One thousand and fifty-six chapters, everyone has to make a choice for the family
"Welcome." As soon as he and William expressed their dissatisfaction with the wizards, Philip greeted three old men with white beards and two young wizards with a smile on his face.
William only glanced at the bearded Harry Potter and Hermione Granger who followed them, and stopped paying attention to these wizards, waiting for them to find them on their own.
He smiled and said to Prince Charles, who had calmed down, "Your Highness, this is my gift to you."
Looking at William and Selina with empty hands, Charles was surprised when he saw a wooden box floating out of thin air in front of him.
Char, whose heartbeat was so frightened, glanced helplessly at the smiling William, and sighed, "Even if I already knew you were a great magician, when I saw it, I still couldn't accept the fact that the technological genius suddenly transformed into a magic genius.
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After taking the wooden box, Char unexpectedly found that the box was quite heavy.
Pushing open the lid of the box with one hand, he saw three bottles of wine engraved with the design of Devonshire Castle. He was delighted and asked, "Is this the kind of wine that Richard first mentioned?"
"If you like, you can come to my house often in the future." William nodded with a smile, and then saw Richard and Philip's old butler walking in together.
"Sorry, William, I just went to rest for a while." Richard, whose face was slightly red and unapologetic, saw the wooden box in Charles' hand, and his eyes immediately lit up.
He reached out and wanted to pick up the wine bottle and check it out, but before he reached halfway, he was covertly blocked by Phillip's old butler.
Then he took the wooden box first and said to Charles, "Sorry, Your Highness, Duke Devonshire, this is my fault. It is my responsibility as a steward to accept gifts."
After saying that, he apologized and bowed slightly to Richard, then slowly stepped back a few meters with the box in hand before turning around and leaving.
Richard shook his head helplessly, "It seems I shouldn't talk too much, otherwise I would definitely have a good drink tonight."
"How about a nice drink?"
Philip, who came over with people from the Ministry of Magic, said knowingly, "William, I heard that your winery's harvest this year was not only good, but the red wine it produced also received the highest score.
Don’t you plan to share the joy of the harvest with me, the elder, and these friends?”
"No problem", he snapped his fingers, and a box of new wine from Chateau Latour appeared on the long table in the living room. "A little gift, I hope you will like it."
"Why don't you be so stingy?"
When the old fox present was disappointed, Hermione, who had drunk the magic wine, murmured in a low voice. William pretended not to hear and asked with a smile, "Should we talk about business first, or...".
"Of course we eat first." Seeing that William was not agitated at all, Philip could only ask the butler to take out the three bottles of magic wine and bring them to the table.
When we walked into the restaurant, we finally saw Princess Diana, who was setting up the dinner with her servants. They exchanged greetings for a while, and then everyone sat down with a smile. While waiting for the food to be served, they all stared at the old butler as he opened the wine.
As soon as the wine bottle was opened, a natural smell spread to everyone's noses.
The three old wizards who felt the deepest feeling stared at the wine bottle for a few times, then looked at William with bright eyes.
"Mr. Devonshire, do you have any plans to sell this red wine?"
"One million pounds a bottle." William, who deliberately refused, directly said a super high price, and if they could both accept this price,
William also doesn't mind taking the opportunity to build a lot of publicity for his winery.
Maybe in a few years, the world's five largest wineries will become infighting between Latour and Margaux.
Hearing the price, everyone except Hermione and Richard rolled their eyes. Even the old butler who opened the wine couldn't help but pause for a second or two before continuing to open the wine as if nothing had happened.
Hermione was excited that she could have three drinks a week for free, which was almost a bottle of wine at a price of one million pounds.
Not only that, there are three classes a week, and every time you take a class, you will get hundreds of hundred-gram Devonshire gold coins.
Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but shine with an inexplicable light in her eyes when she looked at William.
For William, there is no difference between a ton of gold and 1.56 tons. It is a great deal to be able to win over a future Minister of Magic with this amount of money.
Even if Hermione doesn't become the Minister of Magic in the future, she can influence many younger generations of wizards.
On the other hand, Richard calculated that if he only had one bottle a month, wouldn't that mean his salary would be twelve million pounds a year?
Moreover, this kind of income is completely legal. If you sell it to wizards, you might be able to get some magic items that you have been coveting for a long time.
Therefore, Richard never thought of revealing what William had said before about the hundred thousand bottles. Instead, he looked at William with bright eyes.
He calmly tasted the red wine in his glass at a speed that seemed slow but was actually twice as fast as others.
The plan was to finish the drink first and force Philip's old butler to give him more wine.
At this time, the three old wizards still despised William for completely falling into the eyes of money, but when they took the first sip, they silently wondered whether they should bear the pain and sell some magic items and buy three or four bottles every year?
The one who is most heartbroken is probably Prince Charles. Although he cares about the three million pounds, he cares more about the effects of this wine on the body.
After a dinner in which some people were happy and some were depressed, William watched Selina being dragged by Princess Diana to chat, and then followed Philip and his party to the second floor of the villa.
Looking at Wilson who was following him, William slowed down and reminded, "The extraordinary world will not have any mercy, let alone your identity. Are you really going to rush in?"
Feeling William's kindness, Wilson slowed down again, waited five or six meters away from the others, and then whispered helplessly, "After my grandfather got your approval to become an elder, do you think I can avoid it in the future?"
After other noble children join, how can I, the heir, gain their approval if I don't join, and the people of England are not that supportive of the nobles and our family."
"This,," William shook his head helplessly. As the only ordinary person who could be considered a friend, William did not want anything to happen to Wilson, but he could not stop him from making a choice that was beneficial to the family.
"After today's event is over, I will find you a coach." William thought for a while and said, "Forget it, let you know first what you will face."
He snapped his fingers, and the two ugly dogs, Freddy and Fischer, who were waiting in the car outside the villa, appeared at his feet.
"What the hell," Wilson, who was startled by the bully and the bulldog's ugliness, took a few deep breaths and complained, "your taste is really not that good.
If you want to raise a dog, a Whippet, a King Charles Spaniel, a Beagle, a Samurai, a Corgi, or even a Bull Terrier are better than Bullies and Bull Terriers."
"Haha, I didn't choose this," William narrowed his eyes and said, "They chose this themselves."
"Choose it yourself?" Wilson was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked nervously, "No, you mean they are not dogs at all?"
"What do you think?"
William whistled, and the claws of the two ugly dogs slowly grew longer, instantly making several claw marks on the floor. The unprepared Wilson was frightened and took a few steps back.