Chapter 53 Chief Designer of Sweeping Broom Company
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After one class, Gryffindor added 15 points, and Ravenclaw also scored 9 points.
With the help of Vincent, Ron finally managed to squeeze his blue fat man into the qualifying line.
"You just lack confidence."
"Thank you, Vincent."
Ron, who seems humble, is actually full of confidence in his heart.
The reason for his poor performance is all because of this wand with a bit of unicorn hair.
After class, he suddenly began to point out Jiangshan and give Simo a demonstration carelessly.
"Watch how I do it!"
"Oh."
The difficulty of turning a desk into a pig is undoubtedly beyond his ability.
It was a disaster.
Seamus bent down and poked the round lump of wood with his hand, "Wow, you failed~"
Ron blushed immediately, "It can be called a failure after being transformed into this..."
Then something popped out of his mouth that the success is 90.00% nine, and if you change the wand, you will definitely not fail.
It also made the little lions laugh.
"Vincent, what do you think—when did he disappear?"
Hermione picked up the textbook contemptuously, "He left with Professor McGonagall after class."
"Okay." Ron walked out of the classroom quickly amidst laughter.
His self-confidence, which had been raised with great difficulty, was all shattered by the blow.
"Wait, Ron!" Harry hurriedly chased after him.
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Office of the Head of Gryffindor.
The chief designer of the sweeping broom company is here.
"Joseon Smith, just call me Johnson."
After introducing himself, the dark-skinned Qiao Sen picked up the broom with no branches at the end and looked at it carefully.
Seeing this professionalism, Vincent quietly gave Mag a thumbs up.
"There are no obvious cracks in the flying device - the suspension device has even been strengthened..."
Qiao Sen's face became more and more surprised.
Rather than repairing it, it might as well be fully strengthened by the mana of the riot.
He came to Vincent excitedly, "What did you think at that time?"
"I just thought something big would happen, maybe I would be blown out of school."
"It turns out that this is a new research and development idea for us."
Both Vincent and McGonagall were interested.
"The parts that have been strengthened with mana in it are completely comparable to those made by elves!"
Qiao Sen stroked the few cracks on the surface of the broom that had not been repaired, "Like a custom-made model, it may only be suitable for Mr. Wayne."
"Sorry, you mean my mana..."
He nodded intoxicated, "Yes, it can be called an exclusive alchemy item.
The brooms we produce are all mass products with consistent parameters. I dare say that there is no broom more suitable for you in the entire wizarding world than this one. "
The new idea obtained from Vincent is a private custom model with extremely matching parameters.
Even if the performance is outstanding, it is not as good as the one that suits you best.
"Mr. Wayne, may I watch your flight?"
After getting McGonagall's permission, Vincent took the broom from him.
"Just fly?"
"Please use it to its limit."
Vincent, who was riding on a broom outside the castle, made a gesture, and then kicked his feet on the grass and jumped into the sky.
"Ten seconds, fifteen hundred feet..."
Qiao Sen, who was pinching the mechanical stopwatch, recorded the data in his notebook.
The figure in the sky turned sharply and flew towards the black lake at the lower left.
"Extremely fast turning time of 0.57 seconds..."
After circling the Black Lake, Vincent rode a broom back in front of the two of them.
"It takes 1.72 seconds to be completely still..."
Qiao Sen, who recorded the basic parameters, was silent for a while.
"professor?"
"Shh-"
After the two waited patiently for 2 minutes, he suddenly took the broom in his hand and looked at it again.
"The cracks on the outside expanded, but the components inside were not damaged..."
Johnson handed it back, "Mr. Wayne, I heard you can spell words by riding it?"
"Yeah, it just shakes when braking."
"Is that so..."
After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised his head, "Mr. Wayne, you have provided me with a new idea!"
"Eh—" Vincent was embraced by him with embarrassment on his face, "Mr. Smith, I'm just flying by feeling."
Johnson let go of his hand and looked at Mag, "Minerva, can I hire Mr. Wayne as our company's test pilot?"
"I personally have no opinion." Mag's face became a little weird.
The chief designer of the sweeping broom company also took a fancy to Vincent's flying talent.
"Mr. Smith, I still need to go to school."
"Please rest assured." Qiao Sen understands his concern, "The brooms we provide are all improved according to you, and the test flight will only happen once or twice a month."
Vincent immediately agreed.
Who wouldn't want to own a high-end custom-made broomstick?
What's more, this test pilot can use the latest version every time.
"As for the reward, I think you will be satisfied."
Vincent smiled and shook his hand.
"Mr. Wayne, do you have any suggestions for its restoration?"
"Here!" Mag opened a roll of weather-beaten parchment with his excited little hands.
The red and gold color, the handle and the exquisite lion head design inside made Vincent's eyes twitch slightly.
He, the dean who can turn into a cat, may not have drawn up the design drawing early on.
In the trophy showroom, there is a 1971 Quidditch trophy with her name printed on it.
This plan, to say the least, has a history of 20 years.
"Mr. Smith, just follow this plan."
Qiao Sen carefully put away the blueprint, "Minerva, can I watch Mr. Wayne's game?"
Meg, in a good mood, agreed.
It won't be long before the broomstick she designed the look of in her youth will be born.
"This—I haven't passed the test yet."
She reached out and patted Vincent's shoulder, "Trust my eyes, you will pass smoothly."
Vincent believed that there was no shady inside, but he still doubted his flying talent.
He hasn't tried any other broom yet, and he might fail the test then.
Regarding this concern, Qiao Sen also gave assurances.
The Sweeping Broom Company will be firing on all cylinders from this afternoon, aiming to have it fully refurbished by Saturday.
"I hope you can treat it well." Vincent reluctantly handed over the broom.
"Don't worry, this is the only broom in the wizarding world."
After repeated assurances, Qiao Sen took it lightly.
It wasn't until he walked out of the gate of the castle that the two of them looked away.
"Vincent, what are you going to name it?"
"Rogue rabbit."
No matter how kind and honest McGonagall felt, it sounded weird.
"Professor, don't you think this name is very similar to my character?" Vincent blinked.
"You do have a lot of ghost ideas."
Mag smiled wryly and spread his hands, "It's so much that I'm starting to think about whether to activate the patrol mode for those armors on the fourth floor."
"Professor, you know?"
"No, I don't know anything."
……
……
With the help of Vincent, Ron finally managed to squeeze his blue fat man into the qualifying line.
"You just lack confidence."
"Thank you, Vincent."
Ron, who seems humble, is actually full of confidence in his heart.
The reason for his poor performance is all because of this wand with a bit of unicorn hair.
After class, he suddenly began to point out Jiangshan and give Simo a demonstration carelessly.
"Watch how I do it!"
"Oh."
The difficulty of turning a desk into a pig is undoubtedly beyond his ability.
It was a disaster.
Seamus bent down and poked the round lump of wood with his hand, "Wow, you failed~"
Ron blushed immediately, "It can be called a failure after being transformed into this..."
Then something popped out of his mouth that the success is 90.00% nine, and if you change the wand, you will definitely not fail.
It also made the little lions laugh.
"Vincent, what do you think—when did he disappear?"
Hermione picked up the textbook contemptuously, "He left with Professor McGonagall after class."
"Okay." Ron walked out of the classroom quickly amidst laughter.
His self-confidence, which had been raised with great difficulty, was all shattered by the blow.
"Wait, Ron!" Harry hurriedly chased after him.
……
……
Office of the Head of Gryffindor.
The chief designer of the sweeping broom company is here.
"Joseon Smith, just call me Johnson."
After introducing himself, the dark-skinned Qiao Sen picked up the broom with no branches at the end and looked at it carefully.
Seeing this professionalism, Vincent quietly gave Mag a thumbs up.
"There are no obvious cracks in the flying device - the suspension device has even been strengthened..."
Qiao Sen's face became more and more surprised.
Rather than repairing it, it might as well be fully strengthened by the mana of the riot.
He came to Vincent excitedly, "What did you think at that time?"
"I just thought something big would happen, maybe I would be blown out of school."
"It turns out that this is a new research and development idea for us."
Both Vincent and McGonagall were interested.
"The parts that have been strengthened with mana in it are completely comparable to those made by elves!"
Qiao Sen stroked the few cracks on the surface of the broom that had not been repaired, "Like a custom-made model, it may only be suitable for Mr. Wayne."
"Sorry, you mean my mana..."
He nodded intoxicated, "Yes, it can be called an exclusive alchemy item.
The brooms we produce are all mass products with consistent parameters. I dare say that there is no broom more suitable for you in the entire wizarding world than this one. "
The new idea obtained from Vincent is a private custom model with extremely matching parameters.
Even if the performance is outstanding, it is not as good as the one that suits you best.
"Mr. Wayne, may I watch your flight?"
After getting McGonagall's permission, Vincent took the broom from him.
"Just fly?"
"Please use it to its limit."
Vincent, who was riding on a broom outside the castle, made a gesture, and then kicked his feet on the grass and jumped into the sky.
"Ten seconds, fifteen hundred feet..."
Qiao Sen, who was pinching the mechanical stopwatch, recorded the data in his notebook.
The figure in the sky turned sharply and flew towards the black lake at the lower left.
"Extremely fast turning time of 0.57 seconds..."
After circling the Black Lake, Vincent rode a broom back in front of the two of them.
"It takes 1.72 seconds to be completely still..."
Qiao Sen, who recorded the basic parameters, was silent for a while.
"professor?"
"Shh-"
After the two waited patiently for 2 minutes, he suddenly took the broom in his hand and looked at it again.
"The cracks on the outside expanded, but the components inside were not damaged..."
Johnson handed it back, "Mr. Wayne, I heard you can spell words by riding it?"
"Yeah, it just shakes when braking."
"Is that so..."
After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised his head, "Mr. Wayne, you have provided me with a new idea!"
"Eh—" Vincent was embraced by him with embarrassment on his face, "Mr. Smith, I'm just flying by feeling."
Johnson let go of his hand and looked at Mag, "Minerva, can I hire Mr. Wayne as our company's test pilot?"
"I personally have no opinion." Mag's face became a little weird.
The chief designer of the sweeping broom company also took a fancy to Vincent's flying talent.
"Mr. Smith, I still need to go to school."
"Please rest assured." Qiao Sen understands his concern, "The brooms we provide are all improved according to you, and the test flight will only happen once or twice a month."
Vincent immediately agreed.
Who wouldn't want to own a high-end custom-made broomstick?
What's more, this test pilot can use the latest version every time.
"As for the reward, I think you will be satisfied."
Vincent smiled and shook his hand.
"Mr. Wayne, do you have any suggestions for its restoration?"
"Here!" Mag opened a roll of weather-beaten parchment with his excited little hands.
The red and gold color, the handle and the exquisite lion head design inside made Vincent's eyes twitch slightly.
He, the dean who can turn into a cat, may not have drawn up the design drawing early on.
In the trophy showroom, there is a 1971 Quidditch trophy with her name printed on it.
This plan, to say the least, has a history of 20 years.
"Mr. Smith, just follow this plan."
Qiao Sen carefully put away the blueprint, "Minerva, can I watch Mr. Wayne's game?"
Meg, in a good mood, agreed.
It won't be long before the broomstick she designed the look of in her youth will be born.
"This—I haven't passed the test yet."
She reached out and patted Vincent's shoulder, "Trust my eyes, you will pass smoothly."
Vincent believed that there was no shady inside, but he still doubted his flying talent.
He hasn't tried any other broom yet, and he might fail the test then.
Regarding this concern, Qiao Sen also gave assurances.
The Sweeping Broom Company will be firing on all cylinders from this afternoon, aiming to have it fully refurbished by Saturday.
"I hope you can treat it well." Vincent reluctantly handed over the broom.
"Don't worry, this is the only broom in the wizarding world."
After repeated assurances, Qiao Sen took it lightly.
It wasn't until he walked out of the gate of the castle that the two of them looked away.
"Vincent, what are you going to name it?"
"Rogue rabbit."
No matter how kind and honest McGonagall felt, it sounded weird.
"Professor, don't you think this name is very similar to my character?" Vincent blinked.
"You do have a lot of ghost ideas."
Mag smiled wryly and spread his hands, "It's so much that I'm starting to think about whether to activate the patrol mode for those armors on the fourth floor."
"Professor, you know?"
"No, I don't know anything."
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