Chapter 932 Stormy Week 3

The wizarding world is particularly quiet right now. Wizards go home immediately after work every day and dare not stay outside for too long.

Negative emotions are most likely to breed in a depressing atmosphere. Once the emotions that cannot be vented explode, they will lead to behaviors that hurt oneself or even others.

Fudge's political sense is still very keen, but his methods have always been the same three tricks.

Although old tricks are never afraid of being old as long as they work, if something unexpected happens during the live broadcast of the top three competition, those negative emotions that could have been suppressed will definitely burst out in an instant.

Vincent thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Bagman, I personally fully support this cooperation, but..."

Bagman seemed a little anxious. "But what? This is a golden opportunity. Wayne Enterprises can use this opportunity to promote the many new products that are about to be launched."

Vincent looked embarrassed. "Although the opportunity is good, we at Wayne Enterprises only sell the final execution units for information processing and program operation. The only complete terminal device we have is the Magic Communicator."

Bagman was slightly stunned, and even the expressionless old Barty seemed confused.

Vincent took a sip of red tea and said, "To put it simply, the cost of live streaming is too high. Even if the publicity effect exceeds expectations, Wayne Enterprises is not the biggest beneficiary."

It's not that we can't help others, but we can't let those pure-blooded gentlemen get away with it for no reason.

After Bagman sorted out his thoughts, he hesitated several times to speak, probably because he didn't expect Vincent to be so difficult to fool.

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

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

"I also want to do my bit for the wizarding world, but I am responsible for a multinational enterprise, and I need to consider my employees and partners first."

There is no point in talking official language. We have already given up most of the profits from the last World Cup cooperation, and we have to get some interest back this time no matter what.

Barty Sr. and Bagman both looked at Dumbledore, who seemed to be in a trance.

Since he clearly didn't want to get involved in the matter, the two gave up the idea of asking him for help.

Looking at Vincent's tough attitude, old Batty's frown deepened.

The two sides are now discussing cooperation on an equal footing, and there won't be much change even if Fudge comes.

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

He is straightforward and methodical in his work, and indeed he is as stubborn as the rumors say.

Vincent met his eyes and said, "The share of the terminal equipment will increase, as well as all advertising revenue."

Bagman's eyes narrowed for a moment.

The increase in share means that the original vested interests will have to give up part of their profits.

The Ministry of Magic will definitely not allow it, so we can only start with the masters.

As for advertising revenue, it is solid cash, and if handled properly you can even make a fortune.

For example, some pure-blood masters who are not short of money, what they lack most now is product awareness.

After these two cuts, Wayne Enterprises became the biggest beneficiary.

Old Barty and Bagman looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

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

Vincent smiled at the two of them and said, "If you have a better plan, please share it. I just can't stand seeing some people getting something for nothing. It makes me feel worse than being at a disadvantage."

Anyway, it's the masters who are doing the bleeding, the Ministry of Magic will definitely not refuse.

The reality is exactly the same.

Old Batty and Bagman "reluctantly" accepted Vincent's plan.

The domestic and global broadcast of the Triwizard Tournament is the same as the Quidditch World Cup. Wayne Enterprises is only responsible for providing equipment, while the staff, including photographers, are the responsibility of the British Ministry of Magic.

After the magic contract took effect, Old Barty and Bagman didn't stay long.

Dumbledore and Vincent watched the two men leave the castle.

"Professor, I should go back."

"Go and get some rest early."

Dumbledore watched Vincent enter the castle with a smile on his face.

If nothing unexpected happens, Hogwarts will become the center of attention of wizards from all over the world and become the top magic school in Europe and even the world.

……

After a sunny Tuesday came a stormy Wednesday.

After Harry and Ron finished their breakfast, they immediately trotted to the Potions office in the dungeon.

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

Probably because he had no excuse to lose points, his expression became increasingly worse.

"It looks like some people are finally learning their lesson." He kept his eyes on Harry as he said this.

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

He deliberately emphasized the word "qualified", as if hinting at something.

Antidote potions range from a wide range of ingredients, and the one in the fourth-year Potions textbook is the "Common Poison Antidote", which is a potion and antidote that works against common poisons such as bites and stings from creatures.

The brewing process is not complicated and the required materials are also very common.

But this was Snape's Potions class, and he set the "pass" standards for the Potions class.

"Potter, your potion can't even cure mosquito bites. It's substandard."

Snape leaned over the cauldron in front of Ron and sniffed it gently.

"Weasley, your cauldron isn't cleaned properly. I smell something moldy."

Ron calmed his shaking hands and added a pinch of unicorn horn powder to the crucible as he watched.

"Unqualified." Snape walked straight to Neville, who was shrinking his neck.

"Longbottom, your technique really opens my eyes."

Neville's hands began to tremble uncontrollably as he stirred the potion.

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

Vincent, who was packaging the medicine, already anticipated what would happen next.

He quickly packaged the antidote and then moved his fingers gently.