This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After the GG bidding conference was announced to begin, a light screen was projected in front of each seat at the platinum gold tables and chairs.

Displayed on it was the GG time slot for the Triwizard Tournament, with a draggable duration selection at the bottom.

Vincent had a larger light screen in front of him, "As you can see, our bidding conference is a little different from the past."

His finger lightly tapped on the time slot before the match, "After everyone selects their desired time slot, then choose the required duration."

He dragged it to 15 seconds and clicked confirm, and a nine-square grid of numbers appeared on the light screen.

"After entering the bidding amount, this information will be recorded in the system and displayed in real time. Of course, everyone can modify the amount at any time."

Vincent's name appeared on the right side of the light screen, with the bidding information below, the most conspicuous being the amount he had just entered.

It eliminated the cumbersome bidding and price increase process, providing a simple and efficient bidding and auction experience.

Vincent glanced at the magical communicator on his wrist, "It's 10:08 AM now, and the auction will begin at 10:15 AM, with a time limit of 45 minutes and no upper limit on the amount."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire venue burst into an uproar.

Some of those with less financial strength already had the intention of withdrawing and leaving the venue.

They all believed that Wayne Enterprises was crazy about money, only giving them the opportunity to participate in the bidding auction, but not giving them the opportunity to win the bid.

Vincent, at the center of the venue, maintained a smile and watched them.

This Triwizard Tournament is being broadcast live to the global magical community. Without strong financial support, even if there is a good GG effect, it will not be able to successfully leave the UK.

Besides, if they were really crazy about money, they could have invited major well-known companies from around the world to participate in the bidding, which would have resulted in a higher final amount.

A few minutes passed quickly. Vincent ignored the wizards who were pretending to leave and raised his hand to announce the start of the auction process.

Almost at the same time, those wizards who had just been pretending to leave rushed to enter amounts, and the names on the right side of the light screen were being rapidly refreshed.

The 15-second golden time slot in the middle of the event instantly rose from 100 Galleons to 800, and was still rising.

Lucius coldly watched the light screen in front of him, waved his hand, directly dragged the entire two-minute golden time slot to the end, and then entered an amount that made almost everyone feel despair.

20,000 Galleons, rounded up, is 167 Galleons per second.

One bid was the profit of most stores for a month, it seemed he was determined to win.

However, the next second, amidst countless exclamations, the amount of 20,001 pushed his name down.

Lucius glanced at the name above and his face immediately turned ugly.

That damned Sirius, why is he causing trouble for him again?

He turned his head and looked over, and the other party was holding a goblet and raising a toast to him.

Only adding 1 Galleon? Looking down on who!

Lucius directly added to 25,000, and soon, Sirius added another 1 Galleon.

After a few rounds back and forth, the two-minute golden time slot had reached 42,000.

Everyone in the venue was shocked by the amazing financial power displayed by the two.

Others were adding dozens at a time, but Lucius was bidding thousands.

Sirius was even more ruthless, adding 1 Galleon at a time, as if he was deliberately provoking him.

Thinking of the 《Daily Prophet》 from some time ago, everyone looked at other time slots as if they understood something.

Let them have the golden time slot, the time before and after the match is actually quite good too.

When everyone focused on the names of Sirius and Lucius below, the pre-match time slot had already been bid up to 2,700 Galleons by Whitehorn of the Nimbus Racing Broom Company.

Cleansweep and Comet made their moves at the same time, and in just a few minutes, they pushed the amount to 6,000.

As for the bidding price for the golden time slot, it was already incomprehensible.

Two minutes for 100,000 Galleons, more than 500 per second.

Those wizards who wanted to withdraw dispelled their thoughts and stared blankly at the numbers at the top right of the projection screen, which were constantly being refreshed.

This is the strength of the top pure-blood families in the British magical community. Ordinary wizards cannot earn the wealth they casually use for bidding even if they struggle for ten lifetimes.

The gap is too big, making it impossible to raise any thoughts of resistance.

Can't compare, can't compare at all.

Accept reality, being able to participate in the bidding auction with the top pure-blood families is also a kind of honor. Instead of complaining about the gap between yourself and others, it's better to watch the fun.

At 10:50 AM, 10 minutes before the end of the auction, the two-minute golden time slot finally broke through the 300,000 mark and was impacting higher records.

Lucius, who had been raising the price, frowned and added another 5,000 Galleons.

He didn't doubt whether the Black family could come up with this money. What he didn't understand was what this lunatic Sirius was thinking. Was he spending hundreds of thousands of Galleons just to cause trouble for him?

There is no such thing as killing one thousand enemies and losing two thousand yourself, but this lunatic has been in Azkaban for 12 years, maybe he is really crazy.

Lucius looked at the amount of 376,001 and somewhat numbly entered the number 380,000.

The good bidding auction developed into a competition of wills, all because of that bizarrely appearing smear article.

The amount of 380,001 came into view, and he immediately added it directly to 400,000 Galleons.

The entire venue couldn't help but gasp, even the flying broomstick Big Three who were fiercely competing for the pre-match time slot.

There were still 10 minutes left until the end, and it seemed that the final amount would have to break 500,000.

The 8,000 Galleons for the pre-match time slot could only be regarded as a fraction compared to them.

A 10-fold difference was already exaggerated enough, a full 50-fold...

Vincent, at the center of the venue, was already laughing wildly in his heart.

Sirius is good at disgusting people, adding 1 Galleon at a time. If it were him, he would have almost lost his composure and broken down.

He looked at Lucius's gloomy face, and then looked at Sirius who was drinking his wine leisurely and entering amounts, and thought of a classic quote from his previous life.

"The life of the rich is so simple, unadorned, and boring."

"Cough cough--" He quickly coughed a few times, suppressing the urge to laugh loudly in his heart.

His ideological realm was still a bit low, it was just a mere hundreds of thousands of Galleons, even if it was earned for nothing, he should remain calm.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the price of the golden time slot successfully broke through 500,000 Galleons.

As for the pre-match time slot, it had reached 12,000, and the bid was from Whitehorn of the Nimbus Racing Broom Company.

And the amount for the post-match time, which was even more garbage time than garbage time, was not low, but it was all divided into 15 seconds with several hundred Galleons to a thousand, adding up to nearly 10,000 Galleons.

In the last 5 minutes, Lucius strangely stopped bidding.

Sirius guessed his thoughts at a glance and directly entered the amount of 666666.

If the previous 1 Galleon was provocation, then this addition of hundreds of thousands of Galleons in one breath was blatant contempt.

Could the proud pure-blood gentlemen endure this?

Lucius took a deep breath and looked at Mrs. Zabini and old Nott sitting next to him.

The Nobili brand is theirs, and this bidding auction was funded by several of their families together.

"If you all have no objections, I will continue to bid."

Compared to the research funds for a series of magical appliances, what is this 660,000 Galleons?

As long as Nobili uses the Triwizard Tournament to gain global recognition, the GG fees invested will be earned back sooner or later.

Seeing that the others had no objections, Lucius decisively entered the amount.