This Hogwarts is not normal

Two days passed in a flash.

15 magic base station production lines have been set up in the alchemy factory.

The progress is faster than expected, and Pandora has also replicated three batches of the most advanced individual combat weapons.

As for the long-awaited big guy, Eric has already made connections and can visit the real thing at Brize Norton Royal Air Force Base from 2pm to 5pm.

It takes 4 hours in total, and how much can be replicated depends on Vincent's ability.

But before leaving, he had something more important to do.

Ministry of Magic, Basement 1.

Minister's Office.

Fudge put down the documents in his hand and looked at Vincent sitting opposite him with a frown.

Broadcasting the Quidditch World Cup is undoubtedly a great thing that benefits the people, but the young man in front of him has too big an appetite and wants to broadcast it globally right from the start.

"Mr. Vincent-Wayne, are you sure all the equipment is provided by you free of charge?"

Vincent smiled and nodded. "Mr. Minister, I believe you also know why my alchemy shop has not expanded overseas so far. The broadcast I planned this time is not just for charity."

Fudge relaxed his frown a little.

He picked up the document again and looked at it carefully.

Did Wayne Enterprises really spend millions of gold galleons just to increase its international visibility and reduce resistance to the alchemy shop's overseas expansion?

And the cooperation inside...

The interface of the shared magic base station can even be transferred to the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge was keenly aware of the problem.

The International Alchemy Association is not yet powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand. Is it necessary to be so cautious?

Unless the young people in front of them have new products that make them feel afraid, or even enough to threaten them.

"Mr. Wayne, I don't believe you would be willing to suffer a loss. Why don't we stop beating around the bush and just say what you want to say."

Vincent was secretly delighted.

This old fox really fell into the trap.

He opened the mithril briefcase he was carrying and took out a 10-inch long black cube.

"Mr. Minister, this is the equipment we use for broadcasting."

Press the red switch and it slowly projects a huge magic barrier.

Vincent used his fingers to adjust the size of the magic projection. "The magic base station is the terminal for transmitting signals, and this is the terminal for receiving signals and processing them into images."

Countless thoughts instantly appeared in Fudge's mind.

If the Ministry of Magic really gains control of the magic base stations, the TV stations that were once strictly shut down due to being out of control can be put into operation again.

Even the computer gadgets that have greatly improved office efficiency that have appeared in Muggles in recent years, such as computers, can also appear in the wizarding world.

A definite political achievement!

It is not only beneficial to people's livelihood, but also to internal affairs.

And for such a great thing, the Ministry of Magic only needs to stand up for alchemical products?

What a bargain! What a bargain!

Fudge suddenly showed an embarrassed expression, "Mr. Wayne, our Ministry of Magic has never taken the initiative to intervene in the market. If the Alchemy Association really wants to be held accountable, I'm afraid we can only..."

He sighed and shook his head, and didn't continue.

Vincent cursed inwardly, "Old fool."

Having taken such a huge advantage of the magic base station, he was actually greedy enough to want a piece of the pie and gain the benefits that did not belong to him.

Okay, you have a big appetite, right? I can’t support you.

"Mr. Minister, I have never intended to monopolize the market. The magic base station is my sincerity."

Vincent pretended to be in pain and said, "How about this, Wayne Enterprises can give up most of the market profits.

We will not share specific core technologies, but we will sell related alchemical components such as those for receiving magic signals.

However, in return, the Ministry of Magic must hand over the exclusive rights in the field of mobile communications to our Wayne Enterprises."

Fudge agreed with difficulty on the surface, but he was already laughing like a pig in his heart.

Muggles have only been developing mobile communications for a few years, so how can they compare with other fields that have long been mature?

Young people are young people after all, they won’t give up such a big piece of cake just by cheating.

Vincent quietly looked at the hypocrisy on Fudge's face, sneering in his heart.

How could he not know what this old man was planning?

Led by the Ministry of Magic, a series of innovative alchemical equipment that benefits the people is built around the magic base station, right?

It would be better to include those pure-blood gentlemen and those old-fashioned people from the Alchemy Association, so that he doesn't have to deal with them one by one.

"It's been a pleasure working with you, Vincent."

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Minister."

Bah, the old man is so shameless that he changes his name immediately when there is a benefit.

If Vincent didn't have the memory of the next 30 years and knew the potential of smartphones, would he have easily given up the profits of this destined to become a sunset industry?

Fudge didn't know him well enough. If it were Dumbledore, he would at least be more cautious.

After successfully negotiating cooperation with the British Ministry of Magic, Vincent returned home and immediately began to recuperate.

He still had a busy afternoon ahead of him and he had to be in top shape.

Today's lunch was a little different. Evelyn actually chose Chinese food, which was rare.

Although the taste is not very good, it is much better than the British food I have been eating for more than ten years.

Vincent used chopsticks to pick up the chili fried pork in front of him, "Mom, what's wrong with you today?"

Evelin smiled mysteriously, “Nothing, I’ve been interested in Chinese food recently, so I signed up for a cooking class in Chinatown.”

London Chinatown, located in Soho, Westminster, London, is one of the largest Chinatowns in the UK.

Vincent always felt that there was something strange in her eyes.

"Mom, did you go there alone?"

Evelin unskillfully used chopsticks to pick up a small piece of eggplant and put it in his bowl. “The security there is very good now. I have seen more tourists than Chinese in the past few days.”

She seemed to be changing the subject, probably trying to hide something.

Vincent tasted the steamed eggplant.

The garlic flavor is a bit bland, but at least it's flavorful.

When he thought of his usual vegetable salad, he had an inexplicable urge to cry.

"Mom, you must cook more Chinese food in the future, thank you."

Evelin scooped a spoonful of Kung Pao Chicken for him, “Well, my cooking class teacher is amazing. His speed of cutting vegetables stunned our entire class.”

"Really? Then he is really amazing." Vincent tasted the diced chicken.

The seasoning is not sweet at all, it is obviously Chinese style.

Her cooking teacher should be reliable, at least he didn't teach those Western-style Chinese dishes to fool people.

As Vincent ate, he didn't care what she was trying to hide.

Eric shook his head, taking it all in.

Your mother is always your mother.

Lunch is over, and it’s time for the father and son to go out.

After cleaning up the table, Evelin picked up the phone and dialed a very familiar number.

If Vincent were still around, he would have recognized it as the Granger family number at a glance.

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