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"Did you really succeed with my method?" Mr. Vison asked, casting a suspicious glance at Roskin.
"Are you doubting me?" Roskin's voice held a hint of annoyance. "I'm one of the best Magical Creature breeders today. Besides, this is your method—have you tried it yourself?"
Mr. Vison nodded, though a sense of doubt lingered in his heart. The most outstanding Magical Creature breeder today? Why hadn't he heard of her before?
However, seeing Roskin's unwavering confidence, Mr. Vison chose not to argue. Plus, the little Thunderbird poking its head out of the box didn't seem to mind her touch at all.
"Can I approach it?" Mr. Vison asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Of course," Roskin said, gesturing for him to come closer. "I've trained it well. As long as you don't mean it harm, you should be fine."
"Then I have nothing to worry about," Mr. Vison replied, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Release malice? That was the one thing he was best at avoiding.
He carefully extended his hand toward the Thunderbird, watching closely for any signs of resistance. Surprisingly, the Thunderbird made no move to shy away. In fact, it seemed to enjoy the interaction, responding with a soft coo.
"You have good affinity with it," Roskin remarked, though her tone was tinged with a touch of reluctance. "You might have some talent in the Care of Magical Creatures, but you're still far behind me. If I—"
Mr. Vison, not wanting to hear more, continued to focus on the Thunderbird.
"Since it seems to like me," he said after a moment, "how much would it cost to buy this Thunderbird?"
Roskin gave him a small smile. "If you really want it, it's free."
Mr. Vison paused, momentarily taken aback. "What are you trying to pull?"
"I'm not plotting anything," Roskin replied, her voice betraying no hint of deceit. "Thunderbirds are valuable, you know."
"Ten thousand Godric Jialong," Mr. Vison suggested after a moment of thought, making an offer.
"No, no, no," Roskin quickly shook her head, as if dismissing the figure entirely. "I don't deal in Godric Jialong, and I won't charge you for any other Magical Creatures either."
"Then what do you want?" Mr. Vison asked, thoroughly puzzled.
Roskin smiled faintly. "Actually, I'd like to become a sponsor for Hogwarts' Care of Magical Creatures."
"A sponsor?" Mr. Vison raised an eyebrow. "Forgive my bluntness, but how would that benefit you?"
Roskin chuckled, not seeming bothered by his skepticism. "Don't worry about that. You just need to make sure that you mention during your classes that all these Magical Creatures came from me."
Mr. Vison thought for a moment, and then it clicked. She didn't care about the money. What she wanted was to boost her reputation by establishing a connection with Hogwarts. Supplying magical creatures for their classes would undoubtedly bring her store more attention.
"Alright, I understand," Mr. Vison said, nodding. "I'll mention your name when discussing the creatures."
Roskin's smile grew a little more genuine. "Thank you, Mr. Vison. I appreciate your trust."
After parting ways with Roskin, Mr. Vison carefully transported the Thunderbird back to Hogwarts in a special suitcase. The space inside was small, just big enough for temporary residence, but the Thunderbird seemed content, its docile nature making the journey uneventful.
Upon arrival, the first thing Mr. Vison did was bring the Thunderbird into his private plantation. He began rummaging through his warehouse, searching for something specific.
"Ah, here it is," he muttered to himself, pulling out a small jar. Inside was a dried branch.
[Name: Branch]
[Type: Elm Tree]
[Level: 2]
[Characteristic: Thunderstorm Summoning]
The branch in his hand had once belonged to a mutated Elm Tree, a rare specimen that could summon thunderstorms. Thunderstorms and lightning didn't harm Thunderbirds; they thrived in them. This Elm Tree was perfect for Thunderbirds, as it could generate a thunderstorm to complement their natural affinity for storms.
Mr. Vison had raised a Thunderbird long ago, but it had eventually left him. Back then, he'd had a much larger mutated Elm Tree, but it had been struck by lightning in a self-made storm, reducing it to a small section that he now held in his hand. It was a rare specimen.
He sighed as he remembered the lost Elm Tree. It was a shame that such a powerful plant had been destroyed. But now, he had a chance to cultivate another one. The process was simple enough: find a suitable Elm Tree, brew a special Growth Potion containing his own blood, and there was a chance the tree would develop the Thunderstorm Summoning characteristic. If not, he could try again. Of course, the downside was that too much of his blood would make him anemic, so he'd have to be careful.
Making up his mind, he approached Lupin, who was feeding the Torch in Greenhouse Number Two.
"You want me to help you find some nice-looking Elm Trees?" Lupin asked, clearly confused by Mr. Vison's request. "What's your plan?"
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