Chapter 485? Prefect (Modified)

This summer vacation is really unbearably hot, even after August. The weather has been sunny for more than ten days in a row, making the whole England as hot as a steamer and the ground like a cauldron in which a pot of boiling magic potion has just been boiled.

In this weather, there was a person in No. 12 Grimmauld Place who was even more irritable than in this hot weather. He was sitting at the dining table with messy cups and plates, opening a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand and frowning. In a large photo on the first page, the radiant and gorgeous Fleur Delacour pointed at a TV, opened and closed her red lips, and called on everyone to go to Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley on Saturday. Experience the Harris TV pilot show. A large advertisement occupied the most prominent position on the front page: "All wizards who attend can participate in the lottery. The top 10 people will receive the latest research and development of the Harris family, worth 800 gold, for free. Galleons’ Wizard TV, 100 second prize winners will receive a one-year television license worth 60 gold Galleons…”

"Muggle television has been developed into the wizarding world?" Harry asked in surprise, temporarily forgetting his troubles.

Sirius turned to the first page again, and his eyes became even more gloomy: "The front page was actually an advertisement for the Harris family's new product. A little wizard casting a spell during the holidays was brought to court for trial, and even "The Prophet" The Daily Prophet put it on the front page, but now the news about the unprovoked attack of the dementors on the innocent little wizard has been relegated to an inconspicuous corner by the two mainstream media outlets, the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler. On the photo, the Daily Prophet even just said it was an accident and didn't even mention the dementors..."

Sirius angrily threw the newspaper on the table, left the table angrily, locked himself in his mother's room and began to curse at her portrait.

Everyone at the dinner table who had not yet left looked at the direction Sirius left and exchanged worried glances with each other.

The silence was broken by Ginny walking in from outside the room, holding five envelopes in her hands.

"The book list is here," she said, throwing an envelope to Harry, who had left his seat and stared in the direction Sirius left. "This year's book list has come so early."

Harry came back to his senses and opened his letter. There were two pieces of parchment inside. One was to remind him that school would start on September 1st, as usual, and the other told him what books he would need for the next school year.

"It seems we have to find time to go to Diagon Alley. In addition to buying new books, I also need a new crucible, Ron..." Harry turned his head and found Ron standing there motionless, with his mouth slightly open. Staring blankly at the letter given to him by Hogwarts.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?" Harry asked, walking around behind Ron and looking over his shoulder at the parchment.

His mouth opened in surprise.

"Harry, have you got it?" Hermione's face turned red and she stared at the envelope in her hand without raising her head. "I'm a prefect too, Harry, so am I!"

"No," Harry said in a dry voice, understanding what Hermione meant, "It's Ron, not me."

"Ron?" Hermione looked up suddenly and saw the red and gold badges in Ron's hand. She was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

At this moment Ron turned to look at her, raising his eyebrows with a proud 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, with your badge."

Mrs. Weasley put her arms tightly around Ron's neck and kissed him from left to right. Ron's face turned bright red than his badge.

"Mom... don't... Mom, control it..." he murmured, desperately trying to push her away.

Somehow, Harry found himself unwilling to look at the scene before him, so he grabbed his envelope and headed for his room.

Hermione blinked and followed Harry into the room.

"Harry?" Hermione said hesitantly.

"Brilliant, Hermione," Harry said, with such exaggerated enthusiasm that it didn't sound like his voice at all, and he still didn't look at Hermione. "That's brilliant. Prefect, that's amazing."

"Thank you," Hermione said, "Well - Harry - I came to say goodbye to you. I need to go to Alan's place. I have an appointment with his family."

"Okay Hermione, please say hello to Alan for me." Harry said, still in a tone that was too enthusiastic and not like his own, "Go ahead."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say "Harry, you are actually better than Ron and more suitable to be a prefect", and turned around and left. Harry walked slowly back to the bed and flopped down on it, staring blankly at the foot of the wardrobe.

Ellen at Harris Manor also received a letter from Hogwarts. Mrs. Harris happily held Ellen's prefect badges and put them together with Ellen's new magic robe.

"Okay, sweetheart, come to the conference room quickly, the meeting is about to begin." Mr. Harris adjusted his shirt and urged.

As the Harris family grew, the northernmost room on the second floor of the Harris Manor was deliberately transformed into a gorgeous conference room.

At this time, the core members of the Harris family gathered together, and the main discussion was about the leadership structure and member composition of the Film and Television Management Department of the Ministry of Magic.

"I think Mrs. Harris is the best candidate for the director of this newly established department." John Bartha, who had communicated with Mr. Harris beforehand and understood Mr. Harris's intentions, suggested.

He has short curly blond hair and round glasses. He looks a bit silly in appearance, but as Mr. Harris’s confidant, no one will ignore his words.

His proposal was adopted unanimously without objection.

Mrs. Harris unconsciously grabbed the hem of Mr. Harris' clothes next to her. Her eyes flickered. She had no confidence in being able to manage such a department well in this field that she didn't understand at all.

Mr. Harris was keenly aware of his wife's emotional changes. He held Mrs. Harris's hand and patted it comfortingly.

"This is not difficult. After all, we are the only TV manufacturer and TV station at the beginning, and reliable people are responsible for these things. It is not complicated for you to manage. This project will definitely become bigger and bigger in the future. We are Just slowly sum up experience during this process." Lunn also offered words of comfort.

Mrs. Harris blinked and, with the encouragement of her husband and son, accepted the position.

"Then, it's settled, the Director of the Department of Film and Television Management of the Ministry of Magic is Morgan le Fay Harris." After the warm applause stopped, Mr. Harris stood up and announced another news with a smile on his face, "In addition, I want to tell you some good news. My eldest son, Albert Harris, is engaged to Fleur Delacour. The wedding is tentatively scheduled to be held next summer. I hope you can come by then. Fleur· Delacour will also be transferred to the Department of Film and Television Management at the Ministry of Magic, and will also serve as Chief Resident Presenter of Harris Television."

"Based on working hours, her position at the Ministry of Magic is part-time." Amidst the congratulations, Xenophilius Lovegood, the first director of Harris TV, muttered.

"Father, I want to summarize the knowledge about golem production before school starts so that it can be provided to Ross Geller and the people responsible for golem research and development as soon as possible." After the meeting, Allen said to Mr. Harris. After speaking, He returned to his room on his own.

After Allen left, Mrs. Harris pulled out some financial statements and, with some concern, handed a summary report to Mr. Harris.

"Owen, the Magical Creatures Reserve has just been established, and Harris TV has just started. These all involve the expenditure of large sums of money. And now, a large sum of money has to be invested in the golem research project. Such a big step forward Development may lead to insufficient funds.”

Mr. Harris took the report handed to him by Mrs. Harris, flipped it over and said: "Actually, some time ago, I had already expressed this attitude to Allen tactfully. I asked him to use the magic stone to make a lot of gold. "The purpose is to get him to slow down and wait until some of our Harris family's investments start to return, and then proceed step by step. But obviously he doesn't think so, and I can't make any more demands on him." Harry After Mr. Si finished speaking, Mrs. Harris said nothing more and poured a cup of Ceylon black tea for Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris took the tea, took a sip, moistened his dry throat and said worriedly: "He also asked that the TV price should not be too high, saying that this would make it easier to popularize. But it is impossible for Allen to use the magic stone all the time. He has other more important things to do, refining gold."

Although Mr. Harris is usually very powerful in the Ministry of Magic, like other people in the family, they always compromise in front of Alan and subconsciously care about Alan's opinions and feelings. Because the Harris family is what it is today, all because of Allen.

Therefore, although the Harrises, who hold financial power, were worried about launching so many projects at once, they were unable to ask Allen to suspend the development of the Golem.

"The reason why we are where we are today is all because of Allen. No matter what he wants to do, we should support him unconditionally." Albert is more upright. Although he has no research on family and business management, He was a little confused, but he thought that what Allen wanted to achieve should be supported no matter what.

Although Len agreed more with what the Harrises said, he wisely remained silent. After all, as Albert said, without Allen, Harris would not be where he is today.

"I think all the decisions Alan has made so far are correct." Daisy stood firmly on her brother's side, and Penello, who was not easy to speak on such occasions, nodded in agreement.

And Hermione sat aside, carefully flipping through the reports. It wasn't until a while that she looked at the data and said without raising her head: "Although I studied some Muggle knowledge in advance in order to enter the highest Muggle institution. I have mastered a little theory and knowledge about economics. I am not yet mature in the field of economics, but I can also see that the management style of the Harris family is still very traditional, that of a pure-blood family. This traditional management model It is more suitable for families that have developed for many generations. After generations of hard work and accumulation, the industries they invest in have been able to create huge economic value and bring various returns.

The Harris family has lost those traditional industries in Germany and should be regarded as an emerging family. Now, multiple measures are being taken in parallel, and so many industries in different fields have been developed. If a traditional family that has developed for several generations has enough time and foundation, all industries do not need too much coordination and coordination between each other. Just keep your respective areas in check. But the Harris family is not good. They have invested 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, each one is in charge...

In this regard, we can actually learn from Muggles and set up a department as the commander-in-chief to obtain information from various industries and coordinate management. In this way, group companies can command, develop and control more efficiently. "

Completely immersed in her thoughts, after Hermione finished expressing her thoughts, she found that everyone was staring at her. She suddenly felt her cheeks heat up. She was so absorbed in thinking about those reports that she even forgot about her current situation. In terms of status, it is not appropriate to participate in the discussion of the Harris family in this way.

Hermione clenched her fists in annoyance, scratched her disheveled hair in embarrassment, and quickly added: "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't..."

"No, no, no, Hermione, you said it very well and had very constructive suggestions. How about I leave this matter to you and let you plan it and make a plan?" Mr. Harris interrupted. After hearing Hermione's apology, his eyes were bright and his tone was full of admiration for Hermione.

Hermione's cheeks suddenly turned red and she waved her hands repeatedly, "I just read a few books, UU reading www.uukanshu.net and didn't really learn any economics knowledge. I'm still just a student..."

"Don't underestimate yourself. You are knowledgeable, flexible, and knowledgeable about the Muggle world. You are much better than us." Mrs. Harris also interrupted Hermione's push, and was confused by Hermione herself. He said calmly, "That's it, you come up with a plan, and then we will discuss and review it later.

After receiving the affirmation and praise, Hermione's eyes were bright and she nodded happily. She decided to use the rest of the summer vacation to check the information and strive to make a feasible overall plan.

Penello bit her red lips, secretly regretting why she was not as talented and studious as Hermione when she was a Muggle. This know-it-all lady actually studied economics at such a young age.

Then Penello turned her eyes to Luna. She wanted to know how Luna would react after hearing Hermione's words, but she found that Luna fell asleep with her head tilted back against the back of the chair. Still drooling a little.

"I'm really mad... I'm still looking forward to Luna's reaction." Penello sighed, smiled bitterly, shook his head, and looked away. I remembered that Mr. Lovegood had recently taken Luna to play around and enjoy father-daughter time, on the grounds that the vacation was about to end and he was about to be busy with work and would have few days of free time. It seemed that this was tiring Luna. broken.

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