Conflicts between boys come and go quickly.
In particular, Bagir has the regal bearing of the legendary British King.
A little boy like Ron can't control himself at all.
Therefore, compared to yesterday's conflict with Harry, Bagir asked Professor McGonagall to forget the difference.
This little contradiction today.
As soon as Bagir glared at Ron, Ron was defeated.
"My fault, if Fanda really wanted to eat Banban, I'm afraid he would have done it long ago."
"Well," Ron touched his belly, walked to the bedside, and picked up a half-opened chocolate frog from the cabinet, but it was no longer very active. "Do you want to eat it? It was leftover from the train yesterday."
"No." Bajir was a little disgusted.
Although he had used a cleaning spell to clean up the remaining Banban Jiang, he still couldn't accept it psychologically.
"Let's go see Harry. I asked where the school hospital was yesterday."
This is a lie!
In fact, he had just found the school hospital on the second floor of Hogwarts in his mind.
"Yeah." Ron nodded after swallowing the chocolate frog in one gulp.
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Have you ever seen the Gryffindor common room at 6am?
It's often seen with Percy.
The sun that rises earlier than other areas in the Scottish plateau shines through the round window on the scarlet tapestry.
The witch who always had her back to them, wearing a long scarlet robe, holding her hat behind her back, looking down at a black cat sitting at her feet, would also reveal her true face at this time.
Young Professor McGonagall.
He could see this scene almost every day.
As Gryffindor's supervisor, he had to get up early every day to update the bulletin board next to the circular hole.
Paste school notices, various advertisements, posters, etc. on it.
Not to mention that today is the time for the first-year students to start their first class in their lives.
He needs to distribute the class schedule in his hand to every new student.
While thinking this, he used a sticking spell to stick the notice "Prohibited Items in the Castle" on the wooden board.
As soon as Ron and Bagir arrived in the lounge, they saw such a scene.
Percy yawned, sat upright, and waved his wand.
Ron had a complicated expression on his face, as if he had seen something that made him ashamed.
However, he was ashamed of himself.
I only saw the glory of supervising students, but did not pay attention to the hardships that followed.
Percy saw them too.
He quickly sat upright and tidied up his appearance.
"You guys got up so early?"
Bagir: "We're going to see Harry. He didn't come back last night. He's still in the school hospital."
At this time, Ron spoke up, "This is the first time I've seen you so tired."
"Is it so hard to supervise students?"
"Is so-called power so important?"
Percy froze.
He didn't expect Ron to ask such profound questions.
Then, he nodded without hesitation, "It's important. And it's not hard work. It's because the principal and teachers value me."
"This fruit of power is not bitter. On the contrary, it is infinitely sweet."
“When I think about someone taking me seriously, and this resume being a bonus when I’m looking for a job after graduation, I’m extremely excited. I’m very happy!”
He looked at Bagir and said, "From that picture of yours, we can see your ambition."
"The best job in the world is at the Ministry of Magic."
"It controls the food, clothing, housing, and transportation of all British wizards, everything they have!
"Money, honor, respectability..."
"Everything you can think of can be found in it."
His expression darkened, "As long as you don't learn from our father. Be willing to be ordinary and sacrifice your future for the so-called dream."
"I am willing to work in the dishonorable, disrespected and unpaid position of Director of the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts."
He looked at Ron solemnly, "Ronnie, do you know? Have you ever seen dad's working environment?"
"On the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, at the end of the corridor, opposite the broom closet, the area is smaller than the broom closet. As the director, he has only one subordinate. Their two tables are squeezed in, occupying the entire space. Stand up and move your body It’s all a little difficult.”
"There are a row of filing cabinets lined up along the wall around the desk, and the files inside are so full that they are almost overflowing. There are also packages of precariously stacked files on the top of the filing cabinets."
"Personal space is very little. The little available space on the office wall is pasted with some things that Dad is particularly fond of: several car advertisements, one of which shows a disassembled engine; two pictures from hemp A letterbox illustration cut out of a children’s book; there’s also a diagram of how to install a socket. Next to the overflowing inbox on my desk is a family photo of our family.”
Percy's voice was deep, and even after many years, he still completely remembered all the layout of the office.
Ron's head dropped, his face as red as a monkey's butt.
Bagir was full of doubts.
Their family is very familiar with the job structure of the Ministry of Magic.
Before he awakened his memory, he had been picking mushrooms all day long and had been influenced by it.
"Your father's position is director. And the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Items is an independent department. It is part of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic."
Percy nodded, "Is something wrong?"
Bagir asked tentatively: "Where does your knowledge of the Ministry of Magic come from?"
Percy gathered himself together.
He was not Ron, and he was keenly aware of the implication of Bajir's words.
Is his father's job amazing?
"My dad, and your picture. I don't know the other details in detail. I have been studying hard. I am taking 12 courses and serving as a supervisor at the same time."
Bagir took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm going to say something subversive. Don't be surprised."
"The director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is not comparable to the directors of other departments. Not to mention that your father is an independent department."
"To a certain extent, as long as your father doesn't want to, neither the Minister of Magic nor the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement can order him."
"Judging from the name of the department, it seems that only your father could compile the laws regarding Muggle supplies."
"Even laws related to Muggles, your father thinks, can also take the lead in writing."
Percy was still a little confused, "No one can care about it, it's really good. But Muggles? Is there any benefit from this?"
"Jobs related to Muggles... although it is politically incorrect to discriminate against Muggles, no wizard will take it seriously."
Bagir was extremely depressed, "Are you crazy? Do you know the global population statistics of 1991? That is, how many people were Muggles? 5.383 billion people!"
"There are 57,424,900 Muggles in the UK!"
"And we have only four thousand wizards in Britain combined!"
"Don't you understand? What a huge market the Muggle world is!"
"The law in this area was compiled and directed by your father."
"Especially now that there are protection laws, but in fact all aspects of the Muggle world have invaded the wizarding world."
"For example, Ron's sneakers, and the suits that Fudge and other upper-level officials from the Ministry of Magic like to wear!"
"Even our wizard robes, the ones we all wear on a daily basis, can definitely be mass-customized by a factory in the Muggle world. Or we can buy fabric and make them ourselves!"
"There are also magic cameras. Apart from the spells and developing potions on them, they are actually no different from Muggle ones. You can buy them in the Muggle world and reprocess them. It doesn't cost 100 galleons to buy them at Wieseacre Magic Supplies Shop. The finished product.”
"Let me do the math for you. According to the current exchange rate, 5 pounds is equal to 1 galleons."
"Nowadays, cameras in the Muggle world are much more advanced than those in the magical world. They only cost about 300 pounds, which is only 60 galleons. And the developing potion costs 1 silver Sickle per bottle. The magic camera spell is not difficult, you can learn it by yourself .”
"For only 60 Galleons, 1 Sickle, and a magic camera."
"And my exchange rate is official from Gringotts. There is an upper limit on the Galleons exchanged by normal Muggle families. In the black market, there are people willing to exchange not only 5 pounds per Galleung, but even 40 pounds per Galleung."
Ron: "50 pounds, is anyone willing to exchange it?"
He had already begun to fantasize about converting the few silver coins in his hand into pounds, and then going to the Muggle world to buy cloth, stationery and other things, and then selling them back to the magical world.
Bagir: "Twenty gold galleons is about one-tenth of a kilogram, and the price of gold is about £10,000 per kilogram, so a gold galleon is worth about fifty pounds."
"If it's really 50, or even higher, they won't exchange it for gold. Why don't they go to Gringotts to exchange it?"
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