it was a stormy Wednesday.

After Harry and Ron had breakfast, they immediately jogged to the Potions Class office in the dungeon.

However, even though they were the first students to arrive, Snape still had a gloomy face when he entered the door.

I guess there is no excuse to deduct points, and his face is getting worse and worse.

"It seems that some people are finally starting to learn their lessons." He kept staring at Harry as he said this.

"Open page 9 of the textbook and follow the above process to make a qualified antidote."

The word "qualified" was deliberately aggravated by him, as if it was implying something.

The range of antidotes is a wide range. The fourth-grade potion textbook is "common poison antidotes", a potion and antidote that can fight against common poisons such as biological bites and stings.

Its cooking process is not complicated and the required materials are also very common.

But this is Snape's potion lesson, which he sets the "qualified" standards.

"Potter, your potion cannot be cured even with mosquito bites, it's not qualified."

Snape leaned over to look at the cauldron in front of Ron, sniffing it gently.

"Weasley, your cauldron is not cleaned, and I smell a moldy smell."

Ron stopped his trembling hands and added a small pinch of unicorn horn powder to the cauldron as he watched.

"No." Snape came straight to Neville, who was shrinking his neck.

"Longbaton, your technique really opened my eyes."

Neville's hand stirring the potion could not help but tremble.

As soon as the burnt smell came out, Snape took a few steps back.

Vincent, who was filling the potion, had already anticipated what would happen next.

He quickly filled the antidote potion, and then moved his fingers gently.

A breeze blew into the classroom, blowing towards the crucible in front of Neville that was about to burn through.

The fire was extinguished in time, and Snape stared at Vincent fiercely.

If you dare to make trouble under your nose, this little bastard is becoming more and more lawless.

Snape floated over like the wind, looking down at the potion at Vincent's hand.

A bottle of green antidote without flaws can't find any fault at all.

"Wayne, did the wind just now?"

"Is there any? I don't know."

Snape's face was extremely difficult to see.

There is no magical breath, and there is no trace left.

This little bastard who pretended to be stupid was fine and could not find any evidence that he had tampered with.

"Huh--" Snape sneered and turned toward Simo.

If you do it a few more times, you will definitely find a flaw.

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