The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Fred, who was sitting next to Scott, patted him on the shoulder.

"Scott, you can start editing the footage from the first two rounds of the competition now."

“I’ve already placed an order with Milton,” Eddie continued on the other end. “He’ll handle the score for us!”

"..."

Scott remained silent for a long while.

"Let me think... I was in charge of video editing and post-production, and I also created the [Magic Crystal Player]. How much work do I actually have to do?"

The company has four people; he is the sole researcher, while the other three are all in sales.

Is this reasonable?

That won't do!

So he decisively said, "How about this, I'll license the method for making the [Magic Crystal Player] to Fred and George, and you can make it. Of course, we'll adjust the profit-sharing ratio so you can earn more."

Fred and George exchanged a glance through the [magic mirror] and nodded decisively.

George gave Fred a wink.

Fred, understanding the unspoken message, said to Scott, "We have no problem with that! If you authorize us, then no matter how much time passes, we will give you 40% of the profits for every player we sell."

“That’s too much,” Scott refused. “After deducting costs and your labor fees, 10% of the net profit is enough.”

"That's too little, let's say 30%."

"10% is fine."

"20%, no less!"

"No, I already said it's 10%."

"It cannot be less than 15%!"

"Stop nagging..."

“Alright, stop arguing,” Eddie said. “Scott, 15% is more reasonable, considering the wizarding market is much smaller than the Muggle world.”

“Okay then, 15% it is.” Scott didn’t seem to care.

“Thanks then,” Fred said with a smile. “Just wait, we’ll sell the players to every wizard in the future.”

"Whatever, this way I only need to be responsible for the post-production of the video," Scott said with a sigh of relief.

Although he is short of money now, he doesn't want to make money through this kind of repetitive labor.

To be honest, he wasn't really short of money.

Even though Muggle currency cannot be exchanged for Galleons without limit, gold can, it's just more complicated.

Although Scott didn't know exactly how much money his family had in the Muggle world, he was certain that if he really wanted to get some gold to exchange for Galleons, it wouldn't be a problem.

It's just unnecessary.

Since starting school at Hogwarts, Scott has never asked his parents for any extra money, except for the share he can exchange for Galleons at Gringotts each year.

So much time has passed, I've gotten used to it.

Unless absolutely necessary, he will of course choose to earn money himself.

"...You can start promoting it now."

Eddie was still rambling on and on.

"It would be best if the guys at Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were interested in our products; getting an order would be fantastic..."

Upon hearing this, Scott said to Fred, "The publicity work is yours, buddy."

Fred asked, "And you?"

“Me?” Scott shrugged. “Didn’t we agree to edit the video?”

“That’s not fair!” Fred shouted.

“Our profit distribution will be absolutely fair,” Scott said. “Whoever contributes more will receive a larger share.”

Just then, Eddie suddenly chimed in from the other end, "By the way, Scott, would you be comfortable having your picture printed on merchandise?"

“Of course not!” Scott answered without hesitation.

"This is a shortcut to making money!"

Eddie said in a seductive tone.

"The three-way battle for supremacy has had a significant impact, and as warriors, you have received a lot of attention!"

"You, Delacour, and Krum, you're all already the biggest stars in the wizarding world!"

“I thought I’d only been in French newspapers,” Scott said, somewhat surprised. “No British journalists have ever interviewed us.”

Eddie said proudly, "Besides the Prophet's Daily reprinting photos from French newspapers, the famous journalist Hollingworth also wrote many commentary articles about the Three Kingdoms tournament."

"It's you..."

Scott was speechless.

Hollingworth is Eddie's pen name, isn't it?

"I can watch the live broadcast of the match and get first-hand information from you. In short, my articles are all very truthful. The editors of the Daily Prophet even thought I was covering the events from France."

Eddie said with a laugh.

"Britain has been quite lively lately, with a shortage of journalists. In short, after my commentary, they stopped sending their own reporters to France."

George added, "Eddie also wrote several interviews that looked plausible, but they were actually just him asking and answering himself."

As he spoke, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"In his writing, Delacour is too arrogant, and Krum is too gloomy. In short, both of them are somewhat annoying."

"Many people took those fake interviews seriously, and you became the most popular warrior!"

George gave a thumbs-up to the "camera".

Scott found it difficult to make any facial expression respond.

“I won’t say ‘thank you’ to you, Eddie,” he said blankly.

"I simply amplified some of their inherent traits!"

Eddie quickly pushed George's face away and said righteously.

He also tried to continue to seduce Scott—

“Listen to me, Scott, you can make a quick buck by taking advantage of the celebrity effect during this period.”

"The most important thing is that you don't have to do anything!"

"I guarantee that even just printing a few badges with your photo will sell like hotcakes!"

"I plan to produce a variety of merchandise, including badges themed around the Triwizard Tournament, limited edition player cases, commemorative postcards, and photo books."

"Just think about it, all those boys and girls who idolize you, especially the girls, will definitely want to collect the whole set!"

Eddie's tone was full of urgency.

"We need to hurry. Once the three-way battle is over, your popularity will drop, and then this kind of good thing won't happen again!"

Listen to his fluent speech; he must have thought about it for a long time and even made a detailed plan.

"I refuse."

Scott still firmly refused.

Eddie's confident face immediately crumbled.

"What did you say?" he asked, unwilling to give up. "Don't you want to think about it anymore?"

Scott shook his head.

"Are you crazy! Those are Galleons!"

Eddie looked pained, as if he had lost a hundred million.

"I know, but I still firmly refuse."

Scott crossed his arms.

"Using my photo as a selling point is just too weird!"

He felt ashamed just thinking about it.

"Then, can I have your name printed on the badge?" Eddie persisted.

Scott was about to refuse again, but George had already exposed Eddie.

"Didn't you already sell it? The badge with Scott's name on it."

“Oh, those are badges specially made to cheer on Scott,” Eddie argued. “Most of them were given away for free; I didn’t make any money from them.”

"You're lying! I asked them, and they bought it from you for three silver scimitars each!"

Upon hearing George's revelation, Scott stared calmly at Eddie's reflection in the mirror.

Eddie pulled out a round badge and pinned it to his lapel, chuckling as he said, "This thing doesn't make any money, really. Look, it's just to show my support for you."

The badge is blue and displays the words "Scott Trolop" and "Hogwarts Champions, Go for it!" in a loop.

This guy acted first and asked for permission later.

Scott narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, Eddie, my friend, I can let this go.”

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"But what about the money you make with this thing? Doesn't that include a share for me?"

When Eddie heard that Scott wanted a share of the pie, he reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, almost baring his teeth and claws.

"No! This is the wizarding world, and the rules are different from those of the Muggle world, Scott!"

He retorted loudly.

"As far as I know, the Chocolate Frog Factory has never paid a single copper nut to any of the wizards who have registered on the Wizard Card!"