Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world

Chapter 103 Weasley Electric Company, the transformation begins

As Fred continued to stroke his wand, they stretched and extended in the air, gradually shaping into regular, flat strips.

On the other side, George used the same spell to suspend the mithril amalgam in mid-air. As a liquid metal, the strong surface tension made the mithril amalgam naturally transform into a sphere with almost no operation required.

As Fred molded the gel into a rubber strip, the twins looked at each other.
"Ready, George?"

"Ready, Fred!"

"Then let's get started!"

The two men shouted, stared with wide eyes at the rubber strip and the spherical mithril mercury in mid-air, and waved their wands vigorously.

Because they were using too much force, their faces turned red, and their sitting postures were even deformed, with their buttocks slightly raised.

Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth, she was afraid that she would laugh out loud, because what she saw at the moment was too shocking - the twins' faces were flushed, their buttocks were raised, the posture was too indecent.

The two were still waving their wands frantically, but they didn't cast any spells.

The girl regretted again that she did not bring her camera from home. She decided that she must remember to bring her camera with her when she was in second grade!
In fact, Hermione was still a little disappointed. She was very smart. Although Vaughn had not explicitly stated his intention to take care of her, she had guessed that she did not seem to have a talent for alchemy.

Because she couldn't see the symbols.

She knew that Fred and George were definitely using alchemy, and she felt their postures were strange because she couldn't see.

And Vaughn beside her could obviously see it.

Hermione looked up at Vaughn, who had grown taller recently and was still staring at the twins. She asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"It's very difficult," Vaughan replied. "But the symbol is collapsing, so it's going well."

In Vaughn's vision, as the twins used alchemy, the light spots surrounding their bodies, which strangely lacked a sense of space and had no "spherical" shape at all, but were only "circular" in shape, trembled and gradually collapsed towards the center of the circle.

They eventually converged into a ball of light within the two people's bodies.

Vaughn's knowledge of alchemy was limited, so he wasn't sure how everything was done. Perhaps it was the flow of magic power, or perhaps some technique in alchemy.

In short, the ball of light flowed like a gurgling stream from the abdomens of the two men to their arms, passed through their wands, and finally flowed into the rubber strips and mithril mercury respectively.

When the light was fully injected and the "circle" reappeared on the surface of the rubber strip and mithril mercury, the twins gasped and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the two still did not dare to delay because there was one last step.

Fred and George continued to wave their wands, and under their spells, the rubber strip curled inward, and the mithril mercury suddenly split into many small balls the size of soybeans.

Hermione was finally able to see this scene, but what discouraged her was that when Fred waved his wand again, the mithril-mercury balls stretched and deformed again, as if preparing to outline the symbol, but even the mithril-mercury disappeared from her sight.

She finally understood why Fred hadn't drawn the symbol for her...because it was useless!
She only saw that the rubber strip controlled by George curled into a tube, and then it seemed to hit something, and some invisible thing began to merge into it. The originally pure white rubber strip suddenly appeared light gold, as if it had been painted with gold paint.

Beside him, Vaughn, who had been watching silently, raised his hand.

The silent and powerless levitation spell picked up the wire on the ground. The twins, already tired and pale, nodded to their brother and controlled the freshly made insulation layer to cover the wire, wrapping, splicing, and cutting.

Finally, a section of wire about 30 inches long, with a faint golden surface, fell to the ground.

The twins were already panting with exhaustion. George lay directly on the floor. Fred still had some strength left. He dug out a small diesel generator and connector from his and George's backpacks and handed them to Vaughn. "This is what you gave us back then. We've modified it using the same method. Vaughn, try it yourself. George and I are really exhausted!"

Vaughn looked at their exhausted expressions and asked, "Did you use magic to complete the alchemy?"

This kind of exhaustion is usually the aftereffect of excessive consumption of magic power.

"Of course, alchemy is also magic, my stupid brother!" George complained weakly.

"How dare you! How dare you speak to the boss like that?" Fred scolded him, then jokingly said, "We're counting on the boss to be satisfied and support our business!"

Vaughn, who had called up the somewhat depressed Hermione to help him connect the generator and lightbulb, said, "Don't worry, if there are no problems with the experiment, I will provide you with the funds to open a magic trick shop."

The twins looked at each other.

George, who had been complaining before, smiled flatteringly: "Well, my dear brother, we don't want to open a magic trick shop anymore. Of course, we will still make some prank props occasionally..."

Vaughn, who was working on the line, glanced at them but didn't stop.

"You said back then that once we figured out a way to fix the magical interference with electricity, we'd stop thinking about Magic Tricks... As expected of our genius brother, you were spot on!"

"Nonsense! A troll like you still wants to understand the brain of a genius?"

"Your way of flattering me is too straightforward, Fred. There's no sense of beauty in it. Unlike me, I completely keep my admiration and respect for my brother in my heart!"

"you……"

While the twins were bickering with each other, Vaughn and Hermione had already connected the wires. Vaughn gently pressed the start button, and the generator roared into operation.

He and Hermione stared at the light, while the twins on the other side stopped bickering.

Four pairs of eyes watched as the generator tracks began to spin rapidly and the motor, covered with a layer of golden rubber, began to tremble.

The golden wire suddenly vibrated, emitting a faint magical halo like the aurora.

At the other end of the wire, the solitary light bulb flickered a few times.

The next moment, a dim light lit up in the House of Requirement, which was illuminated by braziers and torches!

Looking at the light that was completely different from the magical flame, Fred murmured, "Vaughn, you're right. We have found a greater pursuit..."

When Vaughn and his team were conducting experiments in the Room of Requirement.

Also on the eighth floor, at the end of the corridor, is the principal's office, accessible via a movable staircase.

Dumbledore was giving Snape instructions: "Severus, I'll have to trouble you to find a way to force Quirinus and create a sense of urgency for him so that he must enter the mechanism according to the time we set... Most importantly, make sure Harry discovers all this!"

Snape's face grew long, and he looked unhappy: "Excuse me, Dumbledore, although I thought Quirrell was a fool when we were in school, especially a few months ago, when he failed in the theft on Halloween and was stopped by Potter, Granger and Vaughan, he dared to stay, which made me marvel at his stupidity, but..."

He emphasized, "But I think as long as you're in school for one day, he won't take any more risks. After that, the mysterious man tortured him for a long time... The mysterious man is down and out now, but it's undeniable that he's still cunning, smart, and alert!"

"At least in the past few months, I haven't been able to find out what method he used to maintain his life, which was like a candle in the wind... You and Vaughn clearly took away all the unicorns."

Speaking of this, Snape looked a little confused.

Investigating what Voldemort relies on to stay alive has been the focus of his work in the past few months. Theoretically, Voldemort chose to suck the blood of unicorns, which means that unicorn blood is likely the only way.

But in the past few months, whether in Knockturn Alley or the underground blocks, Snape had not investigated any abnormal transactions in unicorn blood. Because unicorn blood contained a curse, its scope of use was very narrow. In addition, unicorns were rare, so it was considered a relatively rare thing in the entire wizarding world.

If someone bought it frequently, it would be impossible for him not to find out given his status as a potion master and his connections.

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at his confused and anxious expression, and suddenly asked, "Severus, don't you want Tom to be resurrected?"

Snape said impatiently: "Of course not, no one wants him to come back..."

"No, you are different, Severus." Dumbledore interrupted his defense with a calm expression: "I noticed that you have always kept the Dark Mark. You have never given up your admiration and recognition of Tom, but you don't want him to be resurrected... because you know that Tom will definitely hurt Harry!"

In the corner, Snape subconsciously took a step back, hiding his arms and face out of the candlelight.

As if this would allow him to continue keeping his secret.

There was an unspeakable silence in the air.

After a long while, Snape's indifferent voice, as subtle as the wriggling of a venomous snake, could be heard from the darkness: "I don't have time to play boring emotional counseling games with you. If you have nothing else to do, please allow me to take my leave. My time is precious!"

Dumbledore's eyes, as blue as the sky, high and indifferent, stared at Snape for a moment, and suddenly a smile appeared in his eyes.

The originally heavy atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

He laughed heartily. "It was just a joke, dear Severus, why take it so seriously? Well, let's get back to the subject."

"Of course I know how cunning Tom is, so I will use a legitimate excuse to disappear from Hogwarts for a while."

"What reason?"

"Some time ago, the International Confederation of Wizards forwarded an invitation to Vaughn to visit North America for an academic visit. They also wanted to discuss the proposal to establish a North American branch of the Werewolf Affairs Committee. Vaughn and I have temporarily put this matter aside."

Dumbledore blinked as he spoke. "However, this is an important international invitation after all. We can't just keep ignoring it. Mr. Vaughan Weasley plans to formally notify the North American side through official channels in due course. It would be perfectly reasonable for me, the headmaster, to attend as his companion."

Snape's face twitched. The old man always found ways to cheat people.

But if you think about it carefully, this reason is indeed reasonable.

It was rare for Hogwarts to produce an internationally renowned student, so the headmaster had to accompany him throughout the entire process, and the official note received no shortage of media exposure.

In this way, you can keep track of Dumbledore's movements just by reading the newspaper every day.

No matter how cautious the mysterious person is, he will most likely put aside his suspicions.

But he still couldn't help but question: "So, how are you and Vaughn going to get back..."

As soon as he said that, Snape felt a pair of burning eyes staring at him. He followed his gaze and saw an ugly bird that looked like a chicken, staring at him with its small eyes next to the huge desk that belonged to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "You should know your former master, Severus. He was a genius, but it was precisely because of his genius that he was so arrogant. Apart from himself and me, he looked down on everyone else, let alone magical creatures."

"Tom would never have guessed that the Hogwarts Anti-Apparition Charm was ineffective against the magic of magical creatures."

Snape was silent again.

Based on his understanding of the mysterious man, the mysterious man was not just unable to think of it.

Even if such a thing is discovered, the other party will not use the magic of magical animals.

Tom Riddle's pride in his bloodline and wizardry is a kind of paranoia that is difficult for ordinary people to understand. In a sense, he can be called the person in the world who is most obsessed with the purity of wizards.

In his opinion, only wizards are worthy of possessing magic, and anything else is evil.

After a moment of silence, Snape nodded and asked the same question as Vaughn had asked not long ago: "I understand. When is the specific date for the plan?"

"Two weeks from now is a more suitable time. By then, the installation will be complete, and students and professors will have entered the busiest period at the end of the semester. Everyone is like a wound-up spring. Most importantly, after Harry completes the challenge, he will have plenty of time to enjoy the fun of learning... Severus, you must have prepared a sumptuous after-school meal for him!"

At this moment, Snape, who had always had a stern face, finally smiled.

Just when he couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to share with Dumbledore his arrangements for Harry's studies, he saw Dumbledore suddenly raise his head.

Those blue eyes shone brightly.

It was as if he could see through the heavy door and magical protection of the office and look straight into some unknown place.

"Dumbledore?"

"Ah..." Dumbledore came back to his senses, and the light in his eyes dimmed. "What did you say, Severus?"

Snape asked in confusion: "What did you just see?"

Dumbledore didn't answer for a moment. After a moment's thought, he replied in an elusive tone, "Light... the light produced by the collision of two completely different civilizations is very weak, but it seems to contain certain possibilities..."

Snape: "...Speak human language!"

Dumbledore regained his composure and smiled, "I'm sorry, Severus, but that was the most human way I could think of."

In the process of solving the problem of magical interference with electricity, the twins gained a deep understanding of electricity, an energy source that runs through the history of modern Muggle technology.

And the technology that Muggles have developed over hundreds of years, based on electricity.

This greatly broadened their horizons.

The perspective on Muggle items is no longer superficial, but people begin to try to put aside their wizarding thinking and understand more deeply from the perspective of Muggles what principles a Muggle technology product uses, what functions it achieves, and why it develops.

The feeling of first contact with an unfamiliar field was so fascinating that the twins even gave up their beloved magic trick shop and were now obsessed with electricity and mechanics.

This was originally Vaughan's purpose.

He had always understood that beneath Fred and George's mischievous appearance, it was not because they were playful, but because of their strong curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

It's just that in the past, the two of them did not receive good guidance - in terms of how to behave and educate people and morality, Arthur and Molly are undoubtedly successful parents.

But they are not very qualified in guiding children's studies, or, with more and more children, their attention is inevitably distracted.

The older ones, Bill, Charlie and Percy, were okay, but since the twins, they had been left to their own devices. Ron was simply a poor student.

If you want to change the future destiny of Fred and George, you can't let them continue along the old path. Vaughn has no prejudice against making prank props. If it were a peacetime, it would also be a skill that could allow people to survive.

The problem is, the future is not peaceful.

Vaughn, who has experienced two lifetimes, knows very well that teenagers are at their most rebellious, and forceful interference and change will often only have the opposite effect.

That's why he deliberately concealed the news that the school was going to crack down on truancy, and watched the twins fall into a deep pit and were heavily in debt. Then, he guided them step by step to use their curiosity and thirst for knowledge in the places he had planned!
Like this moment.

"Vaughn, what do you think about George and I starting a Weasleys' Electric Company?"

"Producing electricity?"

"Magic Electricity!" Fred emphasized seriously, clearly and concisely highlighting the selling point. "Of course, the current products may only include wires, lights, and other things that are easy to modify."

Vaughn remained noncommittal, saying, "So, how are you going to price it? I just noticed that you used about four ounces of mithril dust to modify a 30-inch section of wire. If I remember correctly, the current price is 4 gold galleons per ounce."

a bolt from the blue!

The twins were stunned.

Vaughn didn't reject it outright, but simply shook his head. "If you really want to start an electric power company, then you need to continue improving your technology, reducing the amount of mithril powder used, or finding a cheaper alternative. Otherwise, one inch of wire will cost nearly three gold galleons, and no wizard can afford such wire!"

With just one sentence, the twins were devastated and turned gray, which made Hermione feel a little sorry for them.

Noticing she wanted to speak, Vaughn shook his head slightly at her.

Hermione had to hold back her anger as Vaughan continued to "attack" the twins. "But I'm quite pessimistic about whether a substitute can be found. I'm sure you've all tested the materials I provided. If there were a solution, you wouldn't have thought of using mithril. After all, even if you didn't know the price, you should know that it's a very precious magical metal."

Hearing this, Fred was dejected. "Yes... We originally wanted to try to reduce the effects of magic, but later found that it wasn't ideal. We accidentally tested mithril and came up with this idea."

George's focus, however, was on something else entirely. He stared blankly at the generators and wires, which were largely covered in mithril-mercury rubber. His voice trembled, "One ounce of mithril powder costs 1 gold galleons... Vaughn, what's the total price of the experimental materials you provided us?"

Vaughn Tycoon Weasley said calmly, "It's 2000 Galleons in total. If I just sell potions, it will probably take me several months to get that much."

As he spoke, he changed the subject, "Of course, that was the price of my potions before. Ever since I developed the Wolfsbane Potion and received the Order of Merlin, my partner pharmacies have taken the opportunity to raise the price of my products. Now it only takes a little over a month."

"Uh!!!"

George clutched his chest, breathing hard.

Fred, who was standing beside him, looked ashen. "...So, we've burned through over 1000 of your Galleons during this time?"

"To be precise, you have burned everything that has been provided to you!"

"Then...let me ask, is this money provided to us for free, or is it a loan or an investment?"

Vaughn smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

What else could he think? Fred wanted to shamelessly ask for it for free, but knowing his brother as he did, the other party was at most making an investment; free? Don't even dream about it!

The twins looked at each other, wanting to cry but unable to.

They knew that Vaughn's money was not easy to get. If 2000 gold galleons were considered a loan, they might not be able to pay it back in their lifetime given the current trend.

If it is considered an investment... that would be even more terrifying. By then, will Weasley Electric Company be named Weasley or... Huh?

So their last name is Weasley, that’s all right!
The optimistic twins became cheerful again.

They came up to Vaughan with flattering smiles, pinching his shoulders and feet:

"Dear brother, we know you won't drive me to death. Wires are expensive and can't be sold, but you'll definitely find a way to make them useful."

"That's right, everyone knows that our dear Vaughn is the smartest of the Weasley family. Fred and George are just baboons who haven't seen a tiger!"

"Yes, yes. Percy is even worse. He's not even worthy of carrying your shoes!"

Enjoying the twins' hospitality, Vaughan automatically ignored their flattery and their "villainous" behavior of criticizing Percy. After hanging around for a while, he took out a few things from his bag.

"Your technology is expensive and can't be used on wires, mainly because of the large amount of wires used. But if it is used on electronic products, it can significantly reduce secondary costs!"

Fred and George, who were massaging each other's shoulders and feet, looked at the machine Vaughn took out with curiosity on their faces. "What is this?"

Before Vaughan could answer, Hermione recognized it: "V8 tape camera? Home projector?"

Seeing that the twins were confused, Hermione quickly explained the functions she knew to them.

After hearing the concept of video, the twins looked puzzled. "Isn't it just a moving painting? What's so special about it? We've all learned how to mix developing chemicals. We can take any photograph and make it move."

"It's different!" Hermione said seriously, "Photos in the wizarding world can only be animated for a few seconds, but these Muggle electronic products..."

She turned on the V8 camera, took out the tape, and pointed to the small box. "A tape like this can store 60 minutes of footage. Just a dozen or so can record your entire day's life and experiences. Then, using the projector next to it, you can broadcast it to 10 or 100 people, and you can even make copies..."

The twins gradually understood that this was the stuff used in Muggle movies!
But they still couldn't imagine how such a thing could sell. Who would want to see what a stranger did in a day? Was it to trick everyone into learning how to make a Muggle movie?

Until Vaughn pointed out, "You can start with a small goal and try to get everyone to agree. For example, a week later, it will be the last Quidditch match of this semester. This crucial moment will determine who will win the championship between Gryffindor and Slytherin this year. Not only are the students concerned, but many parents and even graduating seniors are also concerned."

"But they're unlikely to come back specifically to watch. If you can fix the machine and film it... then you can make copies of the tapes and projectors, are you worried about not being able to sell them? With this demonstration, why worry about no one trying it?"

Ding!
The twins' eyes lit up instantly as the words woke them up from their dreams!
.....................

"The competition is in a week, or to be exact, there are still eight days until then. Friends, that is the most important match, it concerns our year's sweat and hard work, and it touches the hearts of all Gryffindors!"

Early in the morning, Hermione was about to go to the library with her books. When she passed by the courtyard, she saw Wood standing on the platform of the courtyard fountain as if he had been injected with chicken blood, shouting to the team members below.

It's a pity that his teammates didn't give him much face.

Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson were whispering to each other, seemingly discussing some girlish topic. Harry's eyes were dull as he looked at the Ravenclaws on the other side of the courtyard, as if he had been bewitched.

Alicia Spinnet was looking at Wood, but Hermione felt that there was something wrong with the way she was staring at Wood's head.

Since she was a Chaser, Hermione didn't dare to think too much about it.

The twins went even further. They simply gathered around the fountain, using the steps as desks, discussing with each other while writing and drawing in their notebooks.

Seeing Hermione, the twins immediately left Wood and the team members and ran over to stop her:
"Hermione, we were just planning to come find you later!"

"Come on, come on, help us look at this circuit diagram, right? The Muggle camera may look insignificant, but it's really complicated!"

"Yes, yes, Hermione, you are a Muggle-born, you must know more than us, give us some reference."

Hermione was speechless: "Fred, George, not all Muggles understand Muggle technology..."

The twins were very confused by this: "But all wizards know magic!"

"..."

Although it was a twisted logic, it sounded really reasonable. Hermione couldn't think of how to refute it for a moment.

It took Hermione a while to convince the twins that Muggle technology, like magical disciplines, had its own specializations.

The twins were a little disappointed, but they still didn't let Hermione go. At least Hermione had actually used the camera and projector and was very familiar with their functions. The two begged her to help teach them how to use them.

As he said that, he was about to follow Hermione to the library.

"Aren't you in a meeting? Wood has been glaring at you since just now. He looks like he's almost pissed off!"

The twins said nonchalantly, "Don't mind him. He's been going crazy with OWLs lately (Harry was in his first year and Wood was in his fifth year)."

"Why do you think he called us to the courtyard for a meeting so early in the morning?"

"Oliver Wood, this guy actually wants to do super special training every day for the next week. He thinks we don't know that he just wants to skip classes!"

"Did you see the look in Spinnet's eyes? She wanted to rip Wood's head off and use it as a Quaffle!"

Hermione was dumbfounded. She had originally felt some sympathy for Wood.

As the twins walked away in a daze, Hermione could still hear Wood shouting, "Friends, my dear comrades, I implore you not to be influenced by those two Weasleys. They have allowed themselves to degenerate..."

Then, Angelina Johnson couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "Shut up, Harry, Aaliyah, help me grab his legs!"

As they turned the corner of the courtyard corridor, Hermione took a last look and saw that Wood, the goalkeeper who was not tall and strong, was being held by Angelina, the chaser, by the neck like a chicken, while Alia and Harry were holding his legs.

They laughed and cheered, throwing Wood into the fountain...

That was probably one of the rare times they had been able to laugh easily in recent times.

Although Wood's purpose is not pure, in fact, the Gryffindor Quidditch team is under great pressure. The Slytherin team is currently leading in the total points and is relatively calm. Even if they lose the last game, the final result is still in suspense under the total points win system.

In contrast, Gryffindor can't afford to lose and has to win by a large margin to be sure of victory.

As old rivals, the Gryffindors know best how difficult Slytherin is. What is most worrying is that in recent times, Vaughn, who is regarded as a serious threat by the Gryffindor team, has also begun to frequently participate in the Slytherin team's special training.

I spent more than two hours in the morning explaining in detail the various functions of the camera and projector to the twins.

In the afternoon, Hermione appeared on the Quidditch field to cheer for Slytherin.

She sat in the Ravenclaw stands, staring intently at Vaughn flying at high speed in the air. She was so nervous that she clenched her hands to her chest and tightly grasped her robes. Sometimes, like the other girls around her, she screamed in surprise because of Vaughn's dangerous actions.

This made Ron, who had sneaked over with Harry and Wood to "spy on military intelligence", very dissatisfied:
"Which side is she from?"

Madam Pomfrey's medical skills always make young wizards love and hate her. They love her medical authority, and every professor approves her sick leave notes.

I hate that her medical skills are so good. As long as the disease is not life-threatening, she can basically cure it quickly.

Ron, who was electrocuted, only stayed in the school hospital for one night. After the effect of the relaxant wore off, he was kicked out of the hospital by Madam Pomfrey - yes, he was able to stay for one night because of the powerful effect of the relaxant. The damage caused by the electric shock itself was cured by a bottle of white citronella essence from Madam Pomfrey.

In fact, Ron didn't want to be discharged from the hospital at all.

The reason why he followed Harry and Wood to spy on military intelligence in the afternoon was that he didn't want to go back to Gryffindor Tower.

Since this morning, some wicked fellow has been spreading the news, and everyone has been calling him "Out of Control Warrior" and "Jet Hero" whenever they see him...

There is no friendliness in the relationships between people.

So vicious!

Ron really couldn't stay in that environment.

Wood sniffed uncomfortably. There was nothing he could do. He had also heard the rumors, and when he saw Ron he couldn't help but feel that there seemed to be a strange smell in the air, so there was always Harry between him and Ron.

However, he agreed with Ron's dissatisfaction. He said seriously, "Granger's position is indeed problematic. She even persuaded Fred and George to study Muggle things this morning. Her intentions are very impure, right, Harry?"

After waiting for a while and hearing no answer from Harry, Wood looked over and saw Harry staring at the stands with his eyes wide open. "Harry?"

"what?"

"What are you looking at? Your mouth is watering."

Harry's face flushed red, and he wiped the corner of his mouth hurriedly: "No, nothing, just dazed..."

Wood and Ron, who have been single since birth, of course didn't notice that Harry's eyes were always on an Asian girl in the stands.

Wood repeated what he had just said seriously, and said to Harry worriedly, "Harry, do you know what the Weasley twins and Granger are doing? I'm very worried about their condition. You and Ron, you are their friends and family. If you have time, please ask them and try to persuade them."

"Harry, this is our best year yet, and I really want to win!"

Listening to Wood's words, Harry once again looked towards the Ravenclaw stands, at the Asian girl who was staring at Vaughn's figure intently.

He just felt bad.

Not only does Wood want to win, he also... wants to win very much!

Harry seemed absent-minded throughout the afternoon, but he still kept Wood's instructions in mind and prepared to persuade the twins who were up to something again.

In the evening, Harry, who had been wandering around Hogwarts alone for a long time—Ron had escaped to Hagrid's Hut—finally found Fred and George in the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

Speaking of which, I have to thank Guoguo Tea.

When passing by the second floor, he happened to see Guo Guocha taking a walk.

Harry had seen how clever Fruit Tea was last year, so he tried to ask Fruit Tea to help him find someone. Not long after he left the second floor, he saw Filch's annoying cat, and Mrs. Norris came looking for him along the way.

Mrs. Loris was very aloof and looked down upon his dried fish, but she did not make creepy noises when she saw him as she did before. Instead, she led the way in front.

Harry followed Mrs. Norris to the eighth floor and saw the door handle appear on the wall opposite the tapestry of the troll hitting Barnabas with a club. He realized that Fred and George were hiding in the Room of Requirement.

I knocked on the door, and it was indeed one of the twins who opened it.

He was startled to see Mrs. Norris squatting in front of the door.

He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Harry: "I was so scared, I thought it was that Squib Filch who came looking for me."

"Squib?"

He casually explained to Harry, a newbie and poor student in the wizarding world, what a Squib meant. He then pulled Harry inside and said, "You've come just in time. We were looking for you. Come and help us test the machine. After that, we'll discuss cooperation with you."

"Machine? Testing? Collaboration?"

Harry, with his head full of questions, was dragged into the Room of Requirement.

The room behind the door was not the training ground Harry was familiar with, nor was it Vaughn's favorite study, but an empty classroom.

At this moment, the center of the classroom was filled with parts and instruments. A machine was spewing black smoke and roaring. Many golden wires were connected to it, and the other end was connected to other instruments.

At the farthest point, there was a huge curtain that was held taut by a frame and looked like it was made of metal.

Facing the screen, about 10 feet away, the other twin was fiddling with a strange-looking machine and asked without turning around:
"George, who is it?"

"It's Harry, Fred. We were talking about inviting him."

Hearing this, Fred immediately raised his head and looked at Harry expectantly. "Harry, this is truly a gift from fate. We were planning to come find you tonight... Let's not talk about that for now. Come, help us test the filming first."

Harry looked confused: "Filming?"

Unexpectedly, Fred and George were even more surprised than him: "You don't recognize these things? Cameras? Projectors? Hermione knew what they were at a glance, you...?"

Camera? Projector?
Harry, who had been excluded from the Dursley family since childhood and had no chance of participating in family entertainment activities, only occasionally heard such terms on TV.

He stared with wide eyes at the strange-looking instruments and lights in front of him...wait!
Harry suddenly noticed something he had just overlooked. He looked at the lights on the instruments, the few bulbs scattered around, and the machine spewing black smoke and making a loud noise, and said in surprise:

"Electricity! You created electricity at Hogwarts?"

Even though he was a poor student, when Harry entered school last year and found that Hogwarts was still using torches and braziers for lighting, he asked why they didn't use electric lights.

And he learned from Ron—Ron said he learned it from Vaughn too—that the magic at Hogwarts interfered with electricity.

Harry originally thought that he would have to spend his seven years of school life with old-fashioned torches and braziers!

Looking at the long-lost electric light, Harry was so excited that he almost forgot his purpose. Fortunately, he remembered:

"Have you been doing this lately? No wonder Wood said you weren't focused on training all day. Let me try to persuade you."

The twins looked at each other and shook their heads. "Compared to what we are doing now, none of that matters. Since you don't know these things, let me show you."

As they spoke, they picked up a small machine from the ground and pointed it at Harry.

"Look here, Harry."

Harry, who knew nothing about the machine, just followed the twins' instructions and struck a few poses. After a while, the twins stopped, opened the small machine, and took out a cassette.

"The effect of the shooting just now was not very good."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that he, a guy who grew up in a Muggle society, would have no knowledge of Muggle technology at all. He filmed like a goose."

"It doesn't matter. We're just testing it now."

"Actually, I think it's quite meaningful. For example, we could give it a title like 'The Savior's Foolish Moment'. That should be able to attract attention."

"Oh, you're a genius, George!"

Harry felt something was wrong, but he wasn't sure what.

He stared blankly as Fred put the tape into the machine facing the screen.

Soon, as Fred shook the roller-like structure on the machine, a beam of light shot out from the machine and shone on the silver-gray screen 10 feet away.

Then, Harry was surprised and embarrassed to see himself on the curtain with a dull expression, looking like a fool.

But along with it comes a sense of freshness.

This was the first time he saw himself from another angle, not a photo or a mirror, but with the same texture as the pictures in the cinema that he had seen on TV when he had accidentally glanced at them.

Whether watching a movie or appearing in a "movie", this was Harry's first time!
After watching for a while, he looked at the twins: "Is this thing... a movie?"

The twins nodded repeatedly: "You can say that."

"See, Harry, Wood doesn't understand how great we are doing. We are bringing technology into the wizarding world, allowing wizards to enjoy the fruits and convenience of technology."

"That's right. We have decided to film the entire Quidditch match a week from now and distribute the footage to thousands of households so that everyone can see the heroic performance of Gryffindor!"

"Also let everyone see how Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, turned the tide, and convey your glorious image directly to people's eyes and hearts."

"So, Harry, do you want to work with us?"

Harry was confused and blushing. He didn't know what he was thinking. His breathing became heavy. He didn't care about Wood's instructions at this moment. He just asked with a red face, "When you say cooperation, you plan to film me? Like the protagonist in the movie?"

(End of this chapter)