Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 408 Employees with Unique Personalities

"One thousand Galleons?!"

Molly felt a little dizzy and Arthur also had a stomachache.

Bill and Charlie looked at Charles in surprise, forgetting to chew and swallow the sandwiches in their mouths.

Their family had never touched such a huge sum of money, and Charles invested it in Fred and George without blinking an eye.

Others already knew about this. Charles gave the money in front of everyone after the results of the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination were announced at the end of the term. It was said that the twin brothers even took the gold coins back to the dormitory and spread them on their beds to sleep for the night.

Molly asked Fred and George nervously, "You didn't threaten Smith?"

Fred replied, "Mom, have you forgotten that we have been helping Charles with things?"

George also said: "We talked about this when we bought Ginny a broomstick two years ago."

Molly thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. She was terrified in Diagon Alley at the time.

At that time, I just saw the thing and didn’t know how much it cost. I didn’t have the intuitive understanding of a thousand Galleons, so the shock this time was even greater.

Molly was feeling very conflicted at this moment.

She had always wanted Fred and George to work in the Ministry of Magic. Their results in the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations this year were pretty good, at least they passed, so they could go to a decent department.

Now, Charles invested one thousand Galleons in the two of them, and they would not be able to pay back the money if they joined the Ministry of Magic.

No matter how complicated it is, etiquette cannot be neglected.

Molly complained to the two of them: "Why didn't you say so earlier? At least invite Smith to stay for dinner."

Harry said sheepishly, "Charles had other things to do today, so I dragged him here."

"He opened a branch of the Dancing Grass restaurant near the Quidditch World Cup stadium. I was going to check out the layout just now."

Charles was busier than he thought.

The big tent of the Dancing Grass Restaurant, the competition venue, has been set up.

Dobby and his companions were not hiding like the house-elves. Instead, they were busy there wearing blue overalls and special safety helmets.

Charles expanded the interior space of the tent, and Dobie and his friends moved tables, chairs, tableware and kitchen utensils in.

Later, a spell will be cast to set up an ice storage to store the ingredients.

Mos Jeff and the others will come later and cast warning magic on the tent.

Charles was worried that there might be some Death Eaters causing trouble that night, so he said to Dobby, "If there is any chaos in the camp, the wizards can take shelter in the tents."

Dobby was startled and asked hurriedly: "Boss, are you saying that someone wants to sabotage the game?"

Charles said: "It could be sabotage of the game, it could be sabotage after the game, or there could be a fire in the tent camp, so be prepared."

Dobby asked again: "Should we prepare for battle?"

Charles nodded.

Dobby asked excitedly, "If a bad wizard is planning to attack us, can we use all means to protect the tent?"

Charles felt something was wrong. After thinking about it, he didn't know what was wrong, so he said, "You decide. I'll send a group of dolls to help you."

Charles and Dobby had talked about this before. They had the task of guarding the house, so there would be no problem in protecting the restaurant's tent.

After chatting for a while, a working elf lady caught Charles' attention.

This elder sister was responsible for the logistical support for Dobby and his team, and every hour she would bring a basket of fresh juice and enthusiastically deliver it to the wizards in the surrounding Ministry of Magic.

Charles was silent when he saw her. She was wearing a short blond wig, a white suspender skirt and high heels, and earrings on her long ears. It was obvious that she was cosplaying Marilyn Monroe. A young man from the Ministry of Magic whistled at her, and she blew a kiss back, which immediately amused the people around her.

The elderly wizard had a stern face and looked unhappy.

Dobby told Charles: "Norma is from America. Her owner treated her very well. He gave her freedom before he died. Her owner also let her wear that outfit."

"After Norma was freed, she wandered around for a while. When Mos Jeff returned to the United States, he heard about her and brought her here."

Charles thought her previous owner must have been a fan of Marilyn Monroe, so that wasn't a problem.

He said to Dobby, "It seems that we can consider the United States to increase the number of employees."

Dobby replied, "Norma brought a friend with her. I asked him to find some companions from the United States. They are currently training at Farbaton Castle."

Charles nodded, which was a good idea. After giving a few instructions, he returned to Farbatten Castle.

After arriving at the castle, he went to the office area of ​​the working elves. In the large conference room, old employees were training new employees.

Charles blinked. There were cosplays of Elvis Presley, Jimi Hendrix, Bruce Lee, The Good, the Bad, the Ugly, Elizabeth Taylor's Cleopatra, and even ET the elf. The guy cosplaying Bruce Lee had a pair of nunchakus on his desk. It seemed that American wizards knew how to play.

A few working elves who were on break today were standing outside the door, pointing at the way their new colleague was dressed.

Charles couldn't help but wonder, why didn't Dobby and the others cosplay as the Beatles?
This is a good thing, as many people are face-blind to the working elves. Except for Dobby, who wears a suit, sunglasses, a gold chain, and a small gold watch, sometimes even their gender is wrong.

Charles returned to number 3 Privet Drive, and found that the fireplace door would not open due to the Muggle guests.

He could only go to a nearby tavern run by a wizard and take a taxi home.

Several local dignitaries came to the house. Charles greeted them politely one by one and then went upstairs to his room.

The data from the Muggle fertilizer experiment has been collated, and a data analysis has been written based on it.

The real names of the relevant fertilizers and plants are used. When telling the academic experts who process the data, those incomprehensible things like "dragon dung" are code names for certain fertilizers, and the same goes for the names of plants.

Charles wanted to test the effectiveness of ordinary fertilizers, but in the eyes of academic experts, he was testing the effectiveness of several new fertilizers code-named "dragon dung".

The same is true for the medicinal effects of plants when used as medicinal materials. What they focus on is the content of certain substances in the plants.

There are so many experiments of this kind, and this practice of preventing plagiarism is commonplace. Academic experts don't care, as long as the money is there.

Now Charles needs to turn this into a paper.

He went to the study, sat down in front of his computer, unpacked it, installed Word 6.0 and Excel 4.0 which were released at the end of last year, and then started working.

Dumbledore returned at dark, looking defeated.

He sat down in front of the computer, turned it on, opened the CD-ROM drive, and put the teacup away after the magic-enhanced CD tray popped out.

"Are you ready to talk?" Dumbledore asked Charles.

Charles replied: "No problem."

Dumbledore opened Heartbeat Memories and said in confusion, "Why don't the methods in it work? I was teaching Black today and I messed up."

Charles was silent for a moment, then said, "Japan and Britain have different national conditions."

He was speechless, but he felt relieved when he thought that Dumbledore, Lupin, Black and the old man had no experience of dating women in their twenties or thirties.

Charles continued, "Why not ask Professor Sprout for advice?"

Then he asked, "Someone told me that she wants to interview Grindelwald. Ask him to contact me."

Dumbledore replied: "Yes, just a historian, no problem."

(End of this chapter)