Hogwarts Archmage

Hermione started writing and drawing in her notebook again: "I still hope to enter school with similar grades. After I told my mother yesterday, she was almost crazy with excitement. If she knew about my grades, In fact, it would be very difficult for her to enter an ordinary university at most."

Margaery, who was analyzing various data to see whether a certain potion had other effects, raised her head and glanced at Hermione: "Come on, my score depends on you."

Esther shrank into Ma En's arms and said lazily: "Mine too."

Ma En also wanted to chime in, but after thinking about the fact that he had learned all these messy things since he was a child, and he didn't learn much, he kept his mouth shut. He had even finished the content of the preparatory class.

"I don't know why Walder insisted on sending us there. Originally, according to my idea, I really wanted to go to a community college. At least it would be more comfortable there." Marn stretched out his hand and hugged Esther. shoulder, and said while playing with her hair unconsciously.

Margery looked at the two guys who wanted to use the sofa as a bed angrily and said, "Why do you think it's because directly corrupting a group of people who can be at the top of humankind in the future is better than corrupting a group of idiots who only know 'hey! Bro!' , the cost of relying on these idiots to slowly influence the people around them is lower, and the efficiency and benefits are higher."

"But these people are all elites... can they be corrupted so easily?"

"Marn, how long can a wizard live?"

Margaery asked, putting down the quill in her hand.

"Who knows...but the oldest person I have ever seen must be 80 years old now."

"I did a statistic."

Margery rummaged through the files in front of her, pulled out a gray folder, and pulled out a few data sheets. After looking at it, she said: "The average life span of wizards is not high, but most of them die. By accident, and if a wizard has never encountered a war in his life, is honest and does not mess with black magic, does not do some strange experiments, and no one around him messes around, he can live at least 140 years."

Ma En rubbed his eyebrows with his free hand: "You mean we can seduce them in this way?"

"To be precise, it's an exchange. They help us do what we want to do, and we help them extend their lifespan. For this group of elites who enjoy life, the longer they live, the longer they will enjoy it. They don't care about their souls returning after death. Heaven or hell."

Ma En sighed: "Margery, I think it's a pity that you don't go into politics."

Margery spread her hands: "Spare me... I don't want to hang out with a group of scum... There are many people in this world who are sincere about the development of their country, but they are obviously not here."

"Ok."

It was already noon when several people were talking, and there were clanking sounds coming from the kitchen, where Dobby was preparing lunch.

Since the addition of Dobby at home, not only has Esther been liberated, but he also moves very quickly and is not tired even if he entertains many people.

Marn put a small box in the kitchen, which contained a lot of galleons. Dobby would get his weekly salary by himself. He was very honest, so honest that he would sometimes take less. Fortunately, Esther was more careful and always paid less. What is missing will be given to it individually.

Harry and Draco walked in together from the door...

"When did you two have such a good relationship?" Ma En looked at them puzzled.

The two of them now care less and less about other people's opinions. Sometimes, if Slytherin and Gryffindor have a class together, they will go to the classroom together.

"Actually, it's nothing. If you think about it carefully, there is no fundamental conflict between the two of us."

Draco said indifferently, and Harry shrugged to show that he didn't care.

"So you abandoned your girlfriend and came here to play together on weekends? At least have a meal with her, right?"

"Ginny went to Ron's house. Lavender's small workshop had just opened. She went to help. I wanted to pay some money to hire some people. She was quite unhappy... and she didn't let me go. She said it was Wes today. The Lay family party..." Harry explained.

This reason was quite reasonable. Marn turned his head and looked at Draco again: "What about Astoria?"

"After she made sure that she was fine, Daphne went home with her, ready to tell her family the good news...Marn, you may have a lot of income soon. This curse has troubled their family for many years. …”

"Just take the money..."

Ma En shook his head and said, "You can't charge much anyway, so there's no need."

But Draco obviously didn't think so.

"No, Ma En. We are relatives, so it is normal for you to help save my lover, but it is unreasonable and inappropriate for you to save other people."

Marne thought about it and agreed to Draco's proposal. Simply giving too much is not a good thing, but will create grudges.

"Okay, so you two people with nothing to do get together, right? You're not afraid of what others will think of you."

Speaking of this, the two people looked at each other, and Draco said proudly: "Marn, it seems you haven't discovered anything yet."

"what's up?"

"Didn't you notice that the broomsticks of the Firebird Academy Quidditch team are now all replaced by Firebolts?"

Ma En was stunned. He really didn't notice this, mainly because he didn't pay much attention to Quidditch, so he didn't care much about the brands and styles of various brooms. In his opinion, those things all looked similar.

"What did you two do?"

"We sponsor all the Quidditch teams in the school, as well as some teams in Beauxbatons nearby. Now because of the war and the inevitable reforms that will follow, the Quidditch World Cup will definitely be suspended indefinitely. We are preparing to hold it in Ho We are building a new Quidditch pitch near Germode Village and hosting league games, and everyone sees us as just watching two agents partying, nothing more."

Ma En didn't know much about business. He asked with some confusion: "Where does the profit come from?"

Draco said matter-of-factly: "Advertising, we accept advertisements. Whoever pays more will have their advertisements printed on their clothes. And with so many teams, we can accept a lot."

"It's not much...just a group of students."

Harry took over the conversation: "Who says it's just a group of students? Many people from various national teams in the past also live in Hogsmeade. We sent them invitations. We mainly rely on them to make money. They are the real league players... "

Ma En was silent for a while and looked at the two managers in front of him: "I almost don't recognize you..."

Harry shrugged, "It was Draco's idea."