bookbashuk Chapter 211 It's all gibberish I can't understand!
Chapter 211 It's all gibberish I can't understand!
Chapter 211 It's all gibberish I can't understand!
Peterson's question puzzled Loira a little—she had made a lot of magic circle props before, but she had never really thought about applying for a patent or anything like that.
There are many reasons, one of which is that it's unnecessary, since there don't seem to be many people who can make magic array items right now. Another reason is that Roy felt it might be a bit selfish.
After all, she didn't invent the magic circle—she was just using someone else's creation. Although she made the magic circle props herself, it still seems a bit strange to apply for a patent, right?
Furthermore—Loila didn't want to monopolize magic circle items—magic circle items were originally created to make everyone's lives more convenient—if she monopolized the manufacturing techniques, how could she make them benefit everyone?
As for making money—Loila felt that she wasn't short of money right now, not only did she have five thousand Galleons—she could also make money by selling magic circle items, couldn't she?
So, applying for a patent to prevent others from using it—
Seemingly noticing Loila's odd behavior, Peterson coughed lightly and said, "Cousin—I mean—"
"Applying for a patent isn't just about making money—have you ever considered that magic array props might be used for nefarious purposes?"
"Something bad?" Loila quickly shook her head. "How could a magic array item possibly do anything bad?"
"That's because you're a good person, cousin," Peterson explained. "If someone with ill intentions used the magic circle—"
Ah—Peterson's words reminded Loira of Mr. Riddle, and the magic circle in his diary—which Mr. Riddle had used to do bad things—
"If we apply for a patent, we can ensure that all creators of magic array props are vetted and are good people, right?" Peterson pushed up his glasses and said, "Wouldn't that be beneficial to the development and dissemination of magic array science?"
"It seems...it seems so..." Loila nodded, a little dizzy. She had never really understood legal matters, so her mind was a mess.
"If my cousin really doesn't have time to apply—I can apply for her on her behalf." Peterson seemed to see Loira's confusion, and he nodded gently, saying, "My cousin only needs to make the magic circle props."
"I'll handle the negotiations with the Ministry of Magic."
"Like this—is this alright?" Loila thought for a moment and said, "Isn't this a bit too much trouble—for you?"
"Of course not," Peterson chuckled softly. "We're family, aren't we?"
"I'm your cousin," he said, adjusting his glasses. "It's only right that I help my cousin, isn't it?"
As he spoke, he slowly stood up: "I will contact the Ministry of Magic once your invention is fully completed."
"As for the agreement, please don't worry, cousin. I'll bring it over for you to review."
"Okay—okay." Although she still had many questions, since Peterson was willing to help her, Loira was happy to let herself not worry about it.
And what he said is indeed very true. To prevent magic array techniques from falling into the hands of malicious people, applying for a patent is quite necessary.
It's so great that I don't have to deal with the hassle of communicating with the Ministry of Magic myself.
"Thank you for your trouble—thank you so much." Thinking of this, Roy thanked him again in a soft voice.
"No need to say that." Peterson nodded slightly. "It's only right that I help my cousin."
"Then...what do I need to prepare?" Although Loila had never applied for a patent, she had heard it was extremely complicated, requiring a lot of documentation, and some wizards even said it required proof of identity.
Peterson shrugged. "Cousin, you don't need to worry about that. You're Hamilton, after all." He smiled. "For Hamilton..."
"The Ministry of Magic's affairs are nothing."
His words made Loila bite her lip in embarrassment. Hamilton and all that—she still couldn't quite accept that she was a member of a family that had been passed down for thousands of years—and that this family was extremely wealthy.
Is this really not a scam?
Loila glanced at Peterson. "Are you a fraudster?"
Unaware of Loila's thoughts, Peterson continued, "Besides, the specifics will have to wait until your invention is complete, cousin, won't they?"
"At that time, we can also apply for patents for your other magic array props, cousin." He said, picking up the coffee on the table and taking a sip.
"Ah—cousin, would you like better coffee?" He coughed and slowly put down his coffee. "I have some from South America—"
"No, no need—" Loila quickly shook her head. For someone like her who drinks coffee with three spoonfuls of sugar, all coffee tastes the same—just sugar. In fact, she even thinks this kind of lower-quality coffee suits her better, since it's generally not as bitter.
Seeing Loila's refusal, Peterson wasn't surprised. He nodded slightly and changed the subject: "Also, did Rozier come to see my cousin this week?"
"No—no!" Upon hearing the name Rozier, Loila's ears twitched uneasily.
Upon hearing "no," Peterson relaxed slightly, but he still lowered his voice to remind her, "Cousin, although Shiloh Rozier graduated from Beauxbatons College—as far as I know, she has always been a reclusive and eccentric person."
A loner—isn't that just like me?
Seeing the expression on Loila's face, Peterson pursed his lips and added, "My cousin is different from her—she's a dark wizard."
"Hmm."
What a coincidence, I seem to be a dark wizard too.
"And she's a member of the Mublical Party," Peterson said, his expression turning serious. "Although Grindelwald has been out of power for a long time, his remnants are still rampant."
Don't talk to me like that, Lord Grindelwald! Even though you're my cousin, I can't forgive you!
What do you mean by "remnants"?
Loila's face puffed up with anger, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Hmm?" Seemingly noticing Loila's expression, Peterson raised an eyebrow and said, "Ah, sorry, cousin."
"I shouldn't have brought them up in front of you," Peterson said, his tone much gentler. "After all, you've been through what—"
"Hmm?" Loila's lips twitched slightly. How did you know what I went through?
"I saw it in the Daily Prophet," Peterson said somewhat apologetically. "My cousin encountered Grindelwald while fleeing the German Ministry of Magic, which was controlled by the Sorcerers—she fought him to the death, collapsed, and fell into a coma, only to wake up fifty years later."
"I feel sad for my cousin in this matter."
What are you so sad about?! What nonsense is Rita Skeeter spouting?!
"Ah—thank you—"
Loila thanked him, her cheeks puffed out.