Chapter 850: Broomstick Production Plan

"It's incredible, I always thought it was my mother's exclusive secret, how did you know?" Tonks said.

"As long as you read more books, I recommend you to read the book "Detailed Explanation of Hundreds of Commonly Used Household Magic". Read it before.

He is interested in various spellcasting tips, which can maximize the effect of spells.

Aiwen originally planned to find out the rules through statistical reasoning methods and apply them to other magic.

He has already figured out a lot of skills, but it is still in the initial stage of exploration until now.

"It's really helpful to read more books, but I can't read them all the time," said Tonks, slamming the lid of the case shut. She pointed her wand at Hedwig's cage again and said, "Clean it up." , the few feathers and some feces inside disappeared immediately.

"It's much better now, to be honest, I've never been very good at these household spells. Now, Harry, have you got everything? Suitcase? Cauldron? Broom? Whoa! Firebolt? "

Her eyes fell on the broomstick Harry was holding in his right hand, and her eyes widened.

This is Harry's pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, a broomstick of international standard.

"Sirius gave me..." Harry stammered.

After Aiwen just explained, he knew that Tonks was related to Sirius and was his niece.

"Rich Black family, this broom is worth all of my wealth, and I'm riding a Comet 260." Tonks said enviously, "Okay, let's go down and grab your wand. Well, the box moves."

Harry's case floated a few inches above the ground, and Tonks held her wand like a conductor with a baton, letting the case float unsteadily across the room and out the door ahead of them, her He held Hedwig's cage in his left hand.

Alvin took Harry's cauldron, and Harry followed her down the stairs with his broomstick.

By the time they got back to the kitchen, Moody had put the Eye on, and the cleansed eye was spinning so fast it was disgusting.

Kingsley and Sturgis were studying the microwave oven carefully. Heska was rummaging in the drawer and found a potato peeler, and she was laughing at it now.

"We were leaving in about a minute, and Black wrote a letter to the Muggle family here in your godfather's name," said Moody, taking a letter from his bosom, "just when he knew we were coming to pick him up." You sent it by mail, he wanted to tell your aunt and uncle something, by the way, explain to them why you left, and tell them not to worry."

"They won't worry, if they come back and find me gone, they'll just be happy," said Harry.

"I don't quite know what those Muggles are thinking," said Moody gruffly, his eyes falling on Harry's wand, which had been slipped in the back pocket of his jeans. "Don't leave the wand in there, Potter, if it catches fire What to do? You know, wizards stronger than you have burned their asses off."

"You know Huai burned his ass off?" Tonks asked with interest.

"Never mind, just don't keep your wand in your trouser pocket!" Mad-Eye said angrily. "This is basic wand safety rules. No one cares about it now. I understand it. You two Come here, I will give you phantom bodies."

Next, Moody cast the Disillusionment Curse on Ivan and Harry in turn.

His wand struck them both on the top of their heads, and it felt like an egg had been cracked on the head, as if a cold stream flowed into the body from where the wand struck.

Ivan saw himself and Harry next to him seem to have turned into a human chameleon, and the color and texture became exactly the same as the kitchen equipment behind them.

Before coming here, Moody had cast the Disillusionment Charm on him once.

Ivan can be sure that Mad-Eye wasn't tapping that hard at the time, and he must be angry because of Harry's wand.

With a gloomy look, Moody led the crowd out to the beautiful lawn.

Harry was studying the broomstick that Ivan was holding. It was not the type that could be seen on the market, but it was a bit like the old broom with the moon sign he saw in the "Broomstick Care Manual", which had a magic spell on it to keep it clean and silver light.

Others were studying the Firebolt in Harry's hands, sparing no words of admiration or envy.

Aiwen is also studying broomsticks. From the amazed and envious eyes of everyone around him, he suddenly realized that making broomsticks is a lucrative and extremely high-end industry with a bright future.

He hadn't studied this aspect before, and only thought that young wizards were interested in broomsticks, but now it seemed that was not the case.

The broomstick is also very attractive to adult wizards. They are willing to pay more for a broom and have this ability.

As the main means of transportation for wizards, broomsticks are to the wizarding world what cars are to the Muggle world.

The Sweeping series is a local brand in the UK. Although it is still the mainstream in the market, it is already on the decline, and it is not seen abroad. The mainstream broomsticks include Comet series, Meteor series, Silver Arrow series, Nimbus series and Firebolt series. It is produced in other European countries, mainly in the United States, France, Germany and Spain.

Ai Wen suddenly had an idea, because of the advertising revenue of "Hogwarts Wizardry", the profit sharing of Diagon Alley stores, the rewards from the Egyptian Ministry of Magic, and the looting of the goblin Zusay's treasury, he now has a lot of money in his hands. Instead of leaving it idle, Garen might as well use it to create a broom factory.

This money is enough to meet product development and production costs. Aiwen also has a few good ideas, and even uses alchemy to speed up and improve safety.

If successful, it will be the only broomstick on the market, surpassing even the Firebolt.

Aiwen is confident that he will spread his broom brand all over the world. He plans to discuss it with Hermione after returning home and start implementing it very soon.

"Clear night sky!" murmured Moody, his magic eye scanning the sky and his normal eye on Harry. "We fly forward in tight formation, you two children in the middle, No matter what, we can't mess up the formation, understand? If any of us are killed..."

"Is that possible?" Harry asked worriedly, but Moody ignored him.

"Others continue to fly forward, can't stop, can't mess up the formation. When necessary, you can use magic. Ivan, you follow Harry and do everything you can to protect him. If they kill us all, only You're alive, Harry, and there are follow-on guards ready to take over. Keep flying east, and they'll join you."

"Don't be so jubilant, Mad-Eye, or he'll think we're not serious," said Tonks, tying Harry's trunk, cauldron and Hedwig's cage to a sling hanging from her broom superior.

"I'm just telling this kid the plan," Moody said grimly. "Our job is to get him safely to the command post, and if we die on the way..."

"Nobody's going to die," said Kingsley Shacklebolt in a peaceful low voice.

"Harry, can you take me with a Firebolt?" Ivan thought for a while and said, "You know, I'm not very good at riding a broomstick, and if something really happens in a while, I can take me with me when necessary. You Apparate, and being spotted by the Ministry of Magic is better than being killed, isn't it?"

Harry nodded, worry written all over his little face. Browse and read the address: