This Hogwarts isn't normal.

It was a great experience to fly on a cylinder, with no bumps or vibrations at all.

Although the speed was a bit slow, it was much better than being trapped in an elevator in a small space.

Looking down at the beautiful garden and the magnificent entrance hall from above, even the worst mood would become happy.

The cylinder carried the three people through the magic barrier in the center of the dome, and a high and spacious room appeared in front of them.

The huge and thick walls were covered with countless ingenious concentric circle patterns, the floor was a wooden floor with a unique texture, the vaulted ceiling was stacked, and a crystal chandelier was hung in the center.

The artistic room made Vincent and Hermione couldn't help but take a few more glances after they came down from the cylinder.

The brown-haired girl waited patiently.

Romanesque architecture often gives people a majestic and solemn impression. It is huge and complicated, emphasizing the contrast of light and dark, while the decoration is relatively simple and crude.

"I'm sorry, this room is so beautiful."

"It's okay, Mr. Wayne."

The brown-haired lady came to a stone door with exquisite relief carvings, "Minister Scipio's office is at the end of the corridor behind, please come in."

She pushed open the stone door, and there was a long arched corridor inside.

Vincent and Hermione said goodbye to her politely, and then stepped into the floor paved with black and white marble.

The room at the end had no door, only an arched door frame that blended into the surrounding walls.

Vincent knocked on the door frame lightly with his hand, making a not-so-loud sound.

"Please wait a moment." A voice in pure English came from inside.

Not long after, Minister Scipio, wearing a dark gray Italian robe, came out with a smile on his face.

He was a little surprised when he saw Vincent, but soon he smiled brightly again and opened his arms to hug him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Wayne."

"Long time no see, Mr. Minister Scipio."

It has been three years since Nicolas Flamel's funeral. Vincent was just a child at that time. I didn't expect him to have grown up so much now.

After a warm hug, Scipio led the two into the office.

The spacious and bright office was filled with many statues and paintings, and many of them were semi-finished products.

Combined with the "wait a minute" just now, Vincent guessed that these works of art should all be created by Scipio in his spare time.

Hermione also guessed it, but she was very nervous now.

Facing a Minister of Magic, and a Minister who seemed much more reliable than Fudge, it would be difficult for anyone to be as relaxed as Vincent.

Scipio led the two to a classical and gorgeous sofa, "Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, please sit down."

He sat on the sofa opposite the two, "Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Or tea?"

"Black tea is fine."

As soon as the voice fell, two cups of black tea appeared on the coffee table in front of the two.

Hermione looked a little surprised.

There was no fluctuation of mana, it seemed that it was sent by the house elves.

She could not help but sigh at the openness of the Italian Ministry of Magic.

In the UK, house elves were no different from slaves, and only those in Hogwarts could live a little better.

But in Italy, they could actually use magic in the Ministry of Magic. Although there must be many restrictions, it was much better than the British Ministry of Magic's regulations on wiping glass with bare hands.

Scipio noticed her strangeness and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Miss Granger, is our black tea not to your taste?"

Hermione shook her head quickly, "No, Mr. Minister, I'm just sighing at the openness of the Italian Ministry of Magic."

Scipio thought for a while and soon figured out what she meant.

He laughed heartily, "Haha - if Minister Fudge heard this, he would be very sad."

Hermione did not respond, and took a sip of black tea with some embarrassment.

Vincent changed the subject at the right time, "Mr. Minister, you should be very interested in sculptures and paintings, right?"

Scipio said, looking at the semi-finished products, "Of course, I studied in a Muggle art school for a few years when I was young, but unfortunately I didn't have much time to create well in these years."

"Sorry, Mr. Minister, we should have made an appointment in advance. We didn't mean to disturb your creation."

He smiled again, "It's okay, this is just my hobby, how can I neglect you two guests who have come from afar."

Not only did Vincent and Hermione have a better impression of him, he also had a good impression of the two.

After three years of not seeing each other, Vincent was not proud and complacent after winning many honors, and even considerately helped his secretary out of trouble.

Such a person will soon be trusted by everyone no matter where he goes.

Scipio nodded secretly in his heart.

If it is a mutually beneficial cooperation, he will not refuse emotionally.

However, Vincent was not in a hurry at all, and chatted with him after being polite.

Gradually, Hermione was no longer as nervous as she was at the beginning.

Scipio once again keenly noticed her change.

A simple boss and secretary? I'm afraid they are not that simple.

He took a sip of coffee, "Mr. Wayne, it seems that you are not here just to discuss cooperation today."

Vincent neither admitted nor denied, "Mr. Minister, I am really sorry that our arrival has taken up your precious free time."

He nodded slightly towards Hermione, "But you will definitely be very interested in the cooperation I am going to talk about next."

"Oh?" Scipio took the plan handed over by Hermione, "Mr. Wayne, I have to declare in advance that there are not many things in this world that interest me."

Vincent was confident, "Believe me, Mr. Minister, you will definitely be interested."

"Broadcasting the game?" Scipio's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The plan, which was not too thick, certainly did not involve specific technical principles, but the performance parameters of the magic base station deeply shocked him.

If I remember correctly, Muggles had similar equipment.

However, the magic base station does not require power supply, does not even require long cables, and does not require frequent maintenance.

Magic signals transmitted using dot matrix will not interfere with electronic signals at all, and its super penetrability can ignore almost all currently known magic barriers.

How can the Italian Ministry of Magic have complete control over such a powerful alchemy device?

There is already a Gwent flagship store in the Italian magic world, so promoting the alchemy store shouldn't be that difficult.

The key is the attitude of the International Alchemical Society.

Scipio put down the plan and frowned at the young man sitting patiently opposite.

As expected of an apprentice of the legendary alchemy, after Gwent cards and alchemical products, he actually came up with new inventions that could change the era.

In his vision, wizards of the future would no longer need newspapers or owls to deliver letters.

As more and more new devices connected to magic base stations are invented, more traditional industries in the magic world will face elimination.

Accept the progress of the times?

Or should we continue to maintain the status quo?

Scipio needs to consider not only cooperation, but also whether the Italian magical community needs to make changes.

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