This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent and Hermione arrived a little early, and there were only two or three wizards in the huge foyer.

After explaining her purpose to the staff wearing traditional Bulgarian costumes, she led them to a staircase made of marble.

"The office of Minister Oblansk is above. You two, please follow me."

Above the stairs is a small corridor with many beautiful dynamic landscape paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.

Under the guidance of the staff, the two came to a stone door inlaid with gems.

The seemingly heavy door was pushed open by her gently, revealing a brightly colored, palace-style room inside.

"Minister Oblansk, the guests you invited are here."

The middle-aged man in front of the long ebony table raised his head and quickly glanced at Vincent and Hermione standing at the door.

"Mr. Wayne, come in quickly."

Oblansk, wearing a luxurious robe, stood up and walked over.

He nodded to the receptionist outside, and then led the two of them into the room.

This is more like a banquet hall than an office.

Oblansk seemed particularly enthusiastic, even more enthusiastic than Minister Scipio yesterday.

Vincent and Hermione couldn't help but wonder.

Gwent has never been very popular in Bulgaria, sales have not been very high, and Oblansk is not a hospitable person.

There must be something wrong with her behavior being so abnormal.

Vincent said tentatively, "Mr. Minister, you are not waiting for us specifically, are you?"

The smile on Oblansk's face became even brighter, "Mr. Wayne, I actually have a good relationship with Minister Fudge of your country. He revealed some information to me very early on."

Fudge?

This old guy’s mouth is not as tight as his asshole!

Vincent cursed inwardly, but pretended to be enlightened on his face.

"So that's it. Then Mr. Minister, you won't refuse to cooperate with us, right?"

Oblansk smiled and shook his head, "Of course not. Minister Fudge said this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He said that if I refused, I would regret it for the rest of my life."

No matter how well he concealed it, Vincent still saw greed in his eyes.

Sure enough, if you are not from the same group, you can't get along with them.

Decorating the office like a banquet hall may seem a bit vanity-y.

Vincent shook his head vaguely at Hermione, implying that the rest of the matter would be left to him.

At this moment, the staff member who had just received the two of them walked in with a cup of high-quality black tea.

For this benefit, we are quite well prepared.

Vincent took a sip of black tea.

"Mr. Minister, our Minister Fudge probably didn't disclose the specific conditions of cooperation to you, right?"

Oblansk waved his hand, "I don't dare to ask about the details. Even if Minister Fudge wants to say it, I won't listen."

This statement can only fool the inexperienced children.

It's not that he didn't dare to ask, but he knew that even if he asked, Fudge would definitely not tell.

Selfish, vain and hypocritical, the future of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic is in doubt.

However, the way to deal with such people is very simple. As long as their appetite can be completely satisfied, they can even break through the bottom line again and again if conditions permit.

Greedy, right? Then let you be greedy enough!

Vincent asked Hermione for parchment and a quill, and quickly wrote line after line on it.

After writing a piece of paper, he handed the parchment to Oblansk, "Mr. Minister, I believe that the conditions we offer will satisfy you."

Oblansk looked at it carefully with a smile on his face.

Like the British Ministry of Magic, Wayne Enterprises only needs exclusive rights to operate in the field of mobile communications.

Bulgarian Magic can develop new alchemical equipment with anyone, including the International Alchemy Association, but the relevant core components need to be purchased from Wayne Enterprises.

After the World Cup, the large-scale magic projection used to broadcast the event will even be donated to the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic for free. Wayne Enterprises has only one condition, and that is to have priority use rights.

What can mobile communications do? Muggle television stations, computers, and even the Internet had their beginnings.

Just set an admission fee casually and let those families who want to enter the market pay, and at least tens of millions of gold galleons will be paid every year. Only a fool would take the initiative to take the lead in research and development.

With the conditions being so good, Oblansk naturally agreed immediately.

When the second piece of parchment was written, he couldn't wait to sign his name.

When Vincent also signs his name, the magical contract officially comes into effect.

"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, it's still early, would you like to stay and have lunch together?"

Have lunch together? I'm almost sick to the point of vomiting.

Vincent maintained a polite and decent smile,

"Sorry, Mr. Minister, we have made an appointment with Minister Astrid, and now it's time to leave for Greece."

Oblansk's face was full of regret, "This is too unlucky."

Vincent suppressed his nausea and said, "Yeah, it's such an unlucky coincidence."

He and Hermione maintained due etiquette and quickly left this office filled with vanity and hypocrisy.

If they stayed in there for one more second, both of them would feel nauseous.

Although Hermione said nothing the whole time, she could tell that Oblansk was not a good bird.

She originally thought that Fudge was just an exception, but she was still too naive.

Coming down the stairs, the hallway, which had been very quiet just now, became lively.

Bulgarian wizards, both men and women, gathered together, as if some important person had come.

Even the ladies in charge of reception came over, and it was comparable to the scene before Lockhart was exposed.

Vincent and Hermione were not interested at all.

The two took off the roses pinned on their chests, put them on the counter and walked quickly past the crowd.

If it weren't for the bad thing just now, maybe they would have joined in the fun.

Forget it now, the most important thing is to leave the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic as soon as possible.

In the center of the crowd, a tall and handsome boy with thick black hair was suddenly stunned.

The wizards in front of him looked over and saw two figures walking away, one in front and one behind.

"Victor? Do you know them?"

The boy shook his head, "No."

A middle-aged wizard who looked like his agent stepped forward at this time,

"Okay, everyone, Victor has training in the afternoon, we have to hurry to register with the Magic Sports and Physical Education Administration."

The wizards around were still enthusiastic, but they consciously made way.

The tall and handsome boy and his agent walked towards another staircase deep in the hallway.

When their backs disappeared, the crowd slowly dispersed.

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