A little badger from Hogwarts

Neither Quirrell, nor Rita Sturkey, nor Hart took them too seriously.

Because the actions of these two people are beyond his control, one is Voldemort's parasite, and the other is a paparazzi reporter active outside the school.

Hart, a poor student, couldn't do anything to them. In this case, he might as well focus on more meaningful things.

For him, the most meaningful thing now is of course learning magic.

Hart did not need to spend much energy on the main required courses. He had already completed the normal courses. He only needed to pay attention to the additional knowledge added by the professors.

Snape was a big problem, but after last year, Hart no longer cared about his verbal abuse.

As long as the potion was brewed and met his expectations, no matter how much Snape said, he would treat the old bat as a fart.

With his innate affinity for the elective Care of Magical Creatures class, Hart didn't have to worry about it.

In the remaining spare time, Hart plunged into the vast sea of ​​magic texts and struggled hard.

He just ignored what was going on outside the window and only wanted to study magical literature. Harry Potter, Voldemort and so on were all thrown out of the sky by him.

Until more than a month later, at a lunch meeting, Hart was suddenly approached by Harry and Ron, two brothers in trouble, while he was eating.

"Hart, can you teach us how to fight a wizard duel?"

"Huh?" Hart, who sucked the noodles into his mouth, looked at the two people in front of him and asked, "You two haven't even learned the most basic levitating spell. Why are you playing a wizard duel?"

Ron waved his arms excitedly: "This is all the fault of Malfoy from Slytherin. During the last flying lesson, he deliberately took away Neville's memory ball. I heard that Harry was selected for Gryffindor. After the Quidditch team, he spread rumors everywhere, saying that Harry got in through the back door and was selected by Professor McGonagall."

"We went to him to reason with him, and when we were so angry, we agreed to have a wizard duel with him."

"Oh, that's it!" Hart knocked his head, remembering this matter.

"The advice I can give you is just one word, don't go!"

"How can that be possible!" Ron said sternly: "If we don't go, let the Slytherin people know about it, and we won't spread it everywhere that we are cowards."

Although Harry didn't speak, it was clear from the way he nodded that he agreed with this point of view.

"That little Malfoy asked you to have a duel sometime." Now that they were here, Hart didn't mind teaching the two little lions a lesson.

"midnight!"

"This looks like a scam. If that little Malfoy really wants to challenge you to a duel, wouldn't it be better to choose a duel during the day to show his victory?"

Harry instantly understood what Hart meant and said angrily: "It turns out this guy wants to lure us out of the dormitory in the middle of the night and then report us to Filch."

"Ah?" Ron was angry and a little confused: "How can Draco Malfoy be so unethical? Do they not care about the honor of Slytherin?"

"Slytherin's house motto only emphasizes ambition and strength, and they will always do whatever it takes to achieve their goals."

Hart reminded them: "You two are really big-hearted. Don't you even do the basic work of collecting intelligence before you fight with someone?"

"Uh, this..."

Harry and Ron hesitated for a long time, and finally choked out: "This is our first time, how can we know this kind of thing?"

"Then remember, no matter who you are dealing with in the future, you must collect intelligence in advance before taking action, so as not to wander around like a headless fly."

Hart kindly gave them a few words of advice. After all, without Hermione, a smart star, running into Hufflepuff, the two brothers without backup support were like a car without brakes. They might hit the south wall at any time. , can't come down.

"All right!"

Although Harry and Ron nodded, only God knows how much they listened.

And that's all Hart can do to help. After all, he has his own affairs to be busy with and has no time to be the savior's nanny.

After finishing the food in front of him in a few mouthfuls, Hart left the auditorium and returned to the lounge.

After opening the door, Cedric, who was waiting, and several Hufflepuff wizards who were about to graduate from the sixth and seventh grades stood up immediately.

"Hart, you are finally here!"

"Why are you so nervous? Relax and sit down." Hart looked at the nervous people strangely and asked them to sit down.

"Hart, do you really want to open a factory?"

As soon as everyone sat down, everyone eagerly rubbed their hands and asked what they were most curious about.

Hart looked at Cedric in shock, "How did you deliver the news?"

"You did say you wanted to open a factory?" Cedric also scratched his head.

"Definitely, you don't understand what I mean."

Hart said to the nine people present except him and Cedric: "According to the long-term plan, I do have plans to open a factory. But now, I don't have enough funds and technology, so I can only set up an early-stage factory." The technical team specializes in researching things related to magic texts and magic props."

"So it is!"

Everyone suddenly realized, and at the same time they felt a lot more relaxed. They were the students with the highest level of magic writing in Hufflepuff. This was tested by Professor Phoenix in the mid-term exam.

"How about it? Is everyone interested?" Hart was also a little uneasy. This was his first time doing formal organizational work.

Although last year's protests seemed lively, they actually broke up after just one poke. Without the acquiescence of the professors, he would not have been able to create such a big movement.

But now, Hart wants to organize his own group without relying on anyone else, and may even have to fight Death Eaters in the future.

Can you do it yourself?

Hart felt his palms become sweaty.

"no problem!"

Unexpectedly, all nine people agreed. They said: "After graduation, there is nowhere to go. If I follow Hart, I will have a career."

"What do you mean, your grades are all good?" Hart didn't understand how they couldn't find a job.

"Forget it, we are all Muggle-born, and the professors also rejected our request to give us vocational courses."

At this time, Hart remembered something he had forgotten, and remembered the matter discussed at the party a few months ago.

Although it is not good to say this, I still thank the professors for rejecting this request, otherwise I might not be able to recruit people for the pie I created.

"But, Hart, do you have any research direction?"

"Of course. I bought some broomsticks from school that are still in good condition. Let's take them apart and study them."

"Are you going to get into the broomstick business?"

"No, the technical threshold for flying broomsticks is high, and the market is basically monopolized by a few large companies. If we enter the market empty-handed, we will lose nothing."

"What I want everyone to study is how this broom keeps magic on a fixed object."