Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Flitwick's house.

Mike was speechless looking at Arthur and Vesemir with empty hands in front of him.

"Don't you two have any luggage?"

Hearing this, Vesemir blushed, but Arthur said matter-of-factly: "Didn't you say there is everything there?"

That's true, but you two came here all the way from the United States, didn't you bring any luggage with you?

Mike was complaining crazily in his mind while telling the other party the name of the floo network coordinates of the factory.

The Dolphin Magic Drink Factory is owned by the irresponsible Infinite Magic Company in Los Santos.

Although the coordinate names are very difficult to pronounce, if you want to accurately use the Floo Network to teleport to the designated location, you must recite the coordinate names, so Arthur and Vesemir memorized them for a long time before they could barely remember them.

It has been three days since Mike and Vesemir finalized the contract. The reason why it took so long to let Arthur and the others go to the factory is because the old man Vesemir has too many demands.

Not only do they need independent and high-quality dormitories, but they also require a full set of training equipment and training venues.

In order to meet the old man's request, Mike had to invite the wizard construction team again, and it took a day and a half to finally complete everything the old man asked for.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Are you ready?"

"Okay...right?"

Faced with Mike's inquiry, Vesemir was a little unsure. Reciting the awkward name was really difficult for him, an old man with declining memory.

Mike ignored him and went directly into the fireplace and sprinkled the floo powder in his hand to teleport.

Arthur and Vesemir looked at each other and could only follow.

After a period of spinning that was unique to Floo network transmission, Arthur and Vesemir finally felt down to earth again.

What appeared in front of them now was a large conference room. The two of them dusted off the smoke before walking towards Mike, who had been waiting outside.

"Are you ready?" Mike said with a smile, "See my factory!"

With that said, Mike opened the door to the conference room and walked out. Arthur and Vesemir followed slowly. After seeing the scene outside, a look of trance immediately appeared on their faces.

I saw dozens of workers wearing uniform black uniforms sitting on a long assembly line. There were men, women, old and young, but each of them worked very seriously and did not notice Mike and others at all. 's arrival

Suddenly, the magic clock hanging high above the factory wall emitted a crisp music, and all the workers on the assembly line stopped when they heard the sound. Arthur looked up and saw that there were only a few simple text blocks on this magic clock, namely work-meal-rest-off duty.

At this time, the only hand on the magic clock was pointing at the dining position.

It turns out it's time to eat.

Vesemir suddenly understood and continued to look at the workers.

To his surprise, the originally expected scene of twos and threes heading to the restaurant talking and laughing did not appear. Order seemed to have been engraved in the bones of the workers, and they were seen lining up in an orderly manner, in batches. Leave the workshop in turn and go to the canteen next door.

"How's it going? Not bad, right?"

Mike said with pride.

Nowadays, the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory has been getting better after a period of running-in. Employees who love to cause trouble are constantly singled out and driven away, leaving only those who obey orders. The workers are very concerned about their daily work. We also became familiar with it, which led to the factory's output being further increased, reaching 5,000 bottles per week+.

But this output was still not enough compared to the huge market. In desperation (and joy), Mike and the Weasley brothers had no choice but to increase the price, doubling the wholesale price of Dolphin's Magic Drink in order to screen out those bottom level consumers.

Nowadays, there are no less than ten sales points of Dolphin's Magic Drink in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, two large wizarding gathering places. Those dealers who originally dismissed Dolphin's Magic Drink now now They all begged Mike to stock up.

Of course Mike readily agreed.

Of course, the price and benefits are naturally not as good as those of the first batch of dealers.

Although the price is a bit expensive, these dealers still readily agreed because they can pass on the extra cost to consumers. Now that Dolphin Magic Drink is in short supply, they don't need to worry about being unable to deliver the goods. question.

While the major dealers were making a lot of money, Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, was feeling very uncomfortable.

Because his dealer application has not been answered until now, what he doesn't know is that Mike did this on purpose. He has not forgotten everything he experienced in the Leaky Cauldron when he first entered the wizarding world.

He planned to go to the Leaky Cauldron in person tonight to have a good chat with the owner, Tom.

Let’s go back to Arthur and Vesemir.

The two followed Mike straight through the workshop and arrived at the employee living area at the back of the factory.

Compared with the lively workshop area and canteen in front, the living area is even more lively. Although the shift schedule set by Mike is for three shifts, eight hours of high-intensity labor every day is obviously not able to completely consume all the energy of the young workers.

So they gathered together in twos and threes, chatted, and played wizard chess.

Vesemir even saw some men and women walking hand in hand, seemingly in love.

What surprised Vesemir and Arthur was that no matter what these workers were doing, when they saw Mike, they would immediately stop what they were doing, stand at attention and tap their hearts with their right hands.

Mike would respond with a faint smile and a nod.

It wasn't until Mike disappeared from the workers' sight that they relaxed and continued what they were doing.

"Are you still doing this here?"

The sight of the workers saluting Mike reminded Vesemir of something bad, which made him a little uneasy.

Mike also saw his inner thoughts and responded calmly to the inquiry: "Order is a shortcut to increase productivity."

Vesemir looked at Mike deeply and stopped talking, assuming he believed what he said.

In other words, he was unwilling to believe his original conjecture.

A few minutes later, Mike led Arthur and Vesemir to a two-story small foreign-style building.

The small foreign-style building is located on the edge of the factory. Standing on the balcony on the second floor, you can see the endless forest sea. Next to the small foreign-style building, there is a large area of ​​newly developed land.

This open-air field is somewhat similar to the playground in a Muggle school. There are many white lines drawn with magic paint on the ground to divide the training areas. There are also a large number of training equipment and alchemy dummies scattered on the field. Although it is not as good as Professor Flitwick's training room, it can basically satisfy Arthur's training.

"How's it going? Isn't it nice here?"

"Just give it a try."

Vesemir pretended to be calm when answering Mike, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth had already betrayed him.

As for Arthur, he had already rushed into the small foreign-style building and looked at the furniture inside curiously.

"Then the safety of this factory is left to you." Mike said with a smile, "Your job is very easy. Just maintain the daily order. If there are any disputes among the workers, stop them. Don't let them If there is a physical conflict, at least you can’t take out your wand.”

Vesemir listened carefully. Seeing this, Mike continued: "Of course, your protection also includes the factory equipment and various properties. Once theft occurs but the thief is not caught, you will have to deduct wages."

"no problem!"

Vesemir agreed without hesitation. Compared with such a high salary, this workload was simply not worth mentioning.

"It's getting late, let's go have lunch."

"good."

Vesemir started walking back after hearing this. He had memorized the location of the canteen on the way here. However, Mike suddenly stopped him and said with some confusion:

"Where are you going? I have asked Shuke and Beta to prepare lunch in your dormitory as a welcome ceremony for you."

Vesemir was startled when he heard this and looked at Mike in surprise.

Mike smiled gently in the sunshine, his blond hair shining brightly, making his smile look particularly warm.

Vesemir felt warm in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face. The uneasiness in his heart caused by the previous salutes of the workers also disappeared.

Impossible, how could a boy with such a smile be the same as those two people.

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At night, Mike said goodbye to Arthur and Vesemir, and came to the Leaky Cauldron through the Floo Network fireplace.

At this time, the Leaky Cauldron was empty, and the usual old drunkards had disappeared. Tom had deliberately driven them away. Today, Tom was going to welcome an important guest here.

Tom paced back and forth in the bar anxiously, and the dull sound of footsteps was especially obvious in the silent night.

Mike is already late.

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the fireplace. Tom turned his head and saw a young man with short blond hair slowly walking out of the fireplace.

"Mr. Townley! I've admired you for a long time!"

Tom immediately put on a smiling face and greeted Mike enthusiastically.

However, facing Tom's hug, Mike turned sideways and dodged, causing the smile on Tom's face to suddenly freeze.

"Boss Tom, long time no see."

A slightly childish voice came from Mike's mouth, causing Tom to react. The slight unhappiness on his face quickly disappeared, and he diligently pulled out a chair and said to Mike: "Sit down, sit down, you want to drink some." What? I’m treating you tonight!”

Ignoring Tom's earnestness, Mike looked at the clean tables and chairs, nodded with satisfaction and sat down. Then he took out two bottles of ice-cold Dolphin Magic Drink from the Seamless Stretch Spell bag, and put One of the bottles was handed to Tom.

Tom's eyes shone when he saw Dolphin's Magic Drink. The reason why he was so humble was because of this cute little thing. In his eyes, this treasure with water droplets hanging on the bottle wall was not a drink at all. But the golden Galleons.

"Ha!" Tom opened the bottle cap and drank half of the bottle in one gulp before exhaling and saying, "It's really good! I feel like I've returned to my youth!"

Mike was indifferent to Tom's compliments and just fiddled with the drink bottle in his hand, as if this bottle of Dolphin's Magic Drink was different from other drinks.

The smile on Tom's face gradually stiffened. According to international practice, the two of them should talk to each other about business before talking about business. However, now that he was talking about it, Mike ignored him.

The feeling of being slapped on the horse's leg was unpleasant. Mike's behavior made Tom very dissatisfied. He even wondered whether Mike came here specifically to humiliate him.

He didn't know Mike's identity at first, but after investigation, he remembered that Mike was the kid who had a conflict with Old Pete two years ago.

Old Pete disappeared after the conflict with Mike, and his body was not found in the lake until a week later.

The initial conclusion given by the Ministry of Magic was that he fell into the water after being drunk. Old Peter's family had no suspicion at all. After hastily disposing of his body, they happily divided up his few possessions.

Seeing that no one cared about this matter, the Ministry of Magic gave up on pursuing it.

This is the so-called people do not hold officials accountable.

To be honest, Tom can quite understand Old Pete's family. Although Old Pete comes from a blogger family, all of his direct relatives have died, and extermination has always been a fine tradition in the British wizarding world. And because he has a bad temper and doesn't have many good friends, it's normal for no one to care about his life or death.

Even at the beginning, Tom believed the Ministry of Magic's statement. After all, old Peter was an alcoholic, and it would make sense for him to fall into the lake when he was drunk.

But after learning about Mike's existence, Tom began to doubt the cause of old Pete's death. The reason was unknown. Mike's deeds in the past two years all proved that he was a cruel person.

He was probably the one who killed old Pete!

Tom is not very willing to believe this conclusion, because if this is true, then Mike has been killing people since he was at least twelve years old.

This is really scary.

It's not that he didn't think about reporting Mike, but he had no evidence. And Mike has met many big people in the past two years. If he survives the attack...

Tom suppressed the terrible thoughts in his heart, forced a smile and said: "Mr. Townley, look at our Dolphin distribution contract..."

Tom suddenly stopped mid-sentence and looked at Mike expectantly. This made Mike feel very boring.

Originally, he planned to come here to indulge his addiction to pretending to be cool, but as a result, the bar owner Tom didn't take the bait at all. He looked like he was ready to be beaten and scolded by you, so Mike didn't have the slightest pleasure of revenge for being slapped in the face.

Now that I think about it carefully, Tom didn't seem to have much ill will towards me at the beginning. In a sense, driving him out of the bar was to prevent himself from being hurt more seriously.

Thinking of this, Mike sighed, and when he was about to let go, he saw a figure suddenly appear at the stairs of the second floor.

"Um, Boss Tom. Do you have any more hot dogs, sausages or anything?"

Harry, who was wearing pajamas, walked down the stairs and was slightly startled when he saw only Mike and Tom in the empty bar.