Chapter 850: Broomstick Production Plan (Patreon)

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

"Just read more books, I recommend you to read Detailed Explanations of One Hundred Common Housework Magic. The magic tricks introduced in it are all more practical," said Evan. This was a book in Hermione's list, which he had read before.

He was very interested in all kinds of magic tricks, which could maximize the effectiveness of spells.

Evan had originally planned to find out the law through statistical reasoning and apply it to other magic.

He had worked out a lot of techniques, but it was still in the early stage of exploration until now.

"Reading more books is really helpful, but I always can't get in," said Tonks, slamming the trunk’s lid shut, and pointing her wand to Hedwig's cage, saying "Scourgify." A few feathers and droppings vanished.

"It's much better now. To be honest, I've never quite got the hang of these sort of householdy spells. Okay, Harry … got everything? Trunk? Cauldron? Broom? Wow! A Firebolt?"

Her eyes widened as they fell on the broomstick in Harry’s right hand. It was Harry’s pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, an international standard broomstick

"Sirius gave it to me..." said Harry haltingly.

As Evan had just explained, he knew that Tonks was related to Sirius. She was his cousin.

"The rich Black family, this broom is worth all of my wealth, and I'm still riding a Comet Two Sixty," said Tonks enviously, "Well, get your wand and let's go down. Locomotor Trunk."

Harry's trunk rose a few inches into the air. Holding her wand like a conductor’s baton, Tonks made it hover across the room and out of the door ahead of them, Hedwig’s cage in her left hand.

Evan carried Harry's cauldron while Harry took his broomstick and followed her down the stairs.

Back in the kitchen, Moody had replaced his eye, which was spinning so fast after its cleaning it made them feel sick.

Kingsley Shacklebolt and Sturgis Podmore were examining the microwave and Hestia Jones was laughing at a potato peeler she had come across while rummaging in the drawers.

"We’ll leave in about a minute. Black wrote a letter to the Muggle family here in your godfather's name," said Moody, taking out a letter from his pocket. "Just when he knew we were coming to take you away, he sent it by mail. He had something to tell your aunt and uncle, and 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 that I'm not here, they’ll only be happy," said Harry.

"I don't know what those Muggles think," roared Moody, looking at Harry's wand that he’d stowed into the back pocket of his jeans. "Don't put your wand there, Potter. What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!"

"Who do you know who’s lost a buttock?" Tonks asked interestedly.

"Never you mind, you just keep your wand out of your back pocket!" growled Mad-Eye. "Elementary wand safety, nobody bothers about it anymore. And I saw that. Come here, you two, I need to Disillusion you."

Next, Moody cast the Disillusionment Charm on Evan and Harry in turn.

With his wand, he rapped them hard on the top of the head and they felt a curious sensation as though Moody had just smashed an egg there; cold trickles seemed to be running down their bodies from the point the wand had struck.

Evan saw that his body and Harry’s beside him had simply taken the exact color and texture of the kitchen unit behind them. They seemed to have become human chameleons.

Before coming here, Moody had already used the Disillusionment Charm on himself. Evan could be sure that Mad-Eye didn’t hit so hard at that time. He must be angry about Harry's wand.

With a sullen look, Moody led the crowd out to the beautifully kept lawn.

Harry was studying the broom that Evan was holding, which was not available on the market. It was a bit like the old Moontrimmer he’d seen in the Handbook of Do-It-Yourself-Broomcare, which had the Scouring Charm on it and was glowing silver light.

The others were studying the Firebolt in Harry's hand, and they didn’t hesitate to praise and envy.

Evan was also studying the broom. From the admiration and envy of the people around him, he suddenly realized that making broomsticks was a very profitable and extremely high-end industry, and it was very promising.

He hadn't studied this aspect before, and thought that only young wizards were interested in broomsticks, but it didn’t seem to be the case now.

Broomsticks were also very attractive to adult wizards. They were willing to pay more for a broomstick, and they also had this ability.

As the main means of transportation for wizards, broomsticks were like cars in the Muggle world.

The Cleansweep series was a local brand in Britain. Although it was still the mainstream on the market, it was on the decline. It was even less seen abroad. The mainstream brooms, including the Comet series, the Shooting Star, the Silver Arrow, the Nimbus series and the Firebolt were all produced in other European countries, mainly in France, Germany, Spain and concentrated in the United States.

Evan suddenly came up with an idea. Because of the advertising revenue of Hogwarts Magic News, the profit share of the Diagon Alley shop, the reward of the Egyptian Ministry of Magic and the looting of Zoser’s vault, he now had a large sum of Gold Galleons in his hand. Instead of idling there, he should create a broom factory.

The money was enough to meet the cost of product development and production. Evan had several good ideas, even using Alchemy to speed up and improve safety.

If successful, it would be a unique broom on the market, even surpassing the Firebolt.

Evan was confident that he would spread his broom brand all over the world. He was going to discuss it with Hermione after he went back and start implementing it very quickly.

"Clear night," grunted Moody, his magical eye scanning the heavens, and the normal eye looking at Harry. "We’re going to be flying in close formation, with you, kids in the middle. We don’t break ranks for anything, got me? If one of us is killed..."

"Is that likely?" Harry asked apprehensively, but Moody ignored him.

"… the others keep flying, don’t stop, don’t break ranks. When necessary, you can use magic. Evan, you follow Harry and do your best to protect him. If they take out all of us and you survive, Harry, the rear guard are standing by to take over; keep flying east and they’ll join you."

"Stop being so cheerful, Mad-Eye, he’ll think we’re not taking this seriously,” said Tonks, as she strapped Harry’s trunk, cauldron and Hedwig’s cage into a harness hanging from her broom.

"I'm just telling the boy the plan," growled Moody. "Our job is to deliver him safely to headquarters and if we die in the attempt..."

"No one’s going to die," said Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep, calming voice.

"Harry, can I mount the Firebolt with you?" Evan thought for a while and said, "You know, I'm not very good at riding broomsticks, and if there’s some accident later, I can make you Apparate when necessary. Being discovered by the Ministry of Magic is better than being killed, isn't it?"

Harry nodded, his little face full of worry.