This Hogwarts is not normal

The Volkswagen Group literally means cars for the masses.

On January 1934, 1, then Prime Minister Adolf approved the proposal of its founder Ferdinand Porsche to form a Volkswagen AG with 17 shareholders.

A Porsche, of course, is that Porsche.

The two automobile companies have cross-shareholdings with each other, which can be regarded as different family industries.

It was late evening when the Wayne family arrived at Wolfsburg Airport.

There are too many gossip stories in the Porsche family, and the family of three has no idea of ​​understanding.

As long as the current chairman of the Volkswagen Group is the grandson of the founder, it is enough.

Arriving at the club suite on the top floor of the Ritz-Carlton, 56-year-old Ferdinand Piech has arrived.

He was an engineer and seemed to be a particularly rigorous person.

"Mr. Piech."

"Hello, three members of the Wayne family."

The existence of the wizarding world is top secret, and only a few high-level members of the Muggle government know about it.

When the Deathly Hallows logo appeared on the tablecloth in front of Ferdinand, he was convinced that everything his grandfather said was true.

Wizards exist, magic exists, and voodoo parties exist.

"What is your relationship?"

"Master and apprentice, he is my mentor."

Ferdinand looked particularly surprised.

According to his grandfather's description, the leader of the voodoo party is very similar to Adolf.

With a similar philosophy, almost the same mode of action.

In the end, they all lost their original intentions and became paranoid and crazy demons.

Such a person actually took an apprentice in his later years?

Still British, a child.

"I think I should change my mind about your mentor." Ferdinand smiled self-deprecatingly.

He seemed to let go of his worries, and began to chat with the middleman who contacted the two parties, Ludwig Lenski.

"Half-blood wizard?"

"One of the parents or grandparents is a non-magic person."

The patriarchs of the Witch Party are not only half-blood wizards, but also Muggle-born.

Vincent's simple chat seemed to make Ferdinand overturn his previous impression.

Compared with Adolf, a fanatical racist, Grindelwald is just a slightly more radical revolutionary.

It doesn't matter if it's flattery or flattery, as long as the kindness shown is genuine.

Eric and Evelyn heard the strange names becoming the topic of conversation, and the worry in their eyes began to disappear little by little.

Even facing the helm of a huge business group, their son seems to be able to do a job with ease.

After uncovering a little bit of the mystery of the magic world, it's time to get down to business.

Ferdinand did not immediately agree, but first went through the concept map revised by the Bugatti team.

He's an engineer by training and knows all too well how crazy certain parameters can be.

There is a solution, of course, but it's not through magical magic.

"Titanium alloy..." He put down the concept map with a tangled face.

Choosing this kind of metal with high strength, good corrosion resistance and strong heat resistance can indeed solve the problem of volume and weight.

And as horsepower increases, so does the heat and exhaust generated. ...so not only the engine, but even the exhaust system needs to use titanium alloy.

According to the current market price, the final cost of this mass-produced concept car may be comparable to some high-end small private jets.

Ferdinand shook his head, "From the perspective of a company operator, I don't recommend that Bugatti take the risk of realizing this crazy idea.

but--"

Seeing that the Wayne family remained calm, the corners of his mouth began to rise slightly,

"However, from the perspective of an automotive engineer, I think it is difficult for me to reject such an epoch-making mass-produced sports car."

Volkswagen partnered with Bugatti.

The two teams will develop together and share all technical achievements.

After dinner in the hotel's club suite, the three of the Wayne family said goodbye to Ferdinand amicably.

"Mr. Piëch, next year's Porsche should have a liftable rear wing, right?"

"Son, are you really confident in our cooperation?"

"Of course, if it can't be developed next year, maybe our family will sell the house to replenish research funds."

Evelyn was amused, Eric was annoyed.

After getting out of the elevator to the main entrance of the hotel, he got into a taxi with a dark face.

Vincent in the back seat was holding back a laugh.

It won't be possible to actually sell the house in one or two years, but there is still some pressure that should be there.

It was already 1:[-] in the morning when we returned from Wolfsburg, Germany to Campo Gagliano, Italy, and the Wayne family went back to the hotel to rest in bed.

It's a peaceful night.

But not for some.

Vincent was woken up.

The owl is so dedicated, it has been knocking on the window for more than ten minutes.

When he got out of bed, Eric had the newspaper in hand.

"Dad, I suggest you unsubscribe, so that people don't have to travel all the way from England to Italy every day."

"I gave double." Eric opened the newspaper.

Vincent went to the sink and squeezed some toothpaste on the toothbrush.

"Bloodyhell!" Eric suddenly exclaimed loudly after rinsing his mouth.

I was so scared that I almost swallowed the foam in my mouth.

"Dad, do you know that toothpaste is harmful to the body."

Evelyn rolled her eyes angrily, "Honey, don't you have a classmate who runs a dental clinic at home, and she didn't say that swallowing a little toothpaste will be fine?"

Vincent didn't dare to complain, and continued to brush his teeth quietly.

Eric smacked his lips while watching, "It seems that I really have to unsubscribe in a few days."

Newspaper headlines are made very catchy.

"Deep Secret: The Real Reason for Zero Escape from Azkaban!" "

But the content...

This newspaper is hopeless, it is almost the same nature as a certain series of books.

Yes, it is a scam.

It's nothing to look at the frontal portrait of Fudge, combined with the eloquent words full of praise, it looks particularly disgusting.

It's okay not to know, the Wayne family is clear about certain activities.

Quirrell was nothing more than an accomplice, and Lockhart was an unlucky scapegoat.

If you dare to take the credit for catching the witch scum, you probably won't pursue the matter of the masters.

The Ministry of Magic sucks, and Fudge is the worst.

"Hey——it was written by Rita." Eric threw the newspaper into the trash can with a look of contempt on his face.

Knowing too much is actually a kind of sadness.

After washing, Vincent picked up the crumpled newspaper,

"Dad, what news makes you so angry?"

"See for yourself!"

A few minutes later, the newspaper was thrown back into the trash can.

It was just an inspection of Azkaban, not being caught and locked up inside.

A mysterious prison with zero escape record, the most enlightened Minister of Magic in the past half century.

Compared with the boring reports some time ago, this is indeed big news.

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