People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

"Is it a rough stone like Hermione that has been passed down?"

"Outrageous! I thought the first generation of wizards were very bad!"

"That's right, the reason why Hermione is so great is because she is a 'know-it-all'."

"A magic value limit? Could it be that some spell cards with high mana consumption have spells that have low mana and can't even enter the door?"

"Hermione and Neville are completely opposite. One has bad hardware, and the other has bad software. However, Hermione's trait as a first-generation wizard, [Master of All Magic], makes up for the hardware problem. She can get started even if she doesn't have enough magic power, and can cast spells that require high magic power. She's just less powerful than normal wizards who meet the requirements."

"However, according to the panel of the [Spellbook], none of the spells I learned before cost more than 4 mana. Hermione's is enough."

"The dashboards of these characters who seem to have great weight in the eyes of the world are indeed more interesting than the data collected from the extras at the train station."

"When can I make friends with Dumbledore? I really want to see his statistics."

Bajir sighed inwardly.

But Ron's voice came from behind.

"Bajir?"

That brought Bagel's working hours to an end.

He had originally planned to spend 5000 gems to retrieve the [Echoes] of Harry, Ron, Neville, Hagrid, and Draco Malfoy to check.

Baqir stretched and turned his head.

Ron rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. "Is Harry up too? Or has he stayed away all night?"

At the same time, his other hand skillfully stroked Banban's fat belly.

Baqir's eyes lit up.

Scabbers! Peter Pettigrew!

He now has just over 10,000 gems.

Harry and his team spent almost half of their time on the production of [Echo].

If Peter Pettigrew's identity is exposed.

Sirius is released from prison early?

There are at least a few thousand!

Tens of thousands is not impossible!

After all, when Voldemort rose to power, it was Peter Pettigrew who found him!

"Don't look at my rat!" Ron stuffed Scabbers into his pocket, "I fed you Fanta last night, along with Hedwig!"

"Hey!" Bagir got angry.

Fanta is his brother, a family member who grew up together.

"Animals that have signed a contract with wizards, except that they cannot speak, have human intelligence to some extent. Due to their own magical magnetic field, they treat other wizard pets more like their own kind."

"The same is true between natural enemies like cats and mice."

Ron still looked warily at Fanta, who was dozing in the open cage. "But your owl is not like that."

"I just learned that owls eat mice. I thought they only ate nuts!"

"Yesterday, when I found the rat jerky you mentioned, Fanta and Hedwig's eyes turned green."

"Scabbers must be terrified too."

"This is because..." Bajir didn't know what to say.

Can he say, my owl Fanta, who has the blood of Thunderbird, and wizard pets with the blood of magical creatures are smarter, can he see that Scabbers is a human? Because Scabbers is a human, in fact, he and Ron have no contract, and Ron will still get fat if he eats too much?

He could only glare at Ron unhappily and said casually, "Harry and I both have snowy owls. In addition to the advantage of longevity: compared to the 3-5 years of small owls, their lifespan can reach more than 20 years, and up to 35 years. They also have another characteristic, their staple food is mice, and they only eat mice with fur."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 24: The Huge Muggle Market

Conflicts between boys come and go quickly.

In particular, Basil has the kingly bearing of the legendary king of Britain.

A little boy like Ron simply couldn't control himself.

So, it was different from Harry's conflict yesterday, which he forgot by relying on Badgill questioning Professor McGonagall.

This little contradiction today.

As soon as Bajir glared at Ron, Ron was defeated.

"My bad. If Fanta really wanted to eat Banban, he would have done it a long time ago."

"Hmm," Ron touched his stomach, walked to the bedside, and picked up a half-opened, but not very active Chocolate Frog from the cabinet. "Do you want to eat it? It's left over from the train yesterday."

"No." Bagir felt a little disgusted.

Although he used a cleaning spell to clean the remaining sauce on it, he still couldn't accept it psychologically.

"Let's go see Harry. I asked where the hospital wing is yesterday."

This is a lie!

In fact, he had just found the school hospital on the second floor of Hogwarts in his mind.

"Yeah." Ron swallowed the Chocolate Frog in one gulp and nodded.

Have you ever seen the Gryffindor common room at 6am?

Percy is seen quite often.

The sun in the Scottish Highlands, which rises earlier than in other areas, shines through the round windows onto the scarlet tapestry.

The witch, who had her back to them all the time, wearing a long scarlet robe, with her hat held behind her, looking down at a black cat sitting at her feet, would also reveal her true face at this moment.

Young Professor McGonagall.

He saw these scenes almost every day.

As the supervisor of Gryffindor, he had to get up early every day to update the notice board next to the circular hole.

Post school notices, various advertisements, posters, etc. on it.

Not to mention that today is the day for first-year students to start their first class in their lives.

He needs to distribute the class schedule in his hand to every new student.

As he thought this, he used a sticking spell to stick the notice about "Prohibited Items in the Castle" on the wooden board.

As soon as Ron and Basil arrived at the lounge, they saw this scene.

Percy was yawning and sprawled out, waving his wand.

Ron had a complicated expression on his face, as if he had seen something that made him ashamed.

However, he was ashamed of himself.

We only see the glory of supervising students, but ignore the hardships that follow.

Percy saw them too.

He immediately sat up straight and tidied his appearance.

"You guys got up so early?"

Basil: "We need to go check on Harry. He didn't come back last night. He's still in the hospital wing."

At this time, Ron spoke up, "This is the first time I see you so tired."

“Is it so hard to supervise students?”

“Is so-called power so important?”

Percy froze.

He didn't expect Ron to ask such a profound question.

Then, he nodded without hesitation, "It's important. And it's not hard work. It's the principal and teachers who value me."

"The fruit of this power is not bitter. On the contrary, it is extremely sweet."

"I am so excited and happy to think that someone values ​​me and that this resume will be a plus when I look for a job after graduation!"

He looked at Bajir and said, "From your picture, I can see your ambition."

"The best job in the world is at the Ministry of Magic."

"It controls the food, clothing, housing and transportation of all wizards in Britain!

"Money, honor, respectability."

“Everything you can think of is in there.”

His expression darkened. "As long as we don't learn from our fathers. We are content with being ordinary and sacrificing our future for the so-called dream."

"Being willing to work in the undignified, disrespected, and low-paying position of Director of the Office for the Prevention of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts."

He looked at Ron seriously, "Ronnie, you know what? Have you ever seen your father's working environment?"

"It's on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, at the end of the corridor, opposite the broom closet. The area is smaller than the broom closet. As the director, he only has one subordinate. Their two desks are squeezed in, taking up the entire space. It's a bit difficult to stand up and move around."

"Around the desk, along the wall, were filing cabinets filled to the point of overflowing with files. On top of the cabinets were piled precariously with bundles of documents."

"There was very little personal space. The little space available on the walls was covered with Dad's favorite things: a few car ads, including one with a disassembled engine; two illustrations of mailboxes cut out of Muggle children's books; and a diagram of how to install an electrical socket. Next to the already full in-tray on the desk was a family photo of us."

Percy's voice was deep. Even after so many years, he still remembered the entire layout of the office completely.

Ron lowered his head, his face as red as a monkey's butt.

Baqir was full of doubts.

Their family is quite familiar with the job structure of the Ministry of Magic.

Before his memory was awakened, he was picking mushrooms all day long and was influenced by it.

"Your father's position is director, right? And the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office is an independent department, under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic."

Percy nodded, "What's wrong?"

Basil asked tentatively, "Where do you get your knowledge of the Ministry of Magic?"

Percy collected himself.

He was not Ron, and he was keenly aware of the hidden meaning in Basil's words.

Is his father's job really that great?

"My dad, and your picture. I don't know the details of the others, but I'm trying to learn. I'm also a supervisor while taking 12 classes."

Baqir took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you something subversive. Don't be surprised."

"The Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is not comparable to the Directors of other departments. Not to mention that your father is an independent department."

"To some extent, as long as your father doesn't want to, neither the Minister of Magic nor the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement can order him to do so."

"Judging from the name of the department, the laws regarding Muggle paraphernalia are probably only compiled by your father."

"Your father might even take the lead in writing laws related to Muggles."

Percy was still a little confused. "It's really good that no one can control it. But Muggles? What's the benefit of this?"

"A job that has something to do with Muggles. Although it is politically incorrect to discriminate against Muggles, no wizard would look down on it."

Baqir was extremely depressed. "Are you crazy? Do you know the global population statistics in 1991? In other words, how many Muggles there were? 53.83 billion people!"

"There are 5742.49 Muggles in the UK!"

"And the wizards in our country only number about 4,000 in total!"

"Don't you understand? The Muggle world is such a huge market!"

"And the law in this area was compiled and led by your father."

"Especially now that they say there are protective laws, but in reality every aspect of the Muggle world has invaded the wizarding world."

"For example, Ron's sneakers, and the suits that Fudge and other high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic like to wear!"