From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 70 Sponsorship
"Five percent?" Ivy sneered and turned to Lucius, who looked like a dignified aristocrat, and said, "Lucius, do you have a way to contact the Badmore family?"

"Well..." Lucius pondered for a moment, then shook his head at Whitehorn's surprised gaze. "The Badmore family had always lived in the lowlands. They were not well-known at that time until they chose to move to the Black Forest to make excellent brooms. Even after they became famous, they basically worked in the wizarding world as broom makers. The business affairs of Ellerby and Badmore Company were always handled by Mr. Ellerby, so the Malfoy family had no dealings with them."

A smile appeared on Whitehorn's lips. He knew that as a shareholder of Nimbus, Lucius Malfoy stood on his side. Perhaps he should give Lucius a gift after the negotiations were over?

No, if Lucius and the Nimbus Corporation were on the same page, why did he offer to sponsor 10,000 gold galleons to help that kid start a company? Could it be that this guy wanted to be a whore and also wanted to be a saint?
It can't be for marriage, right? Although this little guy named Doom is indeed a genius, I haven't heard that the Malfoy family has a daughter?
Just when Whitehorn was troubled by Lucius's motives, Lucius changed the subject and said, "But German wizards usually go to school in Durmstrang. I have an old friend who is the headmaster there. Maybe he can get in touch with the Budmore family."

"Ten percent! Ten percent!" Before Ivy nodded, Whitehorn quickly and loudly revised his offer.

"Twenty percent." Ivy's eyes swept across the sweat on Whitehorn's forehead, and he said firmly and unyieldingly, "There is no decisive improvement on the Nimbus 2001. Either accept the offer or it will be kicked into the garbage heap in a few years."

"Fifteen percent!" Whitehorn gritted his teeth and looked at Ivy expectantly, but the latter had no expression on his face, and he didn't even seem to want to speak.

"How can you negotiate like this? You won't even lower your offer a bit!" Whitehorn took off the wizard hat on his head and wrinkled it in his hands.

"Twenty percent," Lucius said, "but the Malfoy family will work hard at the shareholders' meeting to ensure that the research funds for the new broom are in place as soon as possible."

"Oh, Lucius! You've been on his side from the beginning!" Whitehorn complained loudly, "Why did you invite me here for Christmas? It turns out you set a trap for me to fall into!"

"So, we have reached a consensus?" Ivy raised his chin at him.

Whitehorn rolled his eyes vigorously, as if hoping to drive Ivy's handsome face out of his sight: "What else? Mr. Doom? You really caught me... Well, where is the patent document for the pneumatic spell? But fortunately, the Nimbus 2001 will definitely become a groundbreaking product."

"I will write a paper to elaborate on the principles of the pneumatic spell. As for the patent documents and equity transfer agreement, you will need to handle them yourself." Ivy instructed him without any psychological burden.

"What?" Whitehorn was stunned. "You...didn't apply for a patent for the Pneumatic Spell? Aren't you afraid of me..."

Before he could finish his words, he was choked in his throat by Ivy's gaze. There seemed to be some kind of deep darkness in that deep gaze, trying to drown him through eye contact.

Whitehorn shuddered, and then he heard Ivy's voice as if coming from far away.

"Remember this, Mr. Whitehorn. Magic is power..."

"Okay..." Whitehorn couldn't help but answer, and then he asked hurriedly as if he wanted to wake up again, "Do you have any other instructions, Mr. Doom? After all, you are already a shareholder of the Nimbus Racing Broom Company!"

"There's no need to use pneumatic spells on Nimbus 2001. Just launch it on time and use it as a smokescreen for competitors." Ivy thought about it for a moment. Nimbus' biggest rival in the future will undoubtedly be the Firebolt, which hasn't even started advertising yet. So appropriate strategic confusion is still necessary.

"As for the new broom, give it an epoch-making name." "Like?" Whitehorn leaned forward, looking respectful and impatient.

"For example... Nimbus 2077?" Ivy had never thought about this question, so he just subconsciously read out a number he was familiar with.

"It's very... very epoch-making..." Whitehorn had an awkward expression on his face, as if he had never expected Ivy to say such a complicated name.

"Let's talk about the name later. I need to go back as soon as possible to finish the patent application documents and equity transfer documents, so I won't stay for the party." Whitehorn nodded and said to Ivy and the others.

Then he hesitated for a moment and handed over the Light Wheel 2001 in his hand: "Mr. Doom, I hope you can accept this Light Wheel 2001 as a testimony of our cooperation."

"Ah, Devlin." Lucius suddenly called out to Whitehorn, who was about to leave, as he watched Ivy stuff the Nimbus 2001 into the Tome of Destruction under Malfoy's envious eyes. "Did you know that Mr. Doom is now a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team? Perhaps we can sponsor a batch of flying brooms for the Slytherin team in the name of the Nimbus Company."

"Don't even think about it, Lucius!" Whitehorn rejected Lucius' proposal without hesitation. "I know Slytherin's reputation in Hogwarts too well. Doing this will make me lose many potential customers! Even if my two major shareholders are Slytherins, it won't work! If you want to sponsor, you have to pay for it yourself. I can give you a 10% discount at most!"

"Hmph." Lucius pursed his lips, and the enthusiasm on his face quickly disappeared like bubbles, and he put on the aristocratic tone that everyone was familiar with. "Well, seven Nimbus 2001s. I hope to see the Slytherin team riding them on the Quidditch field after the Christmas holidays."

"As expected of the patriarch of the Malfoy family, you are so generous!" Whitehorn had a warm smile on his face and kept complimenting Lucius on his generosity.

"What about me, Dad?" Malfoy stared at his father with wide eyes, unable to believe that he had no part.

"Be quiet, Draco, you deserve a better broom." Lucius tugged on his son's arm, instantly silencing him.

"Seven Broomsticks should be mailed directly to Hogwarts and addressed to Mr. Doom. He is now the coach of the Slytherin house team." After Lucius said this, he nodded to Ivy and was about to send Whitehorn out of Malfoy Manor.

Ivy narrowed his eyes. He didn't like Lucius's sudden sponsorship. He believed that those trolls would be able to sweep the other Quidditch teams in Hogwarts under his training. If the trolls were equipped with equipment, his teaching skills would not necessarily be highlighted.

However, he had never taken the outcome of the Quidditch Cup too seriously. Now that he had the Nimbus 2001, he only needed to limit Harry's performance in the subsequent match against Gryffindor. Maybe he could even win more easily.

"Draco." Ivy whispered, "I haven't given you a Christmas present yet? Then it's yours."

The Grimoire of Destruction moved automatically without wind, and the small ceramic fire dragon crawled out from the pages again. This time it was wearing a nightcap, looking quite funny.

"What? Me?" Malfoy couldn't believe his ears. What he had been thinking about all along had actually come true. He immediately picked up the dragon and the nightcap together and cheered happily.

(End of this chapter)