A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 681 Repairing the Faucet

Hermione had no doubt that Charles was just joking about the amusement park.

Farbatton Castle and Dancing Grass Restaurant are examples. With this guy's wealth, ability, and decisive action, he really could build such a magical amusement park from scratch and run it very well.

“Building an amusement park like this isn’t technically difficult,” Charles said, already planning as he walked around. “The most troublesome part is the creative design of the rides. They need to be novel and exciting enough, and they also need to be updated regularly so that guests don’t come once and then find it boring and never come back…”

"Hmm... that's a good idea. We can find the top professional amusement park design team in the Muggle world, buy the copyright to their best design plans, and then hire a group of excellent magical item makers and spell experts to magically transform those attractions!"

"For example, a roller coaster can transform into a broomstick ride through a ghostly castle, and bumper cars can become magical pumpkin carriages that shoot harmless bubble spells at each other..."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, then turned to Hermione, his eyes shining, and asked, "What do you think of the dragon-drawn carriage tour?"

"Get nine domesticated fire dragons of different breeds to pull a super gorgeous magic carriage. I guarantee the scene will be spectacular and absolutely cool!"

He could almost see that magnificent sight.

Hermione, seeing his enthusiastic expression as if he was about to pull out his wallet to buy the land, finally snapped out of her shock and quickly waved her hand, saying with a wry smile, "Stop, stop, stop!"

“Charles, just take what I said earlier as a joke. You really don’t need to spend so much money on something I said casually! That’s outrageous!”

She didn't want to become the founder of a magical playground that suddenly appeared next to Hogsmeade.

Moreover, given Charles's style, if he can't think of a name, he's very likely to name the amusement park after himself.

Charles shook his head, giving her a look that said, "It's alright, Hermione, this isn't just for you."

"I've thought about this carefully just now, and this business deal is worthwhile."

"What the wizarding world lacks is this kind of large-scale entertainment venue; there's definitely a market for it."

He could almost see King Galleon beckoning to him.

Seeing that he had entered a businesslike state, Hermione didn't say anything more, so she said, "Just don't name this amusement park after me."

Charles, lost in thought, said absentmindedly, "I'm not Harry."

Hermione didn't understand why he brought up Harry for a moment, and by the time she realized it, the Potters had already welcomed their second child.

The two walked forward while talking, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the castle tower, in the corridor where the prefect's bathroom was located.

Just then, Myrtle's distinctive voice rang out from ahead: "You two, stop! I said stop!"

"You two can't go in together. This isn't the place for your romantic talk!"

Charles was startled, snapping out of his thoughts about the magical playground and realizing that he had followed Hermione to the vicinity of the prefectural bathroom.

Myrtle stood with her hands on her hips, angrily blocking the two students' way in front of the bathroom's ornate door.

One of them was the Slytherin prefect in her sixth year, and the other was her boyfriend.

The female prefect was trying to explain: "We're here to fix the faucet that started spraying hot water intermittently a few days ago!"

"Fix the faucet?" Myrtle let out an exaggerated sneer, her voice echoing in the empty stone corridor. "Ha, do you think your clumsy lies can fool me?"

"I'm just dead, not stupid!"

"I've been here for decades. The bathroom has its rules, which are clearly written: it's forbidden for a boy and a girl to go in together. That's the rule in principle!"

She floated closer to the two students and said in a shrill voice with a threatening tone, "You'd better leave now, immediately, right now! Otherwise..." She deliberately dragged out her words, saying in a sinister tone, "Or I'll wait for you while you're taking a shower and call Mischief here!"

"I guarantee he will be very, very happy to serve you!"

Peeves' pranks were notoriously terrible and troublesome throughout Hogwarts, and at this moment his intimidating power was immense; even Charles felt it was a bit excessive.

The Slytherin prefect and her boyfriend turned deathly pale instantly, clearly terrified by Myrtle's threat.

If the two of them were to get pranked by Peeves in the bathroom, and that got out, it would be a social Avada Kedavra curse.

The two exchanged a helpless yet fearful look, dared not say anything more, and could only leave.

Hermione watched their disheveled figures, patted her chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and whispered to Charles with a hint of relief, "Phew... thank goodness Myrtle is here tonight, otherwise this time slot would definitely be taken up by them, and I wouldn't have a chance."

Charles looked at the ornate bathroom door, then at Hermione, and then suddenly realized what was going on. He pursed his lips and said, "Oh, so you came to the prefectural bathroom to take a shower in the middle of the night? Why are you being so mysterious?"

"I thought there was going to be a good show."

Hermione glanced at him and said casually, "Since you've come along, you can keep watch outside for me and prevent anyone else from disturbing us."

As she spoke, the two arrived at the gate.

Just then, Myrtle, who had just chased away the Slytherin couple, and the two Slytherin students who hadn't gone far, saw Hermione and Charles walking towards them from the other end of the corridor.

When Myrtle saw another boy and girl heading towards the bathroom, she stormed over like a gust of wind, ready to once again uphold the rules of the bathroom.

Her shrill voice rang out: "Hey! You two, stop right there! I said no..."

However, when her ghostly form drifted closer and she saw the person's face clearly, her angry expression instantly underwent a complete 180-degree turn.

She stopped in front of Charles, her voice suddenly softening.

“Oh,” Myrtle said, as if she understood everything, “it’s Miss Granger and Mr. Smith!”

A smile spread across her face, and she spoke to Charles in a tone that was completely different from before, almost ingratiating: "Mr. Smith, you've come to fix that malfunctioning faucet, haven't you?"

"It's so late, and I'm still troubling you. You've really gone to a lot of trouble!"

"Please come in, the bathroom door is always open for you!"

Charles was a little confused by Myrtle's sudden change in attitude. He blinked and looked at Myrtle carefully for a while, puzzled.

There wasn't a huge, glittering golden question mark above her head that represented a task, so how did I end up being assigned the task of fixing a faucet?
The two Slytherins over there said dejectedly, "Why doesn't she believe I came here to fix the faucet?"

The female prefect shrugged and said, "Otherwise, what else do you think Smith and Granger could be doing here?"

As soon as they left, they turned back and saw Charles following Hermione into the prefectural bathroom where they had just been ruthlessly expelled.

As Charles entered, Myrtle said to him, "Mr. Smith, do you have a moment? I'd like to speak with you about something."

“Tomorrow at noon,” Charles thought, “it shouldn’t be urgent, otherwise she would have gone to Dumbledore. I’ll come to your bathroom.”

Before leaving, Myrtle said, "I will be waiting for your visit tomorrow at noon."

(End of this chapter)