From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 212 Plan
Nimbus was not the only company that decided to advertise its new flying broomsticks at the Quidditch World Cup. Randolph Budmore, the inventor of the Firebolt, had also been eyeing this World Cup for a long time.

However, he made the plan much earlier than the Nimbus Broom Company. As soon as the venue of the Quidditch World Cup final was determined, he would vigorously promote his Firebolt broom in the local area. This is why Harry saw the Firebolt in the Quidditch boutique in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation between the second and third years.

Randolph Badmore was undoubtedly a marketing genius. Not only did he use hunger marketing which had not yet become popular in the wizarding world, he also ingeniously added special services to his brooms - providing warranty and recycling services according to the registration number hand-engraved before the sale.

However, Ivy believes that Randolph Badmore's customized services for Firebolt are just to cover up another fact.

For it is reported that Randolph Badmore employed goblins as hired laborers in the making of the Firebolt, and it is also a well-known fact that goblins have a very different conception of ownership than wizards.

They believe that the ownership of an item belongs to the person who made it for life, and that what wizards pay for is just the right to use the item. Usually these creatures, who live longer than wizards, will find a way to get the item back after their clients die.

The most famous treasure created by the goblins is Gryffindor's silver sword. It not only has the ability to automatically absorb substances that can enhance itself, but is also highly bound to the Sorting Hat. No matter where the sword is, it can be taken out of the hat by a true Gryffindor.

It is said that Gryffindor hired a goblin with the most exquisite skills and the most work orders to forge this sword. In goblin culture, goblins with this ability are considered rulers, that is, the most skilled craftsman is the Goblin King. In this way, the Goblin King can also be regarded as the king of workers.

The Gryffindor sword forged by the King of Workers is an outstanding magical item. Even the creator himself coveted the Gryffindor sword and sent goblins to steal the sword for many years. Although the goblins have never succeeded, the desire for the Gryffindor sword still lingers in the goblin society.

Since goblin craftsmen were hired to manufacture the Firebolt, these naturally miserly people would certainly regard the Firebolt itself as their own property. Ivy believes that Randolph Budmore's lifetime warranty and replacement service are just a convenient way to appease the goblin craftsmen who are very prone to strike. And it is very likely that the Firebolt cannot be passed down from generation to generation unless Randolph Budmore can get the special parts used to stabilize the Firebolt before the agreement with the goblin craftsmen expires.

However, considering the difference between the magic used by goblins and wizards, perhaps Randolph Badmore would not be able to overcome this problem until the Firebolt project failed.

The pneumatic spell invented by Ivy is different. It does not increase speed by higher power like the Firebolt, but focuses on the aerodynamic shape of the wizard's broom when flying. It is equivalent to replacing the aerodynamic layout of a modern car with the shell of an old car.

The advantage of this is that it can achieve a level of super-high speed flight similar to the Firebolt without significantly changing the original design specifications of the flying broom. The Firebolt is equivalent to replacing a classic car with a sports car engine, and in order to prevent the body from falling apart, the loan uses aviation alloys to manufacture the chassis and body.

In other words, Randolph Badmore spent a lot of money to put good things together, and finally let them cooperate temporarily with each other, and the fairy products that carry the core power components of the flying broom may run away at any time.

After dealing with Randolph Badmore's ridiculous Firebolt and Fudge's brain, which was filled with unknown things, Captain Nott's mead was also finished, and a certain basis of mutual trust was established between the three of them.

Ivy felt it was time to make a request to Nott that was insignificant to him.

"I heard that the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has an office related to house-elves?" Ivy sat on the velvet armchair he had conjured up, shaking the goblet with a little mead left in his hand.

"Ah, I think you mean the House-Elf Resettlement Office." Director Knott nodded. "Why, you want to find a house-elf to serve you? I'll take care of it. If you have any special requirements, you can tell me. For example, a house-elf who knows some special recipes."

"Great." Ivy directed the Grimoire of Destruction to fly out. "In fact, I'd like to find a young house-elf. Maybe three to five would be fine?"

The Book of Destruction flipped through the pages quickly without any wind, and soon came to the page belonging to the Room of Requirement.

Ivy tapped his wand, a bright silver light flashed, and the house-elf Diego suddenly appeared in the office.

The house-elf in a sack bowed deeply to Ivy and said respectfully, "Diego is at your service, Lord Doom."

"Very good, Diego, add some wine for us. The sweet wine with noble rot in my collection is good." Ivy gave his instructions.

"As you command." Diego nodded, and once again entered the pages of the Room of Requirement. He soon emerged dragging a bottle of wine with a luxurious packaging and golden liquid inside. In his other hand, he held three exquisite crystal glasses.

While Diego was pouring the wine, Ivy began to explain the whole story to Nott: "Although Diego serves me, he is not my house-elf. I now want to find a few young and ownerless house-elves and give them to Diego to train. When the training is completed, I will let Diego return to his master."

In fact, Ivy didn't just want to find a few house-elves like slaves, but wanted to study the magical contract between elves and wizards in depth. On the one hand, he really needed someone to help take care of the magical animals in the Room of Requirement, and on the other hand, he also wanted to use house-elves as the mother model and use magic to transform new housekeeper elves.

In Ivy's vision, these new elves are still a race that serves wizards, but they should wear decent clothes to change the awkward slave concept, and their appearance should be better looking. Perhaps growing hair is a good choice. In another video game that Ivy played before crossing over, the race called Yodel was good. At least their appearance is much more friendly than that of house elves.

"A few young house-elves?" Nott asked. "One house-elf is enough to take care of an entire huge manor. A few house-elves might..."

"It's not your fault, Albert." Ivy sniffed the aroma of the sweet wine. "I plan to build a castle in the future. You can compare it to Hogwarts."

"No wonder..." Nott showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and did not react much when Ivy called him by his name. "Hogwarts has more than a hundred elves serving the teachers and students...Okay, leave this matter to me. Once I find enough people, I will write to you."

"Great, I wish us a pleasant cooperation." Ivy raised his glass, clinked it with Nott's through the air, and then drank the golden liquid in the glass.

He stood up and said, "Let's stop here for today. Drinking too much during the day is not good after all."

"Let me give you a ride, Lord Doom." Nott quickly put down his wine glass and stood up.

"No need," Ivy used the telekinetic wizard's hand to push Nott back into the chair, "Lucius will be with me."

Nott, who was sitting in the chair, hadn't realized how he sat down before he saw Lucius had opened the office door for Ivy.

"I'll be waiting for your good news at Hogwarts, Director Nott."

Just as Nott was about to answer, the door slammed shut.

"Your wine..." Before leaving, Diego deliberately left the bottle of noble rot wine, which had only three glasses of it, on the table. As real liquid gold, this bottle of wine has a high value even in the wizarding world. After all, it is the favorite wine of the Flamel couple, the richest man in the international wizarding world.

In the corridor of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Ivy paced forward, with Lucius following behind him.

The two took the elevator down and returned to the lobby on the 8th floor. The wizards they met along the way ignored their strange combination, only because Ivy used magic to reduce their presence.

At this moment when Voldemort has not yet officially appeared, Ivy does not want to reveal too much information to his enemies.

Standing in front of the gilded fireplace in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, Ivy asked, "Do you have any recommendations? We are going to Hogsmeade."

"The Elegant Wizarding Clothing store in Hogsmeade," Lucius leaned forward and replied, "Our family shops there often, and the owner would not refuse us the use of his fireplace."

"Very good." Ivy grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace.

After shouting the name of the destination, he stepped into the suddenly rising green flames.

But in a flash, Ivy walked out of the fireplace in the Elegant Wizard Clothing Store.

The owner was a middle-aged witch in an intricate dress, and her eyes widened immediately upon seeing Ivy.

Lucius followed Ivy out of the fireplace, and his pale face seemed to bring great comfort to the owner.

"Lucius, you really gave me a fright."

But Lucius had no intention of exchanging pleasantries: "Maybe next time, Tauris. We are in a hurry."

The shop owner who was riding in Taurice muttered, "Okay, okay. Even if he is an old customer, he doesn't want to say hello. Go and do your business, Mr. Malfoy."

So Lucius and Ivy successfully escaped from the Elegant Wizarding Clothing Store and walked on the old cobblestone road in Hogsmeade.

Today is Saturday, and also the first Hogsmeade week after the New Year. Students fill every alley here, greatly increasing the income of the town's residents.

As usual, Ivy used magic to reduce the two people's presence to prevent them from being noticed by some strangers.

"Walk with me for a while, Lucius." Ivy walked out of the village. The Scottish Highlands have abundant water resources, especially near Hogwarts. There is not only the Black Lake connected to the sea, but also many streams flowing into the Black Lake through a river that bypasses Hogsmeade.

It was not yet spring, and the river near Hogsmeade was still frozen.

"You surprise me, Lucius." Ivy stared at the bare trees by the river and said, "Getting the position of Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation is indeed a good move. It is very conducive to the development of our plan."

"I will ensure that the new brooms of the Light Cycle Company are launched on schedule, and sponsor at least one finalist team to use all our new brooms." Lucius said in a deep voice, obviously very confident about this.

This kind of business matter was a piece of cake for him. On the one hand, he intended to help the brooms of the Nimbus Company become famous again among the wizarding communities in other countries by obtaining the position of Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. On the other hand, it was for consideration of the future.

The market for magical animal materials in the UK is limited. Once the magical animal base at Hogwarts starts to produce some, it will have to be exported abroad. Lucius will be able to escort the foreign trade of magical animal materials as the director, which is also for the consideration of the school board and Ivy's business.

But that's not what Ive was thinking about.

"It is indeed necessary to do business well." Ivy paused and continued, "But this is not what I planned."

With Ivy's snap of his fingers, a blue magical light spread out around him and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

No one was hiding nearby.

Ivy continued to describe his plan: "We need to use this world event to send a message to Voldemort."

Lucius's breath hitched slightly, and he couldn't help but lean back.

"Since we killed Voldemort who was attached to Quirrell last year, he has been hiding like a rat. It's really unpleasant to have him hiding in the dark all the time, so we need him to show up on his own." Ivy turned and stared at Lucius. "In other words, we need your other identity, Lucius."

"Death Eaters..." Lucius was in a trance for a moment, and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple and there's no risk." Ivy said with a smile, "All we need to do is make some noise after the World Cup final and let everyone know that it was done by the Death Eaters. The Ministry of Magic will suspect you but won't be able to find any evidence. We need to lure Voldemort to our door in person."

"But... the mysterious man is a master of Legilimency... once I meet him again, everything in his mind will be exposed... and your plan will be ruined..." Lucius' face was pale, and he obviously felt that Ivy was asking him to die, but his words did not reveal his true thoughts, only his sincere concern for Ivy.

　There is another chapter tonight. I want to try to update 10,000 words a day...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)