This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Lucius quickly entered the amount of 800,000, but stopped just as he was about to click confirm.

"What is it?" Mrs. Zabini asked anxiously, "There's less than 3 minutes left. The Black family is wealthy, but they can't easily come up with 800,000 Galleons."

Lucius lowered his hand. "Calm down, Lucretia. I think we've fallen for their trick."

Old Nott instantly understood. "The Black kid is trying to make us spend a fortune to get the GG?"

Indeed, before they were only increasing by 1 Galleon at a time, but as soon as they saw them stop, they added tens of thousands in one go.

Why would they do this? To provoke them, of course.

Mrs. Zabini turned her exquisite face, her charming eyes glancing at Sirius Black, who was leaning lazily against the back of his chair. "Lucius, how did you offend him?"

Her teasing tone made Lucius quite embarrassed.

He had just spent a sum of money to clean up Fudge's mess, and before he could even catch his breath, he was faced with such a frustrating situation.

It was all because of that bizarre smear article. If he didn't know "old friend" Fudge's personality so well, he would have suspected that this was a scheme they had concocted together.

Fine, so everyone thinks of Lucius Malfoy as a sucker, huh? Fine, they just won't invest in GG for the Nobilis brand. It's not like they can't use traditional advertising channels. It'll just be less effective and cost more Galleons, which isn't really a problem.

Just then, Sirius Black, who had been slumped in his chair, suddenly stood up.

He bowed to Lucius with particular grace. "Thank you for Nobilis's generosity. Our newly established 'Prongs' brand will gladly accept the golden time slot for the GG."

Prongs brand? What the hell is that?

Lucius took another deep breath. He remembered when they entered the venue.

He originally thought that Vincent's friendly chat with them was just to build a good relationship, but now it seemed that they, like him, had established a new magical appliance brand.

So, they would be competitors in the future.

Lucius glanced at the time.

There were less than ten seconds left, and there was no time to change the price.

He hurriedly reached out and clicked the confirmation button on the projection screen in front of him with an anxious expression.

At 11 a.m., the golden time slot for the Triwizard Tournament's global broadcast GG was finally won by the Nobilis brand for 800,000 Galleons.

When the projection screen displayed this line of text, Sirius Black, who should have been disappointed, was instead beaming with smiles.

The last wave of extreme pulling was his victory.

A full 800,000 Galleons, what a huge bleeding!

Vincent, who earned a fortune for nothing, couldn't be happier.

Especially since he earned the money from pure-blood lords, he would probably be laughing in his dreams for a while.

Mrs. Zabini looked at Lucius with a puzzled expression. "Are you crazy? If Black was just talking nonsense, we would have lost hundreds of thousands of Galleons for nothing!"

Old Nott reached out to stop her. "Lucretia, don't you understand? This is a conspiracy against us."

From the moment they stepped into this damned venue, the Nobilis brand was destined to bleed heavily.

Unless they could give up the opportunity to run GG for the global magical community, give up the vast international market, otherwise they would have to grit their teeth and accept even a million Galleons.

Although Mrs. Zabini was a woman, she was not a stupid one. After a little serious thought, she understood.

"These bastards!" After cursing, she glared fiercely at the center of the venue.

The beaming Vincent was announcing the results of the bidding, and her eyes became more and more fierce.

This little brat was the biggest winner, and the whole thing was definitely inseparable from him.

They had already suffered a loss with the Wizard Cards two years ago, and today they had fallen for it again.

Mrs. Zabini angrily picked up the goblet on the table and drank it all in one gulp. "You should have listened to me back then and killed this little beast. He'll be a constant source of trouble."

Including Lucius, they all flashed a moment of regret.

But no matter how regretful they were, it was useless. Now he was no longer an unknown person, and his magical level could even face three Death Eaters alone.

Several long sighs were enough to explain their mood at this time.

After Vincent happily announced the results, he raised his hand and gently snapped his fingers.

Several long dining cars slowly entered the venue and stopped along the marble floor in front of the platinum long table near the center.

He walked to one of the dining cars and picked up a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket on it.

"Today is a wonderful day, and I hope everyone will grace us with their presence at the upcoming banquet."

Vincent turned around and raised the bottle in his hand to Lucius and the others. "Relax, I never like serious occasions. This is just a simple luncheon."

He shook the champagne and slowly opened the bottle cap.

With a "bang", the golden liquid in the bottle burst open the sealed cork, spraying out a large number of floating, brightly colored bubbles.

Vincent poured the champagne into a goblet on the dining car, then picked it up and raised it to everyone. "I wish you all a wonderful day, please enjoy yourselves!"

Some were happy and some were sad. For most wizards who were already in a mood to watch the fun, as long as there was nothing urgent, they were very willing to attend Wayne Enterprises' banquet.

But for the pure-blood lords who had been badly tricked, they were unwilling to stay for even a second longer.

Lucius walked towards the exit of the venue with a gloomy face.

"Haha—" Sirius Black stopped in front of them, holding a goblet. "Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy."

Mrs. Zabini and Old Nott had extremely ugly faces, but Lucius squeezed out a hypocritical smile.

However, his voice was extremely cold. "Mr. Black, I must thank you for your accomplishment."

Sirius Black nodded with a beaming smile. "It's noon now, why don't you stay and have something to eat?"

Lucius looked at the venue, which was gradually becoming lively. "Forget it, I can't afford Wayne Enterprises' hospitality."

Sirius Black shook the goblet in his hand with particular regret, taking a small sip of champagne. "Well, you are all very busy people, and you really don't have time to waste here."

The lords watched his chic departure with itchy teeth, but soon showed their due demeanor, even if they had been heavily bled, they walked out of the venue with elegant steps.

Vincent, who was talking with the head of the Cleansweep Broom Company, almost laughed out loud when he saw this scene.

He took a sip of champagne to ease the awkwardness. "Sorry, Mr. Ollerton, we're not talking about business today. Besides, the Flying Boots are still a long way from mass production."

Whitehorn and Theo, who were nearby, breathed a slight sigh of relief when they heard this.

Although Nimbus lost to Cleansweep in the GG auction before the game, as long as they stabilized the British base before the Flying Boots were officially mass-produced, they would still have a good chance of surviving.

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