This Hogwarts isn't normal.

That afternoon, *The Daily Prophet* reported in detail on the Wayne Enterprises' bidding event.

The headline news shifted from predicting the Triwizard Tournament to a photo of Vincent chatting happily with Devlin Whitehorn of the Comet broom company. The next page, intentionally or unintentionally, featured photos of the pure-blood lords leaving the venue.

Although taken from a distance, anyone could tell they were not in a good mood.

Hogwarts Castle,

Eighth floor, the Room of Requirement.

"Tsk, tsk—" Fred, sprawled on the sofa, shook his head as he looked at the newspaper in his hand. "These pure-blood lords are really rich, willing to spend 800,000 Galleons for a GG."

George, sprawled on the other side of the sofa, suddenly sat up. "So, our big boss Wayne is raking it in?"

The others all turned to look at Hermione, who had just put down a Muggle car magazine.

"You—"

"Boss lady~" The twins jumped off the sofa and ran up to her with fawning expressions.

Fred heated up the cold tea and respectfully handed it to her with both hands. "Hehe~ Boss lady, please have some tea~"

George flexed his wrist and gently massaged her shoulders. "You've worked hard. Just tell us what you need, and we'll be there at your beck and call~"

Cedric shuddered, turned away, and whispered to Cho, occasionally glancing at the twins with disdain.

Hermione took the tea from Fred as if nothing were amiss, then shrugged her left shoulder. "A little more pressure here."

"You got it~"

Daphne, accustomed to this, continued to tutor her sister Astoria.

The twins had always been shameless, but for them to be this shameless, it was all because the development funds for their new prank products were running low.

The British wizarding world was now threatened by Death Eaters, and wizards generally did not run around casually except for work.

Even when going out, they were extremely cautious. Some professions with more dangerous natures, such as hunting and gathering, had significantly reduced output.

The market was sluggish, prices were rising, and some rare materials had soared several times in price.

Although the scale of the wizarding world was far smaller than Muggle society, the most basic financial rules still had to be followed.

"Boss lady~ You see, we're working so hard, so can we..."

Hermione put down her teacup, between laughter and tears. "How much do you want to borrow?"

Fred rubbed his large hands sheepishly. "The materials we need have increased several times in price, so we probably need around 500 Galleons."

Without another word, Hermione took out a makeup box with an Undetectable Extension Charm from her robe pocket and took out a small, exquisite white money bag from it.

She thought for a moment and took out a dozen Galleons from the bag.

Just as the twins were disappointed, thinking she would only lend them a dozen Galleons, she gave the entire money bag to Fred.

"Consider this money an investment in your research. Just remember not to tell Vincent."

Fred hugged the heavy money bag tightly. "Boss lady~ You're so good to us~"

George massaged her shoulders even more vigorously. "If you ever need anything, we brothers will climb Werewolf Mountain and dive to the bottom of the Black Lake to get it done for you!"

Hermione twitched her lips. "Alright, I still want to read my magazine. Be careful when you go out to buy materials."

"Roger!" The twins returned to their usual playful state.

After they left the Room of Requirement, she continued to read her car magazine.

Daphne then got up and sat next to her.

"Mrs. Wayne, you didn't used to be this easy to talk to."

Hermione tilted her head at her. "What do you mean? Seamus and Dean often borrow my homework too."

Daphne narrowed her eyes. "There must be at least a thousand Galleons in that money bag, right? You really dare to lend it to them?"

"I believe in them." Hermione glanced at the newspaper on the table. "Besides, the money I've saved over the years isn't even enough to bid for a GG, so I might as well invest in their new prank products."

Daphne thought about it and realized that she was right. "What if their research fails and your investment goes down the drain?"

Hermione blinked mischievously. "I have a good girlfriend who is a wealthy heiress."

"Oh?" Daphne smiled mischievously. "Oh yeah, you also have a husband who is particularly good at making money~"

Hermione's face instantly turned red. "Daphne! What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm telling the truth~"

She turned her face away in annoyance and continued to look at the magazine. "I'm too busy to pay attention to you right now. Go find someone else."

Daphne put away her mischievous smile. "Okay, I know you're shy. I won't tease you anymore."

"Hehe." Hermione didn't look up, focusing on the magazine in her hand.

Daphne shook her head with an old-fashioned air and went back to tutoring her sister.

The afternoon passed quickly, and Vincent returned to the castle in a cheerful mood in the middle of dinner.

As soon as he walked into the Great Hall, the twins set off a magical firework each.

"Warmly celebrate President Wayne's triumphant return!"

Several little snakes at the Slytherin table instantly lost their appetite.

Especially Draco, whose face was as pale as Lucius's during the day.

"Hmph! A bunch of idiots!"

Vincent, feeling something, turned his head and looked over, surrounded by the Gryffindors.

Draco glared at him fiercely, as if he was about to bite him.

Vincent's already bright smile widened.

After more than two years, the pure-blood lords were once again scammed.

Although it wasn't as serious as last time, this was only the beginning.

"We're having a party in the club activity room tonight. I'm going to ask Professor Dumbledore for permission!"

The twins cheered immediately. "Long live President Wayne!"

Fleur, sitting next to Hermione, stared blankly at his departing figure. "A party? Can your students organize parties whenever they want?"

"Yeah." Hermione picked up a napkin and gently wiped her mouth. "Professor Dumbledore is very good to us. He usually agrees to requests that aren't too outrageous."

Fleur's pretty face was full of envy. "That's great. Our school only has something that barely qualifies as a party at Christmas. The rest of the time, we have to maintain good manners."

Compared to Beauxbatons' strict management system, Hogwarts was indeed a little too relaxed.

Fleur looked puzzled at the students who were finishing dinner at an extremely fast pace and running out of the hall in a hurry.

"Why are they in such a hurry?"

Hermione shrugged at her. "There are many things to prepare for a party, such as decorating the activity room, preparing drinks, cooking food, and so on."

Fleur looked surprised. "You mean, you often have parties?"

"Yeah, about once a month."

Without comparison, there is no harm. If time magic could go back to 7 years ago, Fleur might have cried and begged her parents to move to England.

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