A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

Looking at the big and small children who were reluctant to study hard, the corners of Union's mouth twitched into a slight smile.

Although I think about it now, the original motivation was somewhat naive. Once a mature mind is thrown into a young body, it will inevitably be affected by the physiological hormones secreted by the body. will carry out such actions.

Therefore, it can be said that this is a special decision made at a special stage, and it is unique in the long road of life, and the fruit it bears in the end makes him taste quite a bit. Surprised, I only felt that although I was impulsive at the time, what I did was admirable.

Thinking like this, Unieff rolled up his notebook and knocked Victor, who was squinting and drowsy, to wake him up. He was doing more rapid sprinting than the big guys just now, but now he was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting.

But when he was knocked like this, his eyes widened and he read the book very loudly, and he stood out from the crowd of children, as if he was the one who learned best.

About thirty minutes later, as Big Ben chimed for the second time, Unieff clapped his hands, signaling the end of the morning reading.

The boys immediately closed the books, jumped up from their seats, and ran out happily, as if they were out of prison.

The girls were a little slower, and some even had to read the paragraph before standing up.

Afterwards, Ms. Garrel will arrange for them.

If there is a teacher to come to class, everyone will go to class; if not, there may be various things.

Cleaning, helping to take care of little Ivana who is only two years old, or doing simple handwork such as stringing beads.

The handmade income is divided between the child and the orphanage, so the child will also have some money, which can be used to buy candy or small toys.

Yunevo began to read and write every day. While gathering the seeds of knowledge, he was also contributing to several small newspapers.

Depending on the quality of a manuscript, ranging from a few pounds to dozens of pounds, it is also divided into half with the orphanage.

Because it makes more money, Ms. Garrel said that only a quarter is enough, but he still thinks it is good to divide it into half.

First, they don't want to take the lead in breaking the rules of the orphanage, because other children don't care how much they earn, they just instinctively feel it's unfair.

Even if you can fool the past with another statement, there is no need to lose your prestige for this petty profit.

Second, I don't care about this money. Compared with starting a company and being a capitalist, this money can only be regarded as a drizzle.

Now that I know it's the Harry Potter world, I'm even more worried. It's better to ease the financial pressure on the orphanage a little.

Just like that, reading and writing, time flies.

At eleven o'clock, Unieff gathered a seed of knowledge and wrote a short story draft.

This matter is already well-established, just take a few plot outlines of old stories from your stomach, arrange them logically, mix with recent current events, and mix in some insights from various places, you can have a rough draft.

After a simple lunch, it was a chicken and cheese sandwich. The bread was a bit thick and the chicken was a bit old.

Thinking about when the orphanage would be able to improve the food, he refined the manuscript several times, wrote a pseudonym, and sent it out at about one o'clock.

The rest of the time is used to condense the seeds of knowledge, and before entering the Mansu at ten o'clock in the evening, it is estimated that four will be obtained.

His current output is about five to six pieces per day. If something happens, it can be reduced or increased according to the situation.

During the period, occasionally a few bullied children came to him to complain, and it was all trivial matters.

For example, who hit whom, who ate something, etc., deal with it fairly, and the fault will be resolved by an apology.

As for serious phenomena like bullying, he had already cleaned it up a few years ago, and now no child dares to do this **** under his nose.

Life in the orphanage is relatively quiet, and there are no storms to speak of.

"Boss Unieff!" Suddenly, a thirsty boy ran over, not Victor or who it was.

"What's the matter, Victor?" Yune raised her head and rubbed her temples.

Victor looked left and right and found that no one was paying attention. He leaned in and whispered, "Ms. Garrel has something to do with you, and it should be a good thing!"

Since it was Lady Garrel looking for him, Unieff also put aside his own affairs.

"Okay, I see, is Ms. Garrel in the office? How are you feeling?"

He still remembered that he had just been taught a lesson last night.

"In the office. You should be in a good mood, without frowning." Victor said.

"That's good." Unieff took out a large package of toffee from the drawer and handed it to Victor, "Take it and eat it."

Victor took it with a smile, and then quickly went to find his little friend to share the spoils.

The children in the yard all know that it is good to give news to Unieff, but most of the opportunities will be seized by Victor, because he has cleverly organized his own small intelligence network.

……

Unieff pushed open the door and walked into the office.

The furnishings in the office are very simple, a desk bought at a low price from a carpenter on the street~www.NovelMTL.com~ an old coffee table that was left over after the neighbors moved, and two reception guests from the flea market small sofa.

Ms. Garrel, with white hair tied in a bun, was wearing an old-fashioned ladies' suit, and sat on one of the small sofas with her eyes closed.

From 1:00 to 1:30 in the afternoon, it is usually the time for her to take a break.

Usually, she wears a long brown or black dress, but recently, she has been in contact with government officials a lot, so she dresses more formally.

When she heard Univer come in, she opened her eyes with a slight smile on her face, but she closed it up again. She still remembered what she had taught someone just last night.

Moreover, this child, Unieff, is very smart and has a high status among children. In addition, he may have some special abilities.

She knew all of this in her heart, but because of this, she couldn't give him a good look, lest the child be complacent.

No matter how smart a child is, pride and complacency can be ruined. She agrees with this very much.

"Come and sit," she said.

Unieff walked quickly to the other sofa and sat down, waiting for the hair to fall, ahhh, wait for the next.

Why are you so nice? It has been taught so many times that a physiological response has been formed.

It's just that today is different.

You can't be so cowardly! I am the dignified night watchman! Even in the face of Ms. Garrel! He suddenly thought.

But what should be done to reflect this?

He glanced at Ms. Garrel and put his right leg on his left.

Ms. Garrel glanced at him, and Unieff resisted the urge to put down her legs.

I am the night watchman! Even if the opposite is Ms. Garrel, I at least have the courage to take a leg!

Snapped!