Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

Moqil was chatting with Annabel on the side. It could be seen that the girl was having a hard time trying not to pretend that she didn't know Gray. Moqil's chatting relieved her.

"I am willing to reach a cooperation. Please tell me the general situation first. The details need to be discussed after I return to Hogwarts."

Facing Mochier's promise, Annabell looked like it was natural.

As for the integrity of these "upper class people", she has already seen through it after three years in the Gray Family Consortium.

Especially these sages who study magic. Everyone thinks that sages are noble and disdain to cooperate with financial groups, letting money tarnish noble academics.

Gray's father, Annabel's former boss, once told her, "A wise man never lasts longer than half an hour..."

Even after Moqier agreed to "reach an intention to cooperate", he felt that he had been a little hasty.

The Gray family is definitely one of the big dogs in the British wizarding world. Mochir knew when he was studying that this family started with potions, but their top business was not potions for wizards.

How much social value can a wizard produce in a year? Besides, many wizards can brew their own potions.

The most daring attempt of this family was that they found a relationship with the British Muggle National Medical Department and the Ministry of Magic, Muggled the potion, boiled it into small sugar-coated capsules, and then sold it to Muggles.

The profits can be seen from the British medical representatives who travel to hospitals around the world every year. The Gray family's medical representatives account for more than 70%.

Although it would be great to have a lot of Galleons to squander, the addition of companies will inevitably cause the laboratory to lose a small part of its autonomy.

This is not in line with my original intention.

Of course, you don't have to deal with what you agreed to. Anyway, it's just a verbal intention between two people, and there is no document yet.

Moqier asked tentatively, "How much are you going to invest?"

"This depends on the comprehensive evaluation of the inspection team and the final decision of the directors." Annabell adjusted her glasses. Her potions knowledge was limited to teaching at Hogwarts, and it had been almost three years since she graduated. It was also given to the Head of Slytherin House. The advice she gave Gray before was only based on the ranking of potions in the speech conference.

Do we need a professional inspection team?

Moqier was a little unhappy. Before a cooperation was reached, the identity and ability of the researcher were required. This was very capitalist.

But Gray wasn't like Annabelle who did things in such a flawless manner. He patted Gray carelessly and said, "Anna, Mochir is my best friend in Hogwarts. By the way, Mochiel, where do you work now?"

Annabelle: Is this your best friend?

Mochir also had a black line on his forehead and explained angrily: "I stayed at Hogwarts and am now a professor of Muggle Studies."

"Wow!"

Gray exclaimed, and then his eyes were full of sympathy, "Moqil, so now you have to be locked up in that castle all day... This is too miserable!"

Well, Mochir finally knew why Gray wanted to make the "coffin" in the shape of Hogwarts Castle, to blow up the school... Only a rich and average guy like Gray could figure it out.

Now Mochir seriously suspects that Gray's visit to the zombies is just a pretext.

You have to be careful about this guy, he is a dangerous person who is really capable of blowing up Hogwarts.

Suddenly, Gray seemed to have discovered a cat and mouse, and turned around furtively, "Okay, okay, Moqil, I have something to do. Let's talk about it later." He disappeared in a flash.

Annabell finally couldn't hold it any longer, and she cursed angrily, "That's what Master Gray is like!"

The Hogwarts group was completely unaware of the situation. A witch with skin like black satin came over in an imposing manner. Looking at her, she looked like an angry black panther.

"Where is the man who was standing here just now?" The witch held the wand tightly in her hand and gritted her teeth as she spoke.

Mochir pointed casually at the crowd.

This young man, you know, is a firewood person, especially in a dry place like Africa. He can light it at a moment's notice. After the firewood has dried up, he realizes that he shouldn't light the fire. So what can he do?

The two Wagadu students who had become good friends with Cedric, Shitou and Cotton looked at each other. After a long time, Shitou said in horror: "It's over, Nyiragongo volcano is about to erupt again!"

Cotton was silent, her eyes full of fear.

Everyone looked at each other, none of them expected that this witch could scare two students who could turn into an elephant and a bear like this...

Nyiragongo volcano, the most dangerous volcano in Africa, was actually named after this witch.

Cedric asked with some uncertainty to the friend he had just become acquainted with: "Stone, is that person... a very powerful witch?"

His wording was very euphemistic, but it still made the two young wizards of Wagadu feel excited.

Shitou quickly looked around, then patted his chest and whispered: "Her name is Monroe, she is our Transfiguration teacher... once, she almost peeled off my whole skin in class!"

hiss……

Even Moqier couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. This is really... a strict master makes a good disciple!

Sorry, my friend, I will talk to your father about the gold galleons you invested.

The students chatted animatedly, but Moqil noticed another person, the wizard from Tanzania.

Mochir walked over with a glass of wine and said hello politely, "Hello, Mr. Ling (he introduced him during his speech), I am Mochir Cavendish from Hogwarts. .”

Hearing Moqil's name, the wizard named Ling also seemed very happy. He stood up and shook Moqil's hands enthusiastically, and said excitedly: "Professor Cavendish, I saw your poster, it's really cool." It’s very interesting, I can’t wait to hear your report!”

Moqier smiled and cheered to each other, exchanging business words, "Mr. Ling, I will introduce it in detail in the afternoon. Our research is very similar. I am studying the soul of wizards, and you are studying the magic power of wizards. Going forward, If you push it a bit, maybe our research directions will reach the same goal through different approaches."

"Yes, I think so too. The power of wizards comes from magic, and magic comes from emotions - or something else we haven't observed, maybe the soul."

Mochir nodded, "The substance you extracted is very interesting. The preparation process has been explained in detail in the paper. I would like to order some of that algae from you to repeat the experiment?" As he said, he pondered, " After all, Lake Natron... is the River Styx on the ground, the Bathhouse of Death, and I may not have the ability to enter the depths there."

Moqier will not risk his life for a problem that can be solved with money!

The wizard named Ling happily agreed to the deal. The two parties exchanged addresses and agreed to contact each other by letter after the meeting.