bdsm-fiction Chapter 91 Vio ≈ Golden Son-in-Law
Chapter 91 Vio ≈ Golden Son-in-Law
Chapter 91 Vio ≈ Golden Son-in-Law
Vio got up early and planned to head to Diagon Alley, but as he was leaving, he received a message from the Weasleys on their communicator, asking when he was going to Diagon Alley and if he could give them a ride.
So he postponed it for a while, waiting until the Weasley twins met up with him before Apparating.
"This is Apparition, it's way more fun than Floo Powder and Portkeys." George, who looked a little nauseous, took a couple of breaths.
"I heard you need a license to use Apparition." Fred didn't seem too comfortable either.
"That's how it is according to wizarding law," Vio said, as he led the two men to a secluded corner of the street outside the Leaky Cauldron, instead of going directly into Diagon Alley.
"Want a drink?" Vio asked the two men as they entered the Leaky Cauldron bar.
George: "Actually, that's what I was thinking."
Fred: "Me too."
Both of them said at the same time, "But we have things to do later, and drinking will ruin them."
"Then let's wait until it's over."
The three walked through the Leaky Cauldron and opened the door to Diagon Alley from the courtyard behind it.
As soon as you enter Diagon Alley, the first thing that catches your eye is the Fantasy Tower, the only towering building in the area.
The suspended ring-shaped structure, constantly shifting position in the morning sunlight, seems to be absorbing energy, completing a mysterious ritual.
The entire fantasy tower has a smooth feel, like a mixture of obsidian and glass, and under the influence of the sun and the floating wheel, it dazzles the eyes of every passerby.
You can get closer and hear many wizards standing by, exclaiming in amazement.
"This tower was built by Ryan Wales all by himself in a very short time!"
"How could that be? He's just a student!"
"Ryan Wells, is he the prophet? Isn't he a prophet?"
"To build a tower in such a short time? Is that really something a wizard could do?!"
Among them was a well-informed individual, perhaps with pure-blooded friends. He struck a pose, patting his crisp wizard's robes and even stroking his beard, before saying, "Your information is all outdated!"
"Does Your Excellency have some even more astonishing news?" the others asked.
"Of course, you should have seen it when the Daily Prophet is published today. Last night, the Selwyn family, one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families, suddenly elected a patriarch. And this patriarch is a fifth-grade student."
The man's voice added mysteriously to the last sentence: "This new patriarch, Vio, is rumored to be best friends with Ryan—"
Moreover, he had never had much say in the family before!
Those nearby, having clearly understood the unspoken meaning of the man's words, gasped in shock, acknowledging his outstanding contribution to global warming.
"That's a sacred pure-blood family, how could they be—" Some people didn't even dare to speak out loud that a pure-blood family was being threatened. They couldn't imagine how Ryan could have gotten a pure-blood family to hand over their entire family to a fifth-year student.
The man hadn't finished speaking.
George and Fred, weaving through the crowd, began to shout, "Excuse me, excuse me, everyone!"
"The great Mr. Vio Selwyn is here to inspect the communications equipment business of the Tower of Fantasy."
Upon hearing Viosselwyn's name, everyone turned to look at him as if they had seen a giant panda walking down the street, wondering whether he was round or flat.
He is very handsome.
"Not bad at all, you've already achieved something at such a young age."
The middle-aged wizards with young wives in their homes had sharp eyes and suddenly realized that Vio and their daughters seemed to be a match made in heaven.
The middle-aged wizards simultaneously looked warily at the other wizards who had the same idea, their eyes filled with vigilance.
Vio, who was used to big events, felt uncomfortable for the first time.
They hurriedly took the Weasley twins, who were making faces at each other, and rushed into the Tower of Fantasy.
The three figures disappeared into the Tower of Fantasy, but the onlookers outside remained idle: "Three minutes! I need to know everything about this Vio!"
Inside the Tower of Fantasy.
Looking at the first floor, the latter half of the production area already had a lot of ordinary communicators piled up. Vio was probably not thinking straight and wasn't too shocked.
The Weasley brothers, whose dream had been to own a joke shop, were utterly shocked.
"Oh, Merlin! How long would it take us to make all these alchemical products and joke merchandise?" George picked up a communicator, his hands trembling.
"I remember Ryan only set up these facilities yesterday, but this one day's output is enough for us to make for a year." Fred was also surprised but also glad, after all, he had changed careers now, otherwise, with the speed of pure handmade production, both the output and quality would definitely be crushed by this alchemy production line.
This still doesn't address the issues of manufacturing difficulty and craftsmanship.
In fact, even a simple communicator requires far more technology, manpower, and resources than any of the joke products from the British Wizarding World's joke shops.
"You're going to implant 'The Academy Killer' into him, how are you going to do it?" Vio asked, having recovered his senses. He knew very well that these two Weasleys would be his right-hand men in the future.
Since this game relies on a communication device, it naturally falls under his jurisdiction. As the person in charge of the communication device project in this fantasy tower, he naturally needs to understand the business under his supervision.
"That's easy, Ryan has already prepared the main unit." George and Fred pointed to an idle alchemy device and said, "Ryan claims that he used a method similar to the Pensieve to create this alchemy device. As long as you pour the rules, backgrounds, settings, etc., that you have woven in your mind into it by extracting memories, the alchemy device will have a template, and you can inject game layers into the communicator."
"The method of injecting game-level complexity is a powerful transformation spell. What new ideas do we have for the game update Ryan mentioned?"
It can then be operated directly using a metallurgical device, allowing all communicators to be affected simultaneously.
Even when explaining the alchemical device that had already been created, the two could not hide their surprise and admiration, because they were also from ancient pure-blood families and had many ancient magic books passed down in their homes. Therefore, they could understand how difficult it was!
Ordinary transformation spells have a limited range!
But when Ryan told them, he claimed that the transformation spell on the machine could cover every place on the planet where wizards lived!
How terrifying!
Ryan, who was confined to study: When the headmaster told me, I thought the same thing—it was terrifying. It felt like the White Lord could sweep through the magical world all by himself without any rivals to stop him.
As the three were discussing, their communicators rang again.
They all opened it and saw that the group was discussing today's Daily Prophet.
Contrary to the speculations of the wizards outside the Tower of Fantasy, Toutiao is neither a communicator nor does it indicate that Vio has become the patriarch of the Selwyn family.
Today's headline in the Daily Prophet:
Shocking! Massacre Discovered in North America's Great Lakes Region!