The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

"This is...ranking?"

Ron curiously reached out and touched the disembodied numbers in front of him. After studying it for a long time, he realized what the numbers in front of him meant.

After reacting, he looked at his station number at the top of the queue and felt a burst of pride from the bottom of his heart.

"It seems that I am quite talented in potions!"

Ron said proudly.

But just as he was speaking, the row of numbers suddenly disappeared. When it reappeared, it had already undergone new changes.

Leaderboard:

[1st place - Station No. 1, '5 minutes and 23 seconds']

[2st place - Station No. 2, '5 minutes and 54 seconds']

[3st place - Station No. 4, '6 minutes and 41 seconds']

……

Ron's expression was a little dull.

He searched all the way down the ranking list, and finally found his job number at the bottom.

Things are already obvious.

Others entered the workshop and started working.

And the production time of these people is almost twice as fast as his!

'Is this still possible for humans? '

Ron roared crazily in his heart.

This sudden change made Ron's previous pride disappear, and was replaced by infinite disappointment.

But soon, a feeling of unwillingness occupied Ron's heart again.

You must know that it was the first time he tried to make it before, and he wasted a lot of time due to poor reaction in the middle. If he tried it again, he would definitely be able to do it faster!

With this thought in mind, he hit the red button fiercely and repeated the previous operation.

Chopping, juicing, boiling, filtering, bottling, pressing the golden button.

Action in one go!

[7st place - Station No. 17, '7 minutes and 58 seconds']

"Better than last time! But it's not enough. I can do better!"

Ron stared with red eyes and pressed the red button again.

once……

twice……

three times……

By the end of the day, Ron no longer knew how many portions of wormwood he had processed, and he had forgotten his true destination here.

He just kept repeating the action of pressing the button, processing the material, pressing the button, taking a look at the ranking, and then pressing the button again.

Ron didn't know what kind of magic he was under.

Maybe it’s the particularly enlarged golden font at the top of the rankings, or maybe it’s the sense of vanity you feel when you first hit the top spot.

In short, he just wants to win first place again!

But dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Although the work of dealing with wormwood is not very difficult, Ron can easily compress the processing time into less than 6 minutes like everyone else.

But it is difficult to go further and reach 5 minutes.

No matter how many times Ron tried, he couldn't really get into top three territory.

This made him very frustrated for a time, and he even thought that the top three must have used some cheating method.

But just when he was about to decide to give up, the raw material sprayed out from the red button outlet changed from wormwood to a living scarab.

The moment he saw these ferocious little beetles, the hope in Ron's heart that was about to be extinguished became strong again.

Scarab.

This is one of the main materials used in making intelligence enhancers.

After removing the internal organs and flesh and blood, the carapace and insect wings need to be separated and ground. The processing process can be said to be quite cumbersome.

But this was Ron's specialty.

When he was at home, he was often captured by George and Fred as a coolie, specializing in dealing with these crustacean creatures.

Ron rubbed his hands with excitement, grabbed a scarab and started a new round of competition.

Unfortunately, reality played a trick on Ron again.

He had just processed less than 10 scarabs and successfully pushed his score to No. 2. When he was about to charge towards No. 1, he was shocked to find that no matter how he pressed the red button, no new raw materials appeared. .

Ron stared around with red eyes, confused, and finally saw a bright red prompt on the digital panel next to him:

[Your working hours today have reached the upper limit of 8 hours. Please pay attention to the balance between work and rest, and leave the work station immediately for repairs. 】

"What? I've been here the whole eight hours?"

Ron was startled at first, but then he roared angrily, "Shit! I'm about to break the record and reach No. 1! Hurry up and keep sending me materials!"

As he spoke, Ron punched the panel.

And this seems to have triggered some kind of warning mechanism.

Ron felt the magic lamp above his workstation turn red instantly, and within a few minutes, two burly Hufflepuff seniors broke through the door and held him down with their hands.

"Wait! Put me down quickly! I can still continue to work! I'm about to break the record! You can't do this-"

Ron kept screaming and struggling.

But after not eating all day, he had already lost his strength and could only be dragged out of the workshop by the two tough Hufflepuff men.

They simply threw Ron into the office responsible for settling wages, closed the door, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The man with brown hair wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained to the colleague next to him:

"Another crazy one. I just don't understand. Is making potions really that interesting?"

"That's a working method developed by Mr. Linkfoley based on Muggle psychology. It's only normal that you don't understand it. If you really understood it, you shouldn't stay here and work."

The other red-haired man said with some disdain.

In fact, with the brown-haired man's temper, if anyone dared to speak to him in this tone, he would have punched him.

This was a habit he had developed through years of fighting with the Slytherins.

But now that the other party's words include Link Foley, it's different.

He actually nodded in agreement, and then went to his lounge chatting and laughing with his companions, waiting for the next 'madman' who needed to be 'rescued'.

……

In the office they just left, Ron, who had not yet reacted, was still wailing.

The Ravenclaw boy sitting behind the desk in front of him seemed to be used to this. He rolled his eyes at him helplessly, and then said feebly:

"You are Ron Weasley who works at station 17 today, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Ron, who was still looking crazy, froze in his movements.

The name 'Ron Weasley' in the other party's mouth was like a spell, suddenly freeing him from the state called madness.

Ron looked at the big factory logo on the wall and broke out in a cold sweat.

Because he signed the contract without looking carefully, he actually didn't know that the Ravenclaw in front of him knew his real name through the information.

The only possibility that Ron could think of at this moment was that his coming to work in the factory was revealed and Link knew everything about it.

The thought that followed was - it's over!

Thinking of the humiliation he might face later, Ron wanted to die.

He looked at the Ravenclaw in front of him with distracted eyes.

But the other party continued to ask impatiently:

"Are you Ron Weasley?"

Ron's body trembled when he heard this, he lowered his head and muttered:

"Yes...no..."

"Workstation No. 17, wow, you actually worked for 8 hours today, processing 45 pieces of wormwood and 14 pieces of scarabs! Not bad, not bad, your basic salary is 2 Galleons and 6 Sickles, and the commission bonus is 13 Sickle. Well, after deducting the taxes from the Ministry of Magic, the total is 3 Galleons plus 1 Sickle."

Perhaps because he failed to hear Ron's words clearly, the Ravenclaw boy directly reported Ron's salary for today, and then he looked up as if he realized something and asked, "Did you say something just now? "

"No, no, no! I didn't say anything!"

Ron shook his head like a rattle.

That huge salary of three gold galleons has completely destroyed all the psychological construction he had previously established.

It even made him think that with these three gold coins as a base, it didn't matter if he was insulted by Link.

"Then make sure it's correct and take your money."

As the Ravenclaw boy behind the desk spoke, he took out 3 gold coins and 1 silver coin from a large pocket.

Ron grabbed the coins in his hand like a vicious dog pouncing on its food.

Feeling the touch of those silver coins, a strong sense of satisfaction suddenly emerged from Ron's heart.

He has never really owned such a large amount of money in his life.

And then, another doubt arose in his heart.

"Um, classmate, can I ask, what is this commission? I remember that my hourly wage seems to be only 5 xicos."

Ron asked tentatively. He had never heard of the concept of commission for working here before.

As soon as he finished asking, Ron felt a little regretful.

If the other party miscalculated and paid extra money, wouldn't you have to ask him for it back later?

Thinking like this, Ron had the urge to run away through the door.

But after hearing his question, the Ravenclaw boy became extremely angry and said:

"Commission? Didn't the human resources department who welcomed you in mention it to you? Damn it! Those guys are crazy for wanting to be lazy! They didn't even tell you such a thing!"

The Ravenclaw boy cursed the Human Resources Department for a while, then turned his head to look at Ron, who looked nervous, and managed to squeeze out a smile and said:

"Commission rewards are available to everyone, but the commission limit is different for each position. As for the workshop you are in. The passing line for product production quantity is 3 units per hour. As long as it exceeds this passing line , then you can get commission bonus according to a certain proportion.”

"What if I fail to meet the passing mark?"

Ron asked impatiently.

After hearing this, the Ravenclaw boy said in an unclear tone:

"Of course the basic salary will be reduced proportionally."

Then Ravenclaw suddenly raised his voice, "Each of our passing lines is established according to the lowest standards for practitioners. If you can't even meet the passing line, it only means that you are lazy!

We have given such a high salary under such low standards, and you should be satisfied! "

Ron was said to be a little ashamed.

He must admit that he did have the idea of ​​​​being lazy and fishing before, but later he was only motivated by the ranking list and did not really put the idea into action.

It was only then that he noticed that another group of students had gathered behind him, waiting for their wages to be settled.

It was obvious that what the Ravenclaw staff member just said was not meant for him alone.

"Okay, do you have anything else to do? Just leave as soon as possible. Don't you see there are so many people behind you?"

The Ravenclaw boy, who had finished giving the ideological education class to everyone, said to Ron quite dissatisfied.

After hearing this, Ron also said yes repeatedly as if he had been granted amnesty, and walked backwards out of the office.

The weather at Hogwarts in mid-September was getting colder.

After leaving the warm office and workshop, Ron was blown by the cold wind in the corridor, and finally felt hungry and cold.

For a boy of his age, working all day without eating is still a bit reluctant.

But although he was tired, Ron was in a very excited mood.

This was the power given to him by the few coins in his hand.

Even though those few coins were already sticky with his sweat, which was extremely disgusting.

But Ron couldn't help but kiss them.

With this money, he can change into a new robe that fits better, and he will no longer have to be laughed at because the robe does not cover his ankles.

With this money, he can give Harry and Hermione a slightly more decent gift when Christmas comes!

Well--

If you forget that you are still arguing with Harry and Hermione, then cross this paragraph out.

Perhaps giving your parents a Christmas gift instead would be a better choice.

For example, a fully automatic goblin destroyer!

With this thing, the vegetable patch at home should no longer be troubled by goblins.

I don’t have to help fight goblins every time I go home!

Or maybe a new set of kitchenware?

The one we use at home now is said to have been bought by my parents when they got married.

It has become very dilapidated over the years.

……

It's afternoon now.

There are many people going to and from work in the corridor of the factory, which makes it very lively.

Ron just walked towards the end of the corridor while imagining the scene of spending money, even forgetting to pull up his scarf.

He just felt that this was the first time in his life that he felt such happiness.

But at the next moment, he suddenly saw Harry and Hermione walking towards him with a large group of people talking and laughing in the direction directly opposite him.

This scene instantly woke Ron up from his fantasy.

He hurriedly pulled on his scarf and hid behind the door of the nearby classroom.

Ron's heart was pounding nervously. Through the gap, he suddenly discovered that Harry and his group had walked directly into the large office opposite.

'Are they here to work too?right!That must be the case!Harry and Hermione have been very close to Link recently, and they must be helping Link recruit people to work for him!Maybe Link will pay them according to the number of people they recruit! '

Thinking like this, Ron suddenly felt that the coins in his arms no longer smelled good.

The happy mood was also washed away.

"Ron?"

"Why did you come here?"

Two familiar voices with a hint of malice suddenly sounded from behind Ron.

The moment he heard the sound, Ron almost instinctively ran outside.

It's a pity that just as he made a move, two strong arms got under Ron's arms and lifted him up.

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