Harry Potter Enshrouded

Upon Randolph's invitation, Adrian stepped into the dimly lit basement, the air thick with the scent of wood, varnish, and burnt magic. The room was cramped, cluttered with scattered blueprints, wooden shafts, and jars filled with various alchemical compounds used in broom enchantments. In the corner, a small forge burned low, its embers casting flickering shadows against the walls. Despite the modest conditions, the workshop exuded a raw sense of craftsmanship, of something revolutionary in the making.

Randolph Spudmore dusted off a workbench, gesturing for Adrian to step forward. "It's not much, but it's where the real work happens," he said, his voice euphoric. "Nimbus and Cleansweep may have all the fancy production lines, but real breakthroughs happen in places like this."

Adrian's attention dwindled away from his surroundings—his gaze had locked onto the three goblins hunched over a half-finished broomstick. Their long, clawed fingers traced glowing runes along the shaft, their beady eyes gleaming with undisguised greed. One of them, a wiry creature with jagged teeth, turned and gave Adrian a knowing smirk.

"Ah, our young investor," the goblin rasped, tapping a long nail against the broom handle. "The investor who gave us a fortune?"

Adrian met the greedy goblin's gaze without flinching. "Yeah, I did give you a fortune, hoping you would work on the broomstick," he remarked. "Unlike you, I don't just think about gold."

Unfortunately, Adrian could not get these goblins out, as goblins were superior craftsmen when compared to wizards. The ancient goblin technology was crucial to the success of the firebolt. He wanted the Firebolt to be the Ferrari of the wizarding world; he wanted it to be the very best amongst broomsticks.

"Ah, Mr. Blackthorn, ensure we get our money," the jagged-toothed goblin spoke with a winsome smirk. "After all, our craftsmanship is invaluable." 

"Your payment depends on the success of the broom," Adrian said coolly, stepping closer. "So let's not pretend you're doing this out of generosity. If the broom fails, you get nothing. If it succeeds, you get more than you could have bargained for."

He turned to Randolph."Let's get started. I want to see the designs."

Randolph grinned, leading him to a massive blueprint sprawled across the main worktable. "This is the current prototype. Faster than the Nimbus 2001 going to be released, more agile than the Cleansweep Seven. But you have come here to not admire my work—you've come with ideas."

Adrian nodded, already pulling out a quill and parchment. "I do. The problem with current brooms is that they rely too much on raw magic. Speed, handling—it's all controlled by enchantments alone. But what if we incorporated something different? Something that could naturally enhance aerodynamics instead of just relying on spells?"

Randolph crossed his arms, intrigued. "Go on."

Adrian quickly sketched a rough outline of a broomstick, then began adding small, intricate modifications. "Muggles use aerodynamics to design vehicles that cut through the air with minimal resistance. Broomsticks don't account for that because wizards just slap on spells to force them into motion. But what if we shaped the broom in a way that naturally reduced drag?"

Randolph's eyes widened. "Interesting."

"Exactly," Adrian said, his quill scratching across the parchment with sharp, deliberate strokes as he started to explain the designs. "Look at current broomsticks. They're straight and rigid. But if we adjusted the curvature of the shaft, slightly flattened the underside, and improved the tail bristle alignment, we could create a natural airflow that increases stability and speed without needing as much magic. That means less strain on the enchantments, making them last longer."

Randolph leaned over, examining the sketch with growing excitement. "And if we change the balance point... We could make turns even sharper without forcing magic to do all the work. This would be a game changer."

Adrian smirked. "Now you're getting it."

For the next several hours, they worked tirelessly. Adrian refined his sketches, detailing every possible adjustment that could make the broom faster and more responsive. Randolph translated those sketches into real measurements, adjusting the prototype's weight distribution and material composition. The goblins, despite their greed, reluctantly admitted that the idea had merit and begrudgingly assisted with designing the prototype.

Adrian's hands were stained with ink and soot by the time he sat back, admiring the completed blueprint. "This… This is something else," Randolph murmured. "A broom that doesn't just rely on magic."

Adrian simply nodded, eyes gleaming with quiet satisfaction. "Now that the design is done, let's build the prototype."

Two days later, Adrian returned to the workshop, greeted by the smell of freshly carved wood and the faint hum of enchantments being woven into the prototype. The basement looked even more chaotic than before as it was cluttered with bristles and failed prototypes; however, at the center of that lay the completed broomstick.

It looked like art. It did not look like any broomstick Adrian had ever seen. The shaft had a sleek curvature, subtly tapered to cut through the air effortlessly. The bristles were aligned in a precise pattern, ensuring maximum lift with minimal resistance. Even the weight distribution had been fine-tuned to perfection.

Randolph ran a hand along the polished handle, grinning like a madman. "We did it."

Adrian exhaled, stepping closer to inspect their creation. "Can't wait to fly this one."

Adrian didn't hesitate. He grabbed the broom, kicked off the ground, and shot into the air. The moment he took flight, the difference was clear—the broom responded instantly, slicing through the air with an effortless grace that no current broomstick could match.

He banked sharply, pushing it to its limits, and the broom followed every movement with absolute precision. No lag, no instability. It was an extension of the rider. He landed with a breathless laugh, eyes wide with exhilaration. "This thing flies like a dream."

Randolph smiled. " Glad to have you onboard as an investor. Now we need to get this to production. Even if we can make even a limited run of these, we'll dominate the market.

"I also think a pioneer marvel like this deserves a better name," said Randolph. I suggest that we name this appropriately. How about the Tempest?"

Adrian nodded; his eyes gleamed with excitement. The Tempest sounded better than the Firebolt.

"Let's get an exclusive twenty of these brooms into the market by the end of the Hogwarts Christmas vacation. I heard that the Nimbus 2001 will also be in the markets by this period. I will purchase an exclusive store for the Tempest in Diagon Alley today."