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Chapter 633: Wade: A Profitable Idea
Wade raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Your intel’s impressive. Shapeshifting Gummy has only been around for a week.”
“Haha!” Machionni rubbed his hands together with excitement. “How many Animagus Wizards are there in the entire Wizarding World? This Candy lets you transform into any animal form—just launched, and already it’s sparked a buzz. I only heard whispers from a few friends.”
He glanced at Wade, a hint of mock reproach in his voice. “Wade, my dear, beloved Wade—what kind of Relationship do we have? You’ve got such a brilliant product, and I only found out about it a full week later!”
“You’re mistaken,” Wade shook his head, smiling. “Shapeshifting Gummy was mainly Fred and George’s invention. I helped refine it a bit, but it’s hardly my product.”
“Fred and George?” Machionni’s eyes lit up. “Looks like Hogwarts might be gaining two more outstanding Alchemists! I knew those twins had potential! Where are they now? I need to talk to them about distribution channels—”
He craned his neck, scanning the stands. Gryffindor students were easy to spot—wearing scarves of gold and red, some even perched with lion-shaped hats. The twins, with their unmistakable fiery red hair, were always the center of attention. Machionni didn’t need much time to spot them amid the crowd.
Just as he was about to make his way over, Wade said, “I’d suggest you abandon that idea.”
Machionni froze. Then realization hit. His grin froze mid-motion.
He turned to Wade, eyes wide with disbelief, lips trembling. After a long silence, he whispered, “Which scoundrel tricked the Weasley twins? No one could offer me better terms! If someone did, they must’ve dug a hole and lured them away with lies! Don’t fall for it!”
His expression—desperate, wounded—was that of a jilted lover staring at a cheating lover.
Wade suppressed a laugh. “You misunderstood. There’s no other partner. Fred and George simply planned to make it the flagship product of their Joke Shop.”
Machionni: “….”
A flicker of comfort. But it only deepened his despair. He now understood—when a young dream clashed with adult ambition, no amount of persuasion or incentive could sway them. His chances of securing the rights to Shapeshifting Gummy were now vanishingly slim.
It felt like losing a fortune in Galleons. Machionni writhed in inner agony—until he caught Wade’s gaze, warm with concern.
Suddenly, his mood lifted.
The Weasley twins were brilliant, yes—quirky, inventive minds—but they were too playful, too careless. They lacked discipline. They wasted their talent.
But Wade? He was the real goldmine—steady, brilliant, endlessly innovative. And with Wade’s personality, he’d never bother running a shop. He’d rather spend his days in research than in commerce.
Wade got along well with the twins. If Machionni pushed too hard to convince them to hand over the rights, he’d risk souring their relationship with Wade—something he couldn’t afford.
In just a few seconds, Machionni’s thoughts spun through a dozen scenarios. After weighing his interests, he exhaled, the tension in his chest easing. His mouth twitched awkwardly, then, with effort, he managed a smile.
“Ah… I see. Young people need dreams, that’s natural…” Machionni forced a brave tone. “Where is their shop located? Perhaps I can still offer some support…”
“Actually,” Wade smiled, “it’s still just a plan.”
“Fine,” Machionni said. “Once they pick a location, don’t hesitate to contact me. First-time shopkeepers always get burned without experience.”
“Then I’ll thank you in advance,” Wade said.
Machionni sighed, leaning in slightly. “Um… Wade… Daydream Quill was already half a year ago. Any new inventions lately?”
Looking into those bright, eager eyes, Wade almost felt a pang of guilt. He’d just been trying to comfort the man, but a sudden idea had struck him—then, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
“There’s no new invention,” he said, stroking his chin, “but I do have a profitable idea…”
Machionni’s eyes snapped wide open—like someone had cast a Sunlight Charm on them. He barely waited for the question. “What? Your idea has to be brilliant! Tell me!”
Wade paused, organizing his thoughts. “I have a hunch: the Wizarding World has too few forms of entertainment. Wizards tend to be distant from one another. After Departing School, even family and old friends rarely gather.”
Machionni nodded. He didn’t argue—though he privately thought adults naturally kept their distance. Still, he saw no reason to contradict Wade.
Wade continued. “The World Cup draws 100,000 spectators. The Maze Game is wildly popular at Hogwarts. And the demand for Streaming Mirrors and Magic Puppets shows how much people crave fun. They’re all trying to spice up their lives.”
Magic provided self-sufficiency—most wizards had no financial stress. But due to the isolated nature of the wizarding world and their tendency to live apart, they lacked entertainment, lacked connection.
In short: wizards were rich in material wealth, but starved for spirit. There was little leisure, little play. So when something new appeared, it sparked a frenzy.
Ordinary people had once been the same. But as society evolved, games and diversions sprouted like mushrooms after rain. With billions of minds, humanity had designed countless ways to entertain themselves.
Wade asked, “Machionni, have you ever visited a Muggle amusement park?”
Machionni hesitated. “Of course I have. But those Ferris wheels, merry-go-rounds, roller coasters—they all feel… dull.”
Flying a lap on a Broomstick was far more thrilling than most of those rides. A wizard might find them novel the first time, but wouldn’t want to repeat them.
Muggles had vast populations to sustain their parks. But Machionni had already calculated: building a wizard-only amusement park? It’d be a financial disaster.
Wade shook his head. “That’s because what excites Muggles feels ordinary to wizards. Our thresholds are too high. Ordinary thrills don’t excite us.”
“So the solution?” Machionni asked.
“Either raise the intensity of the thrill… or lower the individual’s capacity to endure it.”
He paused, recalling Gellert Grindelwald’s cat—once a threat to him—and said slowly, “Machionni… would you like to develop a game called Tiny Human Adventure?”
(End of Chapter)
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