After studying all night, Furong still couldn't figure out the reason.

Looking at the girl sleeping beside him, Wayne shook his head helplessly.

Is it too early to deliver it to your door now?

He can't eat it, and he doesn't dare to eat it.

Carefully bypassing the girl, Wayne came to the desk and opened the two letters on the table.

One was sent by Valor, and the other was from Nagini, both of which were about the operation of the store.

The Firebolt successfully passed the test and became the designated broom for next year's World Cup, and followed with orders from various countries.

Currently, the orders for the three national teams of Ireland, England, and Wales have been delivered.

After all, these three countries are also the main teams of British wizards, and they will receive some preferential treatment in a veiled way.

The accumulated inventory was cleared out in an instant, and a large amount of funds were also recovered.

As for other countries, they will have to wait in line. Most of the current production capacity will be supplied to the teams that will enter the finals next year, and the rest will be for professional clubs.

According to Valor's estimate, with their current manpower, it will take at least nearly a year to deliver all the orders in hand, so he asked Wayne whether to expand production capacity.

After thinking about it, Wayne decided to maintain the status quo.

He felt that the goblins under his command still had great potential to be tapped, and he just needed to volunteer to work two more hours overtime every day. .

As long as there are no competing products on the market, their brooms will not have to worry about selling.

If you don't want to wait, there is no other way, you can only watch.

However, Wayne also told Valor not to just focus on selling to these professional teams. There are also many fanatical broom enthusiasts among ordinary wizards, so you must keep the heat and continue to be exposed.

On the other hand, the situation of Celia's store is also very good. Although it is not as popular as the first two days of opening, the transaction volume has been maintained.

The best-selling product is a powerful decontamination spray invented by Gardevoir, which can not only remove oil stains, but also keep the house clean for a certain period of time, becoming a favorite of housewives.

As for those expensive protective gear, they have not yet opened.

"What are you busy with?" A lazy and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and Fleur wrapped her arms around Wayne's shoulders from behind, and her head was also cushioned on it.

"I opened two stores and see if I can make money." Wayne put down the feather pen and played with the girl's silver hair lovingly.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I can't sleep if you get up." Fleur said coquettishly: "You have a good smell on you, and I wake up as soon as you leave."

Wayne raised his eyebrows slightly. Hermione and Astoria also said this, but he didn't smell it himself.

Fleur just watched him deal with the letters quietly.

When she found out that Firebolt Company was actually Wayne's, she was also very surprised.

This revolutionary broom was not only popular in the UK, but also spread to other regions. She had seen advertisements for Firebolt in newspapers before.

“I alsoI've prepared one for you." Tying the letter to the owl's leg, Wayne said with a smile, "It's just right to take it with you when you go back this time."

"I won't need it. "Fleur shook her head. She had a poor flying talent. Apart from the flying lessons, she had hardly touched a broom. It would be a waste to have it.

But Wayne insisted on giving it to him.

Even if he didn't need it, he had to have it. She would definitely ensure fairness in these aspects.

Fleur couldn't resist and had to agree.

After a simple breakfast, Gabrielle pestered Wayne to play with her.

Wayne, who was not good at rejecting loli, immediately agreed.

He released several unicorns, Niffler, and Iron Eater, as well as Thunderbird Mia.

Hestia came to Wayne and rubbed his cheek affectionately, and then Lulu and Diana also surrounded him.

In two years, Diana became only a head shorter than Hestia, with light pink fur all over her body, looking extremely cute.

"Wow, it's a unicorn! "Gabrielle cheered and hugged Diana's thigh.

"Woo~Woo~"

Perhaps because Gabrielle was equally cute, or perhaps because of the influence of Veela blood, Diana was particularly close to Gabrielle.

Feeling his thigh being pushed, Wayne lowered his head.

Tuantuan was looking at him eagerly, howling, and it sounded sad.

Wayne understood and shook his head with a smile.

"Okay, I won't torment you anymore, but if you become as fat as before, you still have to lose weight, understand? "

Tuantuan was overjoyed and immediately started to roll around and act cute.

But Jerry refused to do it. He was still hoping to help Tuantuan lose weight and get his own treasury back.

Wayne had no choice but to fill the little guy's belly with the fragments of the fire crab. Now Jerry was getting more and more full. All the fragments added together were not enough, so he stuffed more than a hundred galleons in to fill it up.

"Iron-eating beast?" Nico and Perenelle also came and were surprised to see the cute Tuantuan.

"When did the iron-eating beast appear in Britain?"

"It's like this..." Wayne explained the origin of Tuantuan, and Nico suddenly realized it.

"Well, it's better to be in your hands than to fall into the hands of those poachers."

He recalled: "Newt saved two unicorns, which were as precious as the iron-eating beast. Later, one was killed by Grindelwald, and the last one returned to the wild forest. ”

“I don’t admit that it’s a Qilin.” Wayne curled his lips, thinking he had never seen it before. It was at best a sika deer.

Although it was very cute.

Two days later, Nico and Perenelle left.

Before leaving, Perenelle told Wayne to remember to look for her, as the old couple were bored every day.

In the following time, Wayne took Gabrielle and Furong to visit the British Isles. With the Phoenix King, they had to move several times wherever they went.Things are much more convenient.

I can sleep at home every night instead of staying in a hotel.

Gabrielle is going crazy. Her favorite is all kinds of amusement parks and video game consoles.

She goes to amusement parks when she goes out and plays video games when she comes back. No matter what Furong says, it's useless because there is Wayne to protect her.

"Your uncle spoils his father." Looking at Gabrielle hiding in Wayne's arms and playing games, Furong said angrily.

"It's a holiday, of course I have to have fun." Wayne said indifferently: "Wait until you go back, you can take care of her."

Furong looked at Gabrielle who made a face at her and continued to play games and said helplessly: "If you spoil her like this, she will become a wild monkey when she goes back."

"How could it be." Wayne said meaningfully: "No one will help her when she returns to France. Gabrielle is so smart, she should be obedient, right?"

Gabrielle, who was having fun, suddenly stiffened.

Yes, now she dares to provoke her sister every day, all because of the support of brother Wayne.

What if her sister takes revenge on her after she returns!

The originally straight waist immediately softened, and she quickly finished the game. Gabrielle crawled to Fleur and said flatteringly: "Sister, don't be angry, let's not play today, okay."

"You." Fleur was angry and amused, and picked up this clever little ghost.

Wayne smiled slightly, watching the two beauties, one big and one small, playing, and felt much better. He picked up the Daily Prophet delivered this morning, and his eyes fixed immediately.

《Ministry of Magic Staff Wins Huge Prize》

[Arthur Weasley, director of the Ministry of Magic's Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Objects, won the annual Daily Prophet Gold Galleon Award.

Mr. Weasley happily said that the money would be used to travel to Egypt to visit his eldest son Bill Weasley, who is currently working as a curse breaker at Gringotts. ]

Accompanying the report, there is also a photo.

The nine members of the Weasley family stood in front of the pyramid, smiling brightly at the camera and waving their arms.

Wayne was not concerned about this, but his eyes fell on Ron's shoulder.

There was a mouse lying there, and even from the photo, you can see that the mouse is missing a toe.

Continue to flip down, and you can see Fudge's headshot on the second page, and it says that he will go to Azkaban to bring humanitarian care to the prisoners there.

Everything is the choice of fate...

Photo of the Weasley family, Fudge went to Azkaban to show off, leaving a few newspapers to entertain the prisoners.

Interlinked, countless coincidences have created the upcoming big event.

Even if Peter Pettigrew turned into ashes, Sirius Black would still recognize him. A zombie waiting to die in Azkaban instantly became an Avenger and would escape from prison soon.

"It's all my own fault..." Wayne couldn't help but sigh.

If he and James hadn't been so smart and changed the secret keeper of the Fidelius Charm toPeter Pettigrew, how could there be so many things behind.

Brave, loyal, which of these two words has anything to do with mice?

"What's wrong?" Fleur heard Wayne sigh and looked at him curiously.

"Nothing, I just think some people are too stupid."

Fleur didn't understand and continued to play with Gabrielle. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

A few days later, the Daily Prophet really changed.

A man with a haggard face, long and messy hair, wearing tattered clothes, with fierce and crazy eyes.

"Beware! The threat is coming!"

[Sirius Black, the most capable assistant of the mysterious man and the most evil criminal ever imprisoned in Azkaban, has escaped from prison! ]

The newspaper almost portrayed Sirius as the second in command of the mysterious man. Before being arrested, he blew up half a street and killed thirteen people with a spell.

The Ministry of Magic has been fully mobilized and has issued a reward of up to 10,000 Galleons. Even if effective clues are provided, a bonus of 1,000 Galleons will be given.

It seems that Fudge is really anxious.

The process of his rise to power is dramatic. Originally, Dumbledore was recommended by the Ministry of Magic, but was rejected by Dumbledore. Another strong competitor withdrew from the election because his son was a Death Eater. This is why he picked up a loophole.

The more the media blows Black, the greater the impact on Fudge.

No, I have to contact that woman and ask her to write an article to make Fudge continue to sweat, so that he can realize the importance of the media.

"It's terrible." Furong also saw the content of the newspaper, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned.

"Such a dangerous prisoner is only detained, why not kill him?"

"He killed thirteen people!"

"Uh... France still has the death penalty?" Wayne looked at the girl in confusion. []

"Of course." Fleur shook her silver hair like a waterfall, "There is a guillotine on the sixteenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, which is specially prepared for these extremely heinous criminals."

"Although it has not been used for decades, considering this person's crimes, it is not too much to execute him twice."

After listening to Fleur's words, Wayne was silent.

Sixteen, guillotine.

What a hell joke.

"I don't know the details." Wayne shook his head: "But after all, his last name is Black, and if he is to be executed, at least half of the Death Eaters will die, which will have a huge impact."

"Wayne, come with me to Beauxbatons." Fleur hugged the boy's arm and took the opportunity to persuade him: "Britain is so dangerous, and there are inexplicable things every year. I am worried about you being here."

"Okay." Wayne took the girl's slender waist: "It's just a prisoner who ran out. What's the fuss."

"Don't worry about these. Where do you want to go in the last few days?"

Fleur knew that the idea of ​​naturalizing Wayne to Beauxbatons had failed againShe collapsed in his arms weakly and said softly, "I'm not going anywhere. Just stay with me."

"Okay, let's go to the hot springs together."

"Hate..."

As Wayne expected, Fudge was already in a state of panic. Every day, a huge amount of complaint letters were sent to the office, scolding him as the Minister and the Ministry of Magic for their incompetence. Some even asked him to abdicate and let Dumbledore take over.

He was so angry that he couldn't eat fried fish these two days.

"What did those monsters say!" Fudge asked irritably, pushing the envelopes piled on the table to the ground.

Standing opposite him was a serious middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He looked like a tough guy.

"They searched the entire island and found nothing." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "At present, Black is likely to have come to the British mainland."

"How did he do it?" Fudge scratched his scalp frantically: "Without a wand, he slipped away from the eyes of the Dementors and crossed hundreds of miles of ocean. Am I crazy or are you crazy?"

"Maybe it's just Black who is crazy." The middle man's face remained unchanged: "No one knows how he escaped, but the point is no longer here."

"Mr. Minister, your approval rating has dropped by two percentage points in the past few days."

Fudge's face changed suddenly, "Catch him, catch him quickly, and give our people an explanation!"

The middle-aged man sneered in his heart.

How can we manage the Ministry of Magic with such insects?

One day, he will replace it.

One order after another was issued by Fudge, and the entire Ministry of Magic was mobilized.

No matter which department you are from, stop what you are doing. The most important task now is to maintain his approval rating.

No, it is to catch Black!

"Scrimgeour, come with me. Let's meet the Muggle Prime Minister. We must let him know the current situation." After finishing all this, Fudge sighed, stood up and took his hat off the hanger.

Without saying a word, the Auror Office Director followed Fudge all the way to 10 Downing Street.

Twelve years ago, Black blew up half of the street. This incident caused a great sensation. The Ministry of Magic dispatched nearly a hundred employees to erase the memories of the relevant personnel and put the blame on the gas explosion.

So Black is not only a criminal in the wizarding world, but also a villain in the Muggle society.

Fudge has the obligation to explain to the current Prime Minister and obtain their cooperation.

The two of them came to the door of the Prime Minister's office without any obstacles. A kind-looking man stood up and greeted them.

"Hello, this is Bernard Woolley, do you have an appointment?"

"Of course not." Fudge kept walking and turned the door of the Prime Minister's office.

Inside the room, the great Prime Minister of the Empire was lying on a chair with a newspaper on his head. Long and regular snoring came from under the newspaper.Come.

When he heard the door open, he woke up suddenly, and the newspaper fell to the ground.

"Ah, Bernard, are you off work?" The Prime Minister wiped his face randomly and tried to calm down.

"Sorry sir, these two gentlemen broke in and I couldn't stop them."

"Who are you?" The Prime Minister frowned at Fudge and Scrimgeour: "Which department are you from? I remember I don't seem to have an appointment this afternoon."

Fudge took out a business card and put it on the table.

"Sir Jim Harker, I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, and the one next to me is Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office."

"I think you should have some impression of the worker.".

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