great-warnovel Chapter 330 Time Waits for No One
Chapter 330 Time Waits for No One
Chapter 330 Time Waits for No One
"Beauxbatons and Hogwarts have a friendship that spans a thousand years. The exchanges and cooperation between the two schools in the past far exceed those of Durmstrang, which is also one of the three prestigious schools," Mrs. Maxim said slowly.
"Even setting aside the history that predates the portrait, the friendship between Dumbledore and Nick Flamel is admirable."
As we all know, Nick Flamel died in the Fiendfyre in Paris while protecting Dumbledore, a debt Dumbledore can never repay. Beauxbatons, who has always considered himself Nick Flamel's successor, naturally wants to play the emotional card and soften Hermione's attitude.
"If Dumbledore were sitting here, perhaps the effect would be even better," Cinta thought to herself.
They already knew the White Wizard was a ghost, and ghosts are very prone to dwelling on the past and getting stuck in certain emotions. If Hogwarts sent Dumbledore to negotiate, Beauxbatons could easily play the emotional card and get the old bee to make huge concessions out of guilt and self-blame.
But wizards aren't fools. They've long held the consensus that ghosts shouldn't make important decisions. Even Dumbledore himself has been intentionally delegating more decision-making power to McGonagall and Hermione.
"Compared to the scheming Durmstrang, Beauxbatons is full of sincerity and goodwill." Maxim tried his best to make his eyes appear clear and genuine.
In fact, from her personal perspective, that's exactly what she thought. In terms of personal relationships, she and Hagrid had maintained a good relationship for a long time, but in recent years, due to many things, Hagrid no longer wanted to see her.
"Hogwarts has won a great victory, and everyone can see a bright future for you."
"But potential is just potential; you lack the material foundation to realize those futures one by one," Sinta analyzed sincerely.
"By joining forces with Beauxbatons, our strengths will complement each other, allowing us to build a city that surpasses Malfoyburg and become a powerful force that surpasses the Malay Party!"
These words are very pertinent and not vague. Hogwarts has great strength but is poor, while Beauxbatons has the world's strongest production capacity and the most complete production line, but it lacks top-notch experts.
If both sides could truly put aside their selfish motives and work together, they could actually suppress the UMNO party led by Grindelwald.
But the key to the problem lies in setting aside selfishness and working together.
Hermione had never seen what Beauxbatons was like inside, but from Fleur's life and the information Cinta revealed, she could sense that it was a place where everyone was selfish and self-serving, where people devoured each other without hesitation.
Gallon and the ability to earn Gallon are above human dignity. A life without value is not even considered a commodity. In the Salt Hall, which is hidden in the dark depths of the carriage, in the dark underground assembly line of the Pyrenees, how many children who are both students and laborers have wasted their short lives?
Hermione disliked these merchants from the bottom of her heart, and neither Fleur nor Mrs. Maxime, who had helped Fleur, could change her bad impression of Beauxbatons.
So, are we hoping that these merchants will put aside their selfish motives and join forces with Hogwarts to build a beautiful wizarding holy site that surpasses Malfoy Castle and is better than the Mafia?
Not wanting to offend the two ladies, Hermione didn't argue. Instead, she waved her hand, turning the city design drawings that had been laid out on the table into a three-dimensional city model.
The majestic castle of the magic academy sits atop a high ground, surrounded by shallow waters dotted with Venetian-style buildings. Boats sail on the shallow waters, and further afield, in the dry land and old Hogsmeade, the area transforms into a well-planned urban district with streets running north-south.
Banks, post offices, pubs, bookstores, hotels, hospitals.
Like a Muggle city, or a wizard's dwelling, the strange houses and neat layout give this envisioned city a unique charm.
Queen Elizabeth's vision of London, manifested through her very life, inspired Hermione greatly; she gazed upon that vision for far too long.
I also learned a lot.
"Phase one, let's finish this part first." Her finger traced the ruins of Old Hogsmeade, and the corresponding city buildings lit up, like paper models with light bulbs lit inside.
"The fairies provide the technology, Beauxbatons provide the money," she said in an unquestionable tone.
"You can have 30% of the subsequent profits," she said to the directors.
"Not counting your own businesses, it's 30% of all land and taxes."
She knew that Hogwarts simply couldn't afford any more Galleons, and Beauxbatons' arrival was crucial. Rather than exchanging power for it, Galleons would be a better option.
Although this will be a huge loss in the future, it is equivalent to binding Beauxbatons firmly to the war machine. This is the biggest concession she can make. Allowing these businessmen to enter the decision-making level or to influence the life and death of a certain field is something she cannot accept.
"But—" The board members were not satisfied.
Galonnais alone could no longer satisfy these people's ambitions; they had so much money that it was beyond counting, inexhaustible, and meaningless.
What they need is status, power, and the feeling of truly controlling a major force.
The banking and financial industry is where they began their infiltration and power grab. No matter how much Galleons they earn, it is not as valuable as controlling the Wizard Bank.
When the goblins rebelled, besides openly helping Muggles, their crucial role was to undermine and destroy the wizarding economy. It was from that time that the wizards realized the power of the Galon.
"Plus the trade channels of the coexisting goblins." Hermione turned to look at the envious Gnuck, but the goblins already had the Cold-Blooded Mother of the Silver and were no longer eligible to participate in the new round of bidding.
The Finger Witch only offered more money, without any intention of relinquishing control, which made the board members somewhat impatient.
In their eyes, Hogwarts was now penniless, with so many wounded and so many mouths to feed, all waiting for medicine and food, and there was absolutely no room for bargaining with Beauxbatons.
There's no benefit to this little girl stubbornly holding on. If she drives away Beauxbatons, Hogwarts might not even last a week!
Just as they were about to say something tough, a glowing stag Patronus hopped into the office and whispered something in Hermione's ear.
"Miss Granger, you may need to reconsider your idea—" a wizard director said in a slightly stiff tone. He needed to let the young girl know what Hogwarts was facing now.
But the next moment, Hermione turned around: "Yes, it's 25% now."
The board members were surprised; why had the price suddenly dropped?
Hermione smiled at them and said, "Vagadu's people are here."
"And as far as I know, Iphamoni's men are also on their way."