The summer vacation was unbearably hot. Even after August, the weather had been sunny for more than ten days. The sky was as hot as a steamer, and the ground was as hot as a pot of boiling magic potion.
In this kind of weather, there was one person in 12 Grimmauld Square who was even more irritable than the hot weather. He sat at the messy dining table with the Daily Prophet open in his hand, his eyebrows tightly knitted. In a large photo on the first page, the glamorous and alluring Hibiscus Dracul was pointing at a television. Her red lips opened and closed as she called for everyone to come to Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley to experience the Harris Television Station's pilot broadcast on Saturday. A large advertisement occupied the most prominent position on the front page. "All Sorcerers who are present to participate can participate in the lucky draw. The top 10 winners will receive the latest Sorcerer's television developed by the Harris Family, which is worth 800 gold Galleons. The second 100 winners will receive a one-year television license worth 60 gold Galleons."
"Muggle's TV has been developed in the wizarding world?" Harry was surprised, temporarily forgetting his troubles.
Sirius flipped back to the first page, and his eyes were even gloomier. "The front page is actually an advertisement for Family Harris' new product. A little wizard casting a spell during the holiday was taken to court, and it was even put on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Now, the news of a Dementor attacking an innocent little wizard for no reason was put in an inconspicuous corner by the two mainstream media outlets, the Daily Prophet and Sing Different Tune. They didn't even include a photo. The Daily Prophet even said that it was an accident. They didn't even mention the Dementors …"
Sirius angrily threw the newspaper on the table and left the table. He locked himself in his mother's room and began to curse at her portrait.
The people at the table who hadn't left yet looked in the direction where Sirius left and exchanged worried glances with each other.
Ginny walked in from outside the room and broke the silence. She was holding five envelopes in her hands.
"The book list is here." She threw an envelope to Harry, who had left his seat and was staring blankly in the direction where Sirius had left. "This year's book list came so early."
Harry came back to his senses and opened the letter. There were two pieces of parchment inside. One reminded him that school would start on September 1st, and the other told him what books he needed for the next school year.
"It looks like we have to find time to go to Diagon Alley. Other than buying new books, I also need a new crucible. Ron …" Harry turned his head and found Ron standing there motionless. His mouth was slightly open as he stared blankly at the letter the Hogwarts had given him.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked as he circled behind Ron and looked at the parchment over his shoulder.
His mouth dropped open in shock.
"Harry, did you get it?" Hermione's face was red as she stared at the envelope in her hands without looking up. "I'm also a prefect. Harry, me too!"
"No." Harry understood what Hermione meant. His voice was dry. "It's Ron, not me."
"Ron?" Hermione looked up abruptly and saw the red and gold badges in Ron's hands. She was so shocked that her mouth couldn't close.
Ron turned to look at her and raised his eyebrows with a smug expression on his face. Hermione frowned and turned her face away in disgust.
"Oh, Ron, that's great! Prefect! I'm going to buy you a set of red and gold pajamas to match your badge. "
Mrs. Weasley wrapped her arms tightly around Ron's neck and kissed him on the cheek. Ron's face was even redder than his badge.
"Mom … Don't … Mom, control yourself …" he murmured, desperately trying to push her away.
For some reason, Harry found himself unwilling to watch the scene in front of him. He grabbed his envelope and walked to his room.
Hermione blinked and followed Harry into the room.
"Harry?" Hermione said hesitantly.
"That's great, Hermione," Harry said with exaggerated enthusiasm. It didn't sound like his voice at all, and his eyes still didn't look at Hermione. "That's amazing. Prefect, you're amazing. "
"Thank you," Hermione said. "Well — Harry — I'm here to say goodbye. I need to go to Allen's place. I have an appointment with his family."
"Okay, Hermione. Please say hello to Allen for me," Harry said, still with the same overly enthusiastic tone that didn't sound like his own. "Go ahead."
Hermione hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say, "Harry, you're actually better than Ron and more suitable to be the prefect." She turned and left. Harry slowly walked back to the bed and fell on it, staring at the foot of the wardrobe in a daze.
In the Harris manor, Allen also received a letter from the Hogwarts. Mrs. Harris happily held Allen's prefect badge and put it next to Allen's new magic robe.
"Okay, sweetheart, come to the conference room quickly. The meeting is about to start." Mr. Harris straightened his shirt and urged.
With the expansion of Family Harris, in the Harris manor, the northernmost room on the second floor was specially transformed into a gorgeous conference room.
At this time, the core members of Family Harris gathered together to discuss the leadership structure and the composition of the Film and Television Department of the Ministry of Magic.
"I think Mrs. Harris is the best candidate for the director of this new department." John Bartha, who had communicated with Mr. Harris beforehand and understood Mr. Harris's intentions, suggested.
He had short curly blond hair and round glasses. He looked a little silly, but as Mr. Harris's confidant, no one would ignore his words.
His suggestion was unanimously adopted by everyone, and no one objected.
Mrs. Harris unconsciously tugged at the corner of Mr. Harris's shirt. Her eyes flickered. She had no confidence in managing a department that she didn't understand at all.
Mr. Harris was keenly aware of the change in his wife's mood. He held Mrs. Harris's hand and patted it comfortingly.
"It's not difficult. After all, we are the only TV producer and TV station in the beginning. We are all reliable people in charge of these things. It won't be difficult for you to manage. This project will definitely get bigger and bigger in the future. We just need to slowly sum up our experience in the process. "Lunn also spoke out to comfort him.
Mrs. Harris blinked. With the encouragement of her husband and son, she accepted the position.
"Then, it's settled. The director of the Film and Television Department of the Ministry of Magic is Morgan-le-Feil Harris." After the warm applause stopped, Mr. Harris stood up and announced another piece of news with a smile on his face. "In addition, I want to tell everyone a piece of good news. My eldest son, Albert Harris, and Hibiscus Chinensis Dracul are engaged. The wedding is tentatively scheduled for next summer. I hope everyone can spare some time to attend. Hibiscus Chinensis Dracul will also be transferred to the Film and Television Department of the Ministry of Magic and will also serve as the chief resident host of Harris TV Station. "
"According to the working hours, her position in the Ministry of Magic is part-time." In the midst of the congratulations, the first director of Harris TV Station, Xenophilus Lovegood, muttered.
"Father, I want to summarize the knowledge of Golem production before school starts so that I can provide it to Ross Geller and the other people in charge of Golem development as soon as possible." After the meeting, Allen said to Mr. Harris. After that, he went back to his room.
After Allen left, Mrs. Harris took out some financial statements. She was a little worried as she handed a summary report to Mr. Harris.
"Owen, the magical creature reserve has just been established, and Harris TV Station has just started. These all involve large expenditures. And now, a large sum of money has to be invested in the Golem research project. I'm afraid that such a big step in development will lead to insufficient funds. "
Mr. Harris took the report that Mrs. Harris handed to him, flipped through it, and said, "Actually, some time ago, I had already tactfully expressed this attitude to Allen. I asked him to use the Magic Stone to make a lot of gold. The purpose was to slow him down and wait for some of our Family Harris' investments to start paying back before proceeding step by step. But obviously, he doesn't think so. It's not good for me to make any more requests of him. " That was all that Mr. Harris said. Mrs. Harris didn't say anything more and poured a cup of Ceylon black tea for Mr. Harris.
Mr. Harris took the tea and took a sip to moisten his somewhat dry throat. He said worriedly, "He also asked that the price of the television not be too high, saying that it would be convenient for it to be popularized. But Allen can't always use the Magic Stone to refine gold. He has other more important things to do. "
Although Mr. Harris usually had great power in the Ministry of Magic, like the rest of the family, they would always compromise in front of Allen and subconsciously care about Allen's views and feelings. Because Family Harris's current glory was all thanks to Allen.
Therefore, although Mr. and Mrs. Harris, who held the power of finance, were worried about carrying out so many projects at once, they couldn't ask Allen to suspend the research and development of the golem.
"The reason why we can be where we are today is all because of Allen. No matter what he wants to do, we should support him unconditionally." Albert was more straightforward. Although he didn't know much about family and business management and was a little confused, he believed that whatever Allen wanted to achieve, he should support it no matter what.
Although Lunn agreed with Mr. and Mrs. Harris's words, he wisely kept silent. After all, as Albert said, without Allen, Harris wouldn't be where they were today.
"I think that all the decisions that Allen has made so far are correct." Daisy stood firmly on her brother's side. Penello, who was beside her and couldn't speak in this kind of situation, nodded in agreement.
Hermione sat at the side and carefully flipped through the reports. After a while, she looked at the data and said without lifting her head, "Although I learned a little about Muggle's economics in advance in order to enter the Muggle's highest school, I still haven't matured in the field of economics. But I can see that Family Harris's management style is still very traditional for a pureblood family. This kind of traditional management style is more suitable for a family that has developed for many generations. After generations of hard work and accumulation, the industries that they invest in can already create huge economic value and bring in all kinds of returns.
Family Harris has already lost the traditional industries that they used to have in Germany, so they should be considered a new family. Now, with so many measures in parallel and the development of so many industries in different fields, if it was a traditional family that had developed for several generations and had enough time and foundation, all the industries didn't need to coordinate too much with each other. They just needed to focus on their own fields. But Family Harris can't do that. They invest in too many projects, the scope is too wide, the development is too fast, there is no overall management, the projects are messy, there is no unified goal, and everyone is in charge of their own business.
In this aspect, we can learn from Muggle and set up a department to be the overall commander, to obtain information from various industries and coordinate management. This way, the company can be more efficient in commanding, developing, and controlling. "
Hermione was completely immersed in her thoughts. After expressing her thoughts, she realized that everyone was staring at her. Suddenly, she felt her cheeks heat up. She had been so engrossed in reading those reports that she had forgotten that with her current status, it was not appropriate for her to participate in the discussion of the Harris family.
Hermione clenched her fist in annoyance and scratched her disheveled hair embarrassedly. She quickly added, "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have …"
"No, no, no, Hermione, you said very well. It's a very constructive suggestion. How about this, I'll leave this matter to you. You'll come up with a plan. How about that? " Mr. Harris interrupted Hermione's apology. His eyes were bright, and his tone was full of admiration for Hermione.
Hermione's cheeks suddenly turned red. She waved her hands and said, "I only read a few books. I didn't really learn this economic knowledge. I'm still just a student …"
"Don't underestimate yourself. You're knowledgeable, smart, and have seen the world of Muggle. You're much better than us," Mrs. Harris also interrupted Hermione's rejection. She stroked Hermione's hair and said, "How about this, you come up with a plan, and then we'll discuss and review it later.
Hermione, who received affirmation and praise, nodded happily. She decided to use the rest of the summer vacation to do some research and strive to come up with a feasible overall plan.
Penello bit her red lips, secretly regretting that when she was still a Muggle, she wasn't as talented and eager to learn as Hermione. This know-it-all lady studied economics at such a young age.
Then Penello looked at Luna. She wanted to know how Luna would react after hearing Hermione's words. However, she found that Luna had fallen asleep with her head tilted back against the back of the chair. There was a trace of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.
"I'm really mad … I'm still looking forward to Luna's reaction." Penello sighed, shook her head with a wry smile, and looked away. Thinking of Mr. Lovegood's recent holiday was coming to an end, he was going to be busy with work and didn't have many days to spare. A few days ago, he insisted on taking Luna to play and enjoy the father-daughter time. It seems that Luna was tired out.
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