From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

The Nimbus Company was not the only one that decided to advertise its new flying brooms at the Quidditch World Cup. Randolph Budmore, the inventor of the Firebolt, had also been eyeing this World Cup.

However, he made the plan much earlier than the Nimbus Company. As soon as the venue of the final of this Quidditch World Cup was determined, he would vigorously promote his Firebolt broom in the local area. This is why Harry saw the Firebolt in the Quidditch boutique in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation between the second and third years.

Randolph Budmore is undoubtedly a marketing genius. Not only did he use hunger marketing that has not yet become popular in the wizarding world, he also ingeniously added special service items to his brooms - providing warranty and recycling services according to the registration number hand-carved before the sale.

However, Ivy believes that Randolph Budmore's customized service items for the Firebolt are just to cover up another fact.

Because there is news that Randolph Badmore used goblins as hired workers when making Firebolts, and another well-known fact is that goblins have a significantly different understanding of the ownership of items than wizards.

They believe that the ownership of an item belongs to the person who made it for life, and wizards only pay for the right to use the item. Usually these creatures who live longer than wizards will find a way to get the item again after their customers die.

The most famous treasure made by goblins is Gryffindor's silver sword. It not only has the ability to automatically absorb substances that can enhance itself, but is also highly bound to the Sorting Hat. No matter where the sword itself is, it can be taken out of the hat by a real Gryffindor.

It is said that Gryffindor invited a goblin with the most exquisite skills and the most work orders to make this sword. In goblin culture, goblins with this ability are considered rulers, that is, the most skilled craftsman is the goblin king. Thinking of this, the goblin king can also be regarded as the king of workers.

The Gryffindor sword forged by the King of Workers is a very outstanding magical item. Even the creator himself coveted the Gryffindor sword and sent goblins to steal the sword for many years. Although the goblins have never succeeded, the desire for the Gryffindor sword still circulates in the goblin society.

Since goblin craftsmen were also hired when the Firebolt was made, these natural misers would certainly regard the Firebolt itself as their own property. Ivy believes that the lifetime warranty and replacement service proposed by Randolph Budmore is just a convenience to appease those goblin craftsmen who are very prone to strike. And it is very likely that the Firebolt cannot be used as a heirloom, unless Randolph Budmore can get the special parts for stabilizing the Firebolt himself before the agreement with the goblin craftsmen expires.

However, considering the difference in magic used by goblins and wizards, perhaps Randolph Budmore will not be able to overcome this problem until the Firebolt project explodes.

The pneumatic spell invented by Ivy is different. It does not increase speed by higher output like the Firebolt, but works on the aerodynamic shape of the wizard when flying with a broom. It is equivalent to replacing the aerodynamic layout of the shell of a modern car with a classic car.

The advantage of doing this is that it can achieve a level similar to the super-high-speed flight of the Firebolt without significantly changing the original design specifications of the flying broom. The Firebolt is equivalent to replacing the engine of a sports car with a classic car, and in order to prevent the body from falling apart, aviation alloys are used to manufacture the chassis and body.

In other words, Randolph Budmore spent a lot of money to put good things together, and finally let them cooperate temporarily in mutual constraints, and the goblin products carrying the core power components of the flying broom may run away at any time.

After the crickets of Randolph Budmore's funny Firebolt and Fudge's brain, which was filled with unknown things, the mead of Director Nott was also empty, and a certain basis of mutual trust was established between the three.

Ivy felt that it was time to ask Nott a trivial request.

"I heard that the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has an office related to house-elves?" Ivy sat on the velvet armchair he had conjured, shaking the goblet with a little mead left in his hand.

"Ah, I think you mean the House-Elf Resettlement Office." Director Nott nodded, "Why, you want to find a house-elf to serve you? I'll take care of it. You can tell me if you have any special requirements. For example, a house-elf who knows some special recipes."

"Great." Ivy commanded the Destruction Grimoire to fly out, "In fact, I want to find a young house-elf, maybe three to five?"

The Destruction Grimoire automatically turned the pages without wind, and soon came to the page belonging to the Room of Requirement.

Ivy tapped his wand lightly, a flash of bright silver light flashed, and the house-elf Diego suddenly appeared in the office.

The house elf in a sack bowed deeply to Ivy and said respectfully, "Diego at your service, Lord Doom."

"Very good, Diego, add some wine for us. The sweet noble rot wine in my collection is good." Ivy gave his instructions.

"Yes, sir." Diego nodded, and entered the pages of the Room of Requirement again, and soon appeared dragging a bottle of wine with a luxurious packaging and golden liquid inside. In his other hand, he held three exquisite crystal glasses.

While Diego was pouring the wine, Ivy began to explain the whole story to Nott: "Although Diego serves me, he is not my house-elf. I now want to find a few young and ownerless house-elves and give them to Diego to train. When the training is completed, I will let Diego return to his master."

In fact, Ivy did not just want to find a few house-elves similar to slaves, but wanted to study the magic contract between elves and wizards in depth. On the one hand, he really needed someone to help take care of the magical animals in the Room of Requirement, and on the other hand, he also wanted to use house-elves as the mother model and use magic to transform new housekeeper elves.

In Ivy's vision, these new elves are still a race that serves wizards, but they should wear decent clothes to change the awkward slave concept, and their appearance should be better looking. Perhaps growing hair is a good choice. In another video game that Ivy played before crossing over, the race called Yodel was good. At least their appearance is much more friendly than that of house elves.

"A few young house elves?" Nott asked, "One house elf is enough to clean up an entire large manor, and a few house elves may..."

"It's not your fault, Albert." Ivy sniffed the aroma of the sweet wine, "I plan to build a castle in the future, you can compare it to Hogwarts."

"No wonder..." Nott showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and did not react much because Ivy called him by his name, "Hogwarts has more than a hundred elves serving teachers and students...Okay, leave this to me. Once I find enough people, I will write to you."

"Great, I wish us a happy cooperation." Ivy raised his glass, touched it with Nott through the air, and then drank the golden liquid in the glass.

He stood up and said, "Let's stop here today. Drinking too much during the day is not good after all."

"Let me take you there, Lord Doom." Nott quickly put down his glass and stood up.

"No need," Ivy used the magician's hand formed by telekinesis to push Nott back into the chair, "Lucius will accompany me."

Nott, who was sitting in the chair, had not yet reacted to how he sat down, and saw that Lucius had already opened the office door for Ivy.

"I'll wait for your good news at Hogwarts, Director Nott."

Just as Nott was about to answer, the door was slammed shut.

"Your wine..."

Before leaving, Diego deliberately left the bottle of noble rot wine that had only been poured into three glasses on the table. As real liquid gold, this bottle of wine has a high value even in the magic world. After all, it is the favorite wine of the Flamel couple, the richest man in the international magic world.

In the corridor of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Ivy paced forward, and Lucius followed behind him.

The two took the elevator down and returned to the lobby on the 8th floor. The wizards they met along the way turned a blind eye to their strange combination, just because Ivy used magic to reduce their presence.

At the moment when Voldemort has not officially appeared, Ivy did not want to reveal too much information to his enemies.

Standing in front of the gilded fireplace in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, Ivy asked: "Do you have any recommended fireplaces? We are going to Hogsmeade."

"Hogsmeade Elegant Wizard Clothing Store." Lucius leaned forward and replied, "Our family often shops there, and the owner will not refuse us to use his fireplace."

"Very good." Ivy grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace.

After shouting the name of the destination, he stepped into the suddenly rising green flames.

But in a flash, Ivy walked out of the fireplace in the Elegant Wizard Clothing Store.

The owner was a middle-aged witch wearing a complicated skirt. When she saw Ivy, her eyes widened immediately.

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Lucius followed Ivy out of the fireplace, and his pale face seemed to give the owner great comfort.

"Lucius, you really scared me."

But Lucius had no intention of greeting: "Let's talk next time, Taurice. We are in a hurry."

The shop owner who was riding Taurice muttered: "Okay, okay. Even if you are an old customer, you don't have the intention to greet each other. Go and do your work, Mr. Malfoy."

So Lucius and Ivy successfully got out of the Fengya Wizard Clothing Store and walked on the old-fashioned cobblestone road in Hogsmeade.

Today is Saturday, and it is also the first Hogsmeade week after the New Year. Students fill every alley here, greatly increasing the income of the town residents.

As usual, Ivy used magic to reduce the presence of the two to prevent them from being noticed by some idle people.

"Walk with me for a while, Lucius." Ivy walked out of the village. The Scottish Highlands have abundant water resources, especially near Hogwarts. There is not only a black lake connected to the sea, but also many streams that flow into the black lake through a river that bypasses Hogsmeade.

It was not yet spring, and the river near Hogsmeade was still frozen.

"You surprised me, Lucius." Ivy stared at the bare trees by the river and said, "Getting the position of Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation is indeed a good move. It is very conducive to the development of our plan."

"I will ensure that the new brooms of the Nimbus Company are launched on schedule, and sponsor at least one final team to use our new brooms." Lucius said in a deep voice, obviously very sure of this.

This kind of business matter is just a piece of cake for him. Getting the position of Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation is, on the one hand, to help the brooms of the Nimbus Company become famous again among the wizarding groups in other countries, and on the other hand, it is for future considerations.

The market for magical animal materials in the UK is so small. After the magical animal base of Hogwarts begins to produce, it will inevitably be exported abroad. Lucius will be able to escort the foreign trade of magical animal materials when he becomes the director, which is also for the business considerations of the school board and Ivy.

But Ivy is not thinking about these.

"It is indeed necessary to do business well." Ivy paused and continued, "But this is not what I planned."

With Ivy's snap of his fingers, a blue magic aura spread around and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

No one was hiding nearby.

Ivy continued to talk about his plan: "We need to use this world event to convey a message to Voldemort."

Lucius's breath was slightly choked, and his body couldn't help but lean back.

"Since we killed Voldemort who was attached to Quirrell last year, he has been hiding like a rat. It's really unpleasant to keep him in the dark, so we need him to show up." Ivy turned and stared at Lucius, "In other words, we need your other identity, Lucius."

"Death Eater..." Lucius was in a trance for a moment, and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple and there is no risk." Ivy said with a smile, "You just need to make some noise after the World Cup final, let everyone know that it was the Death Eaters who did it, and let the Ministry of Magic suspect you, but they can't find any evidence. We need to lure Voldemort to come in person."

"But... the mysterious man is a master of Legilimency... Once I meet him again, everything in my mind will be exposed... If your plan is ruined..." Lucius' face was pale, and he obviously felt that Ivy was asking him to die, but from his words, he couldn't hear his own thoughts at all, only his sincere heart for Ivy.

There is another chapter in the evening, I want to try if I can update 10,000 words a day...