This Hogwarts is not normal

Since it is an equal cooperation, the original 3% seems stingy.

"I'll try to convince the three Messrs. Ollerton."

"I'm afraid this time will be a long time."

Vincent and Johnson walked side by side on the lawn outside the castle.

"Mr. Wayne, the difference between our sweeper and the light wheel and comet is that our positioning is close enough to the people."

"Indeed, the mass-produced version of the first-generation Alpha only costs 900 galleons, which is much more conscientious than light wheels and comets that cost thousands."

Qiao Sen shook his head, "The most important thing for Sweeping is the market share, and the people in the marketing department complain to our R&D department every now and then.

This time Alpha focuses on cost-effectiveness, and it still has to rely on customized models to make money. "

As if he was afraid that Vincent would not understand, he also briefly introduced some of the company's operating models.

"The profit of a single product is less, but we can rely on the market to be on an equal footing with companies that focus on high-end fields such as Nimbus and Comet."

Of course Vincent understood that this was a pattern similar to that of Rice in his previous life.

It's a pity that once the inherent impression is formed, sweeping will become synonymous with cost performance.

The difficulty of hitting the high-end market is no less than bringing a complete change to the broomstick.

The fact that Little Apple can survive for so many years is inseparable from the innovative image that Old Qiao has established for the world.

If there is a broomstick with good enough performance that can be called an epoch-making product, even a start-up company can become a giant in an instant.

Even if the price is high, the four-yearly global Quidditch tournament can make people crazy.

Qiao Sen, who was expressing his kindness, didn't know that Vincent knew everything.

"Mr. Smith, we're almost there."

"Oh—I'm so sorry I said so much before I knew it."

Vincent smiled and nodded, "Thanks to your news, I have more confidence in cooperation."

"Mr. Wayne, it would be nice if you could choose our company first."

Although it was very vague, Qiao Sen understood.

"I will."

The smiles on the faces of the two froze the moment they entered the Quidditch arena.

The grass below was densely packed with students, and those in the middle were still pushing each other.

As long as you are not blind, you know something is wrong.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Smith." Vincent opened the suitcase, rode the rogue rabbit and flew straight over.

Two camps, Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Wood has already applied for the right to use the stadium, and it is very obvious which side is going to pick something.

"What's the matter, Scarhead?" Draco raised his chin high, "Can't you just hide behind skunks and bucktooth girls without Wayne?"

"You're no better than I—" Harry's retort came to an abrupt end.

Because there was a figure flying towards him at an extremely fast speed, as fast as a flash of lightning.

"Can't speak?" Draco turned his head to the sky, and when he was about to laugh out loud, he suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a big rock on his back.

"Draco!" Marcus, who was standing next to him, quickly drew out his wand.

It's a pity that Vincent was holding the person with one hand, and he was already heading towards the Forbidden Forest.

"This—" Hermione turned her head in a daze, and stared at the group of bewildered lion cubs behind her.

She was not mistaken, it was Vincent who brought a new broom for the team.

"Wood! Are you trying to fight?" Marcus pointed his wand opposite, "I'm telling you, if Wayne did something to Draco—"

"It's useless to say anything to me!" Wood also pulled out his wand, "If you have the ability, go and tell Vincent, why are you yelling at me here!"

"You bastard!"

"No you bastard!"

Throwing a spell on one side detonated the entire stadium like pressing a switch.

Ron didn't care about 21, and it was a slug curse to Crabbe's big nose.

There was no light on the tip of the magic-tape-wrapped wand, but the green light from the wand shot into his stomach.

Both Crabbe and Goyle laughed heartily.

Harry, who was supporting Ron, saw slugs coming out of his mouth, and pulled out his wand regardless.

Hermione looked at this familiar scene, subconsciously bent down to avoid Pansy's spell.

"Ha - bucktooth girl, the response is not bad!"

The moment she got up, the wand was already in her hand.

"Stupid-"

There was chaos under the court, and spells of various colors shuttled freely.

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The Forbidden Forest, the land of Aragog.

Draco was hung upside down under the Rogue Rabbit with his legs bound.

"Wayne! Put me down!"

"Are you sure?" Vincent lowered his height and passed the large group of acromantulas below.

"Ah—help me——"

Draco waved his hands wildly, trying to pat off the sticky spider silk.

Vincent raised the broomstick lightly, "Do you want to go down?"

"Bastard! What the hell are you trying to do to me!"

"Reciprocity." He let go of his hands and looked down with interest.

"Forget about the wizard card, why do you have to make trouble during our training?

Don't you have the character that your skin will itch all over if you don't get beaten for a day? "

"You're the one with itchy skin!" Draco's roar was deafening: "I have Professor Snape's approval note! Can't you split the pitch into half!"

"Huh?" Vincent tilted his head, "Is it a big deal to have an approval slip? You're not on the school team."

"Who says I'm not!" Draco shook his head hard, trying to knock his head off, "I'm the Slytherin Seeker this year!"

"Really?"

"That idiot Higgs graduated!"

"Then you must have not brushed your teeth today."

"Leave me alone!"

"Tsk tsk tsk—" Vincent took the broomstick back with both hands, "Your father must have spent a lot of Galleons, right?"

"I rely on my strength!"

"Sorry, I forgot that Gallon is also a kind of strength."

Draco's flushed face turned even redder.

"Wayne! Let me down if you can!"

"you sure?"

"Let me go to a safe place if you can!"

"I'm not your little brother, why should I listen to you?"

"Believe it or not, I called my dad over here!"

Vincent reached out his hand and plucked his ears, "It's the same sentence every time, can you have some fresh ones?"

"You dare to treat me like this, I will never let you go!"

When he got back to the court, Draco was still fuming and furious.

"Hey, you're not tired—" Vincent was frightened by the scene in front of him and held back his words.

"Why, there's nothing to say, right? Hahaha—" Draco laughed a few times, and then closed his mouth.

The scene where spells are flying around, the turf is pitted, and the two sides are wrestling together is really powerful.

"Malfoy, do you think I should let you down here?"

"you dare!"

"I really dare."

Vincent smiled and slowly untied the rope.

"Stop it, you bastard!" Draco swung back and forth like a spring.

"Don't move around, the rope will loosen early."

As soon as the words were finished, the knot that had only been untied a little was completely loosened.

"Wayne!!!" Draco fell from the sky and crashed into the crowd.

Crabbe and Goyle suffered.

It happened so suddenly that they were all rolled over on the grass by the inertia.

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