Connor's Hogwarts

"My little boss, I'm already very busy. Please don't give me any more tasks, okay?"

Connor is "remote working" on Facebook in his dormitory.

On the other side of Facebook is my second uncle, Charles, who is complaining to Connor in front of the mirror.

"Uncle Charles, you still have a lot of work to do, so you can't rest now." Connor said without sincerity while stroking Mira.

"What kind of rest? I haven't had any rest at all! I've been working every day since I came to England!" Charles fell on the chair holding his head.

"Then you haven't had a good rest. I can't control it. I'm responsible for conveying instructions. All I want is the results..." Connor cut to the chase decisively, not bothering to argue with this tool: "So, has your acquisition of the pharmaceutical factory been successful?"

"I've found it, but the price hasn't been agreed upon and I haven't bought it yet." Charles, wearing a decent suit, sat sluggishly on his office chair, not in a high mood.

"Why? Don't you have enough money?" Connor scratched his head. This was the first time he encountered this situation.

"It's not a question of whether we have enough money, the problem is that we don't have any money at all." Charles looked at Connor with dead fish eyes and said: "The money Mr. Devin gave me was used when I bought this building. We are already at a loss, and the remaining money is a bit stretched just to maintain the normal operation of the company. How can we still have money to buy another factory?"

"Ah!? So our company is so poor?" Connor, who has never been short of money in his life, expressed surprise.

".We have been throwing money into it, where is the profit?"

"It seems." Connor remembered that he had given up the plan to Uncle Charles and stopped taking care of it. The relationship company has not made any money yet.

"So what's the situation of our comic company now? Have you produced a finished product?" the shopkeeper said in hindsight after shaking off his hand.

"No. We established the newspaper according to your request and are still promoting it. The first issue has not been released yet." Charles said calmly.

"." Connor was silent. Doesn't this mean there is no progress? What a useless tool man No. 1...

"Then you have to work harder." Connor continued to add more burdens to Shirley. Anyway, he was not the one doing the work. Connor was just a ruthless capitalist.

Connor continued: "Uncle Charles, I will ask my grandfather to give you the money. Don't worry about the money. You still have to buy the pharmaceutical factory first. Once this is done, the money should come in pretty quickly. Then you can I rely on the money from selling health products to support the newspaper office!"

"." Charles looked at Connor speechlessly. This kid really didn't know how to be rich in oil and salt. He said: "It's not an easy task for you to build a pharmaceutical factory. I'm really too busy now. , and if you ask me to run a newspaper, I still have a clue, but now you ask me to manage a pharmaceutical company, I am really confused."

"Don't worry, don't worry. You buy the factory first and build the company. Then I will send someone to take over your work. Don't worry." Connor made the mistake. The person who will take over has not been found yet, but when the time comes, There will always be one, let's stabilize the tool man Ciel first.

"Well, this is the only way." Charles sighed. Now he regrets it. He regrets it very much. He was originally just an ordinary writer who wanted to write novels with peace of mind. However, due to the pressure of survival, he could only inherit the family business for his wife and could not It’s so painful to live a life of working hard for your dreams

"Someone will send you the prescriptions and steps for making medicine soon. They are all relatively common materials. It shouldn't be difficult to acquire them. In short, I leave everything to you, Uncle Charles~"

"Bye~" Connor closed Facebook.

The new magic potion developed by the twins is much less effective after removing the magic part, but it is still better than ordinary facial masks. The product quality is guaranteed, and the rest is just a minor problem. Connor believes that this Things will sell like crazy.

Lake Pharmaceuticals is trustworthy.

At this time, the dormitory door was opened, and Roger ran in recklessly.

"Connor Connor, the Gryffindor Quidditch team selection is about to begin, let's go cheer for Fred George!"

Connor thought for a while, there was nothing to do, so he might as well go out and breathe some fresh air, then nodded: "Okay, let's go together."

On the Quidditch pitch, Gryffindor's little lions are conducting player selections.

As an "ancient sport" that has been developed for hundreds of years, Quidditch has been very perfect in all aspects since its development, which can be seen from the more than 700 foul methods.

Then naturally the team also has a complete set of methods for selecting players, which will test the players' coordination, reaction and ability to cooperate with teammates from all aspects.

Although the recruitment requirements for the school's team are not too strict, not everyone can get in. As the most passionate sect in Hogwarts, the Gryffindor Quidditch team recruits new members every year. Very lively.

Connor and Roger went to the auditorium to join in the fun, and attracted the attention of many girls who were also watching the fun, especially those from elementary school.

"Look! Look, it's Senior Connor!"

"Where?! I saw it! It's really Senior Connor!"

"Who is Senior Connor?"

"Don't you know? Senior Connor who created the Wizard Card! Look over there, the one with black hair, the one whose whole body seems to be glowing."

"Wow! So handsome, so handsome! I love it!"

Connor was used to this kind of thing. Although he was secretly happy, he couldn't show it, so he chatted with Roger calmly: "It seems there is no suspense anymore. Fred and George cooperated so well. Look. The position of Beater in Gryffindor belongs to these two.”

"Indeed, you should take note of this." Roger nodded while taking notes.

"?" Connor looked over in confusion and asked, "Roger, what are you doing...?"

"? Collect intelligence! They will be our enemies in the future. Of course I have to record the intelligence carefully and be on guard against them." Roger replied matter-of-factly.

...I thought you were really here to cheer them on, but it turns out you are this kind of Roger...

That's right, Connor and Roger were already members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. They signed up directly and got in without going through selection.

It's not like they were caught in the act just because they were men...

You know, the Ravenclaw Quidditch team is always short of players. There are already few people in the academy, and most of them are girls, so you can enter the team just by signing up. As for whether you can play by then. , they will have to go through the next round of screening.

But it seems... after learning that Connor made the team, there seem to be a lot more people applying for the team this year...

Of course, this has nothing to do with Connor. He has little interest in Quidditch, but Roger seems to have a strong interest in it.

Connor shrugged and said, "Then study hard and come on."

In Connor's opinion, playing basketball is not as interesting as playing cards. If his physical condition didn't allow it, he wouldn't want to play.

Yes, although Connor doesn't usually exercise much, his physical fitness is quite good because he practices mysterious Far Eastern witchcraft every day.

In particular, the reaction speed (agility) is particularly outstanding, and the physical fitness is also excellent. Seven times a night is not a big problem (crossed out). Although the strength is not outstanding, it is still possible to fight two (referring to twins) with one.

With such a good body, it would be wasted if he didn't play basketball. If he learns to sing, dance and rap, there will be no problem for Connor to debut as an idol.

Not long after, the results of the selection on the court were announced, and the twins were among the selected teams.

Connor, who had been silently framing the painting, and Roger, who had been taking notes openly, stood up quickly, smiled and applauded, and sent them sincere blessings.

The twins also spotted the two of them and waved to them with bright smiles. It was great to have such friends who cheered them on!