Chapter 982: Boss Wayne is making a lot of money

That afternoon, The Daily Prophet reported in detail the Wayne Enterprises bidding conference.

The front-page news changed from predicting the outcome of the Triwizard Tournament to a photo of Vincent chatting happily with Devlin Whitehorn of the Nimbus Broom Company, while the second-page news was changed, intentionally or unintentionally, to a photo of the pure-blood gentlemen leaving the venue.

Although the photo was taken from a distance, everyone could see that they were not in a good mood.

Hogwarts Castle,

On the eighth floor, there is a room where everyone can ask for help.

"Tsk tsk..." Fred, who was lying on the sofa, shook his head and looked at the newspaper in his hand, "These pure-blood gentlemen are really rich. They are willing to spend 80 gold galleons for an advertisement."

George, who was slumped on the other side of the sofa, suddenly sat up and asked, "So, our big boss Wayne made a lot of money?"

The friends all turned to look at Hermione who had just put down the Muggle car magazine.

"you--"

"Boss lady~" The twins jumped off the sofa and trotted over to her with a flattering look on their faces.

Fred heated up the cold tea, then respectfully handed it to her with both hands, "Hey, boss lady, please have some tea~"

George flexed his wrist and gently patted her shoulder. "Thank you for your hard work. If you have any instructions, just tell us. We are always here for you~"

Cedric shuddered, turned his face away and whispered to Qiu, occasionally glancing at the twins with disdain.

Hermione took the tea from Fred as if nothing had happened, then shook her left shoulder, "Put a little more force here."

"Okay~"

Daphne, however, continued to tutor her sister Astoria as if she was used to it.

The twins have never had any moral integrity. The reason they have become so shameless is that the research and development funds for the new prank product are running out.

The British wizarding world is now under threat from Death Eaters, and wizards generally do not wander around except when they are working.

Even when going out, people are extremely cautious. The output of some dangerous occupations, such as hunting and gathering, has been greatly reduced.

The market is sluggish, prices are rising, and some rare materials have skyrocketed several times.

Although the scale of the wizarding world is far smaller than that of Muggle society, the most basic financial rules still have to be followed.

"Madam boss, look at how hard we've worked, can we..."

Hermione put down her teacup, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "How much do you want to borrow?"

Fred rubbed his hands together in embarrassment. "The prices of the materials we want have increased several times. They will cost about 500 gold galleons."

Without saying a word, Hermione took out the makeup box cast with the traceless extension charm from the pocket of her school robe, and took out a small and exquisite white purse from it.

She thought about it and took out a dozen gold galleons from her bag.

Just when the twins were disappointed that she was only willing to lend a dozen Galleons, she stuffed the entire purse into Fred's pocket.

"This money is my investment in your research. Remember not to tell Vincent."

Fred hugged the heavy bag of money tightly, "Boss lady, you are so nice~"

George pounded his shoulders even harder. "If you have any problems in the future, we two brothers will definitely get it done for you even if we have to climb up Werewolf Mountain and go down to the bottom of Black Lake!"

Hermione twitched her lips, "Okay, I still have to read the magazine, remember to be careful when you go out to buy materials."

"Got it!" The twins returned to their usual playful state.

After they left the Room of Requirement, she continued reading the car magazine.

Daphne stood up now and sat next to her.

"Mrs. Wayne, you didn't seem to be so easy to talk to before."

Hermione tilted her head and nodded at her. "No, Seamus and Dean often ask me to borrow their homework."

Daphne narrowed her eyes. "There must be at least a thousand Galleons in that purse, right? Do you really dare to lend it to them?"

"I believe them." Hermione glanced at the newspaper on the table. "Besides, the money I've saved over the years isn't enough to run an ad. I might as well invest in their new mischievous product."

Daphne thought about it carefully and found that what she said did make sense. "What if their research and development fails, and all your investment is wasted?"

Hermione blinked mischievously, "I have a good friend, she is a rich girl."

"Hmm?" Daphne grinned, "Yeah, you have a husband who makes a lot of money~"

Hermione's face instantly turned red, "Stinky Nini, what nonsense are you talking about."

"I'm telling the truth~"

She turned away angrily and lowered her head to continue reading the magazine. "I don't have time to deal with you now. Go find someone else."

Daphne put away the smirk on her face, "Okay, I know you're thin-skinned, so I won't make fun of you anymore."

"Hehe." Hermione didn't raise her head, concentrating on reading the magazine in her hand.

Daphne shook her head in a condescending manner and went back to tutoring her sister.

The afternoon passed quickly, and halfway through dinner, Vincent returned to the castle in a good mood.

As soon as he entered the auditorium, the twins each fired a magic salute.

"Celebrate President Wayne's triumphant return!"

Some of the little snakes at the Slytherin table suddenly lost their appetite.

Especially Draco, his expression was as ugly as Lucius's during the day.

"Humph! A bunch of fools!"

Surrounded by the little lions, Vincent turned around and looked over as if he had sensed something.

Draco glared at him fiercely, as if he was ready to bite him at any moment.

Vincent's already bright smile blossomed.

After more than two years, the pure-blood gentlemen were finally screwed again.

Although not as serious as last time, this is just the beginning.

"There's a party in the club room tonight. I'm going to ask Professor Dumbledore for approval!"

The twins cheered immediately, "Long live President Wayne!"

Fleur, who was sitting next to Hermione, stared blankly at his back as he walked out of the hall. "Party? Can your students organize parties casually?"

"Yeah." Hermione picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth gently. "Professor Dumbledore is very kind to us. He usually agrees to anything that is not too unreasonable."

Furong's pretty face was full of envy. "That's great. Christmas is the only time in our school that can be considered a party. The rest of the time we have to maintain good manners."

Compared to the strict management system of Beauxbatons, Hogwarts is indeed a little too relaxed.

Furong looked puzzledly at the students who finished their dinner at an extremely fast speed and then ran out of the auditorium in a hurry.

"Why are they so anxious?"

Hermione shrugged at her, "There are a lot of things to prepare for a party, such as decorating the event room, preparing drinks, cooking food, etc."

Furong looked surprised, "You mean, you often hold parties?"

"Yeah, about once a month or so."

There is no harm without comparison. If the magic of time could go back to seven years ago, Furong might cry and ask her parents to move to the UK.

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