Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

"Like the Three Broomsticks..."

Melvin looked at him darkly. "You don't have to pay for the memory mirror. I'll provide the content for free. The tavern only provides a venue. I don't have to bear the operating risk. It's almost a zero-cost deal. Anyone would be willing to do it."

Old Tom scratched his head and smiled shyly, and the scene was a bit scary.

"The Memory Mirror costs 30,000 Galleons. How much of a share will your tavern get? A few hundred Galleons a month, and it will take more than ten years to recoup the investment..." Melvin briefly explained the situation and concluded, "The Three Broomsticks is a special example of promoting the Memory Mirror. The price won't be the same for future taverns that want to join."

Old Tom and Bogin nodded thoughtfully, without much doubt. There were similar products on the market that displayed memory, and the prices were indeed over ten thousand. They were all businessmen and knew that no one would do such a loss-making business.

Only Wright blinked, his expression subtle.

What thirty thousand Galleons? How could he not know that the last time we made a large-scale mirror, it cost nearly ten thousand Galleons, mainly because of the R&D and trial production costs. Even including these, it was only nine thousand Galleons. How could Melvin talk about thirty thousand Galleons in an instant?

Forget it, thirty thousand is thirty thousand.

Wright, who didn't understand business, drank beer silently.

As a veteran businessman in Knockturn Alley, Bogin vaguely guessed that the young professor would not sell at the price. "Professor, what do you mean?"

"The Memory Mirror can be sold to you at a discount. The cost is 30,000, and we can give you a 70% discount. The image content can be discussed separately. The price is guaranteed to be favorable."

70% off on 30,000... saving 20,000 directly!

Old Tom gulped down the entire glass of beer, stunned by the surprise price.

“But there are strings attached.”

"What additional conditions? Professor, just ask!"

"Tavern owners who purchase Shadow Mirrors need to join our Magic Mirror Club."

Without waiting for their questions, Melvin began to explain, "This club was founded by Wright and I. It's primarily responsible for the production and review of film content. Subsequent club members must abide by the relevant regulations and cooperate with us in developing and producing more interesting film content."

Old Tom and Borgin glanced at Wright subconsciously.

Wright remained silent and drank his beer silently.

Don't look, don't ask, he just found out about this news now.

Old Tom had drunk a bit too much beer tonight, and his head wasn't clear. "Professor, I still don't quite understand. Can you tell me specifically what this club does?"

Melvin patiently explained, "The Memory Mirror is a magic mirror that can play back memories. It's not just the memories I provided, it can play back all of your memories. Old Tom, you heard the identities of those people just now. They must have memories of previous Quidditch World Cups, even insider perspectives, exclusive perspectives, and insider insights. They can also analyze the game while playing the images..."

Melvin turned his gaze to Borgin. "And you, Borgin, Knockturn Alley is often frequented by traveling merchants from various countries. They have footprints all over the world. They must be able to obtain memories of other Quidditch events, such as the World Cup group stage, the Intercontinental Tournament, the regular training matches of various teams, and even the house competitions of other magic schools..."

As the three people present listened to the young professor's slow words, a door seemed to slowly open in front of their eyes, and behind the door was a wider world.

"I know you don't care about business, Old Tom, but you definitely want to see those exciting games with your own eyes." Melvin, like a good and patient professor, guided them to imagine a beautiful future. "Join our club and collect exciting Quidditch matches from around the world. We'll centralize resources and produce content, so that time and space will no longer be a constraint on viewing. Then you can watch Hogwarts games, Charlie Cannons games, and Armenian Youth National Team games without leaving home..."

Old Tom finished another beer without noticing it, shoved the glass on the table, and shouted, "The Leaky Cauldron wants to join!"

Bo Jin was keenly aware that there was a business opportunity there, a very promising business opportunity, so he quickly agreed.

The only person left at the table was a repair shop owner who was drinking silently.

Wright looked up and met their gazes, speechless. "Why are you looking at me? I can't agree on behalf of those tavern owners. At most, I can convey to them our conversation tonight, but that will have to wait until the Christmas holidays are over. Some of them are traveling abroad."

"..."

After some discussion, the four reached an agreement.

Old Tom and Bogin got a 70% discount on the price and were grinning from ear to ear. Although Wright had to go back to convey the message, he received two handsome wages and could earn more in the future.

Only the young Professor Lewinter, who sacrifices his own interests for the benefit of the wizarding world, is admirable.

Everyone has a bright future.

"...That's it, then. Interested customers can arrange a meeting with me this weekend." Melvin put down his glass and stood up. "That's all for today. I'm going back to school first."

"Professor, let me take you there..." Old Tom stood up and followed.

Wright and Bogin watched the two men walk away, then looked away and were about to say something, when they suddenly realized that Melvin's beer was still the same, not a drop had been touched, and they had already drunk half a glass.

Remembering what they heard when they entered the room, the two looked at each other and fell into silence.

……

The Christmas holiday is slowly coming to an end.

Wizards who were on vacation returned home to prepare for the new year of work and study. Wizarding settlements in Britain resumed their prosperity, and wizarding pubs reopened for business.

As night fell, two figures emerged from the alleys of Hogsmeade. Malcolm and Tucroft walked side by side on the road, exchanging pleasantries and sharing interesting stories about their holidays. Passersby sat silently, glancing at the two, secretly wondering in their hearts.

But soon, the familiar dispute was heard again on the street.

"Whether a Seeker can catch the Golden Snitch has nothing to do with finger length. Harry Potter's victory is proof of that! Lamont lost, and that's because his skills weren't good enough! Don't blame his teammates! Don't blame his parents!"

"How can they be the same? One is a college competition, the other is the World Cup!"

"What a difference! His fingers are shorter than Lamont's, and he still won the game!"

"How can it be the same? He's Harry Potter!"

"So what!?"

"He beat that guy while he was in his crib!"

"..."

Watching the two people starting to push each other, passers-by breathed a sigh of relief. It was still the familiar voice, still the familiar movements. The neighbors before Christmas were all back.

Listening to the two people's quarrel, the residents came all the way to the Three Broomsticks. Suddenly, they found that the tavern had a brand new sign. On the glass window was a poster from a year ago. It showed Lamont riding a broom with high spirits, and the title was written below:

Scotland vs. Canada: The Final Battle of 1990!

……

eight pm.

Charing Cross in London's Westminster district looks a bit deserted from the outside, but once you step into the Leaky Cauldron, the bustling sound immediately fills your ears.

Fanatical fans crowded in front of the silver mirror, and every goal would cause the audience to cheer deafeningly. Old Tom squeezed into the front row to watch the game and cheered along with the customers. However, several of the Abbott family's nephews and nieces were busy carrying wine jugs.

"..."

Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt stood quietly in the corner at the edge of the counter, a position that was not likely to attract attention, but where he could still keep an eye on the situation in the room.

This was a regular customer of the bar. The waiter recognized this tall, dark-skinned, bald Auror and handed him the butterbeer he had asked for, teasing him about ending his vacation so early.

Shaker gave a helpless smile and said that he didn't want to work either.

Hearing the wizard's deep and slow voice, the clerk, who was a little irritated due to being too busy, calmed down and gave an extra serving of fish and chips.

Shaker leaned against the counter, watching the clerk go away and taking in the situation in the store.

There were still a few days of vacation left, and actually he didn't want to return to work so early, as he still had enough vacation time saved up in recent years. However, his job responsibilities were extremely special, and while the Ministry of Magic had holidays, he needed to be at work early at 10 Downing Street.

At the Ministry of Magic, he was the captain of the second Auror team in the Department of Law Enforcement, and in the Muggle Prime Minister's Office, he was an assistant secretary who was about to be promoted.

Shacklebolt's eyes swept across the image displayed by the silver mirror, his gaze calm.

The Memory Mirror looks like a magical improvement on a Muggle TV. If Director Umbridge gets to know about this, the Department of Law Enforcement will be busy again...

Testimonials

It's just... a little sudden.

I also felt it was a bit sudden.

However, the full attendance rule of Qidian has changed. If I delay any further, a small loser like me may not be able to get full attendance. So as soon as I saw the message from the station, I immediately reached an agreement with the editor:

Okay, put it on the shelf!

Then drag it up and put it on the shelf.

Ahem, let’s talk about this book.

This book is a bit better than the last one. I've prepared a rough outline that outlines some of the main plot points, including developing film and television media in the wizarding world to expand their influence, thereby seizing power from the Ministry of Magic and eliminating the fear brought by Voldemort. Melvin, like the old bee, becomes a shadow hanging over the Minister's head...

Overall, it's easy for daily use.

It was also decided before the book started that Hermione would be raised as a younger sister, but the female lead was not yet determined.

This is my outline, I will just move on to the rest.

As I was writing, I realized that this was different from the previous book. In the early stages of writing about Loren, I would describe the student's daily life in more detail, including what classes he took every day, the specific content of the courses, how the food in the cafeteria was, how the weather changed, when autumn and winter came, and how he spent his Christmas holidays...

It is rambling without distinguishing between details and omissions, and is euphemistically called everyday writing.

This book can't be written like this. There is no interaction with the heroine, and it takes several contacts with Hermione to slowly build a closer relationship, which makes daily life seem boring. On Christmas, the author wanted to describe Dumbledore's sensitive emotions, but Melvin took him to the Three Broomsticks to cheer him up, and then used this opportunity to reveal the secrets related to Voldemort, and then that part seemed boring.

Looking back now, it was still a matter of my writing skills. I wanted to write about the kind of subtle influence that was so effective, but it would be better to describe the principal's psychology directly.

Then let's talk about the update issue

As the book lovers in the group know, I work in food inspection, a kind of lab laborer. Overtime is a daily routine, and I occasionally have to be on duty in the lab. Without a liberal arts background, I can only rely on perseverance to write, basically making 12 yuan an hour. I get home around pm every night and sit in front of the computer at pm. If I'm in good shape, I can update by pm, but if I'm not, I get stuck. Even if the plot outline is already determined, I just can't write it, and then I drag it out until the early morning.

I should have updated the book a lot today to show my sincerity, but I had to go home for the May Day holiday and was delayed on the bus for half a day. When I got home, I spent a few more hours chatting about family matters and it was dark again.

Bowing in shame_(:3」∠)_

Finally, I would like to thank all the readers for their support. Sometimes when I see a familiar ID late at night, my heart always feels warm.

Damn, fight with the keyboard!

I will start typing in the small dark room tomorrow.

See if you can make 10,000 yuan a day.

Chapter 60 The vacation is over!

The Department of Law Enforcement, as a core department directly under the Ministry of Magic and the highest coordinating body of the law enforcement system, has several secondary departments set up within it:

The Auror Office oversees the investigation of magical crimes, the detention of suspects, and the execution of Wizengamot trial procedures throughout the territory;

The Wizengamot Bureau, which manages lawmaking and policy review;

The Strikers Reconnaissance Team is responsible for approving and issuing special operations permits for the Auror Force to combat dark magic forces that threaten wizard safety...

Although these departments have enormous authority and can even coordinate and manage other departments of the Ministry during special periods, they have lived in peace for nearly ten years since the fall of the Dark Lord. The most urgent mission they carried out last year was to deal with a minor magical leak case:

An old witch's tea set, a relic of hers, was resold to a Muggle antique shop, causing an accident to the female Muggle who bought the tea set and her relatives and friends. The Auror Office recovered the tea set and worked with the Memory Canceller to mitigate the impact of the incident. The remaining cleanup work was handed over to the Office for the Prevention of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts for investigation and handling.

It was originally just a minor violation of the Statute of Secrecy, but Director Umbridge of the Improper Use of Magic Office was being unreasonable. Not satisfied with taking credit for the work of Weasley and the others, she attempted to reclassify the case as a major violation of the Statute of Secrecy, a crisis that seriously threatened the survival and safety of British wizards...