A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

Looking at the young and old children who were unwilling to study hard, Yunieff raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Although thinking about it now, the original motivation was more or less childish. Once mature thinking is thrown into a young body, it will inevitably be affected by the physiological hormones secreted by the body. Even if it is replaced by him now, it may not be possible. We will implement such actions.

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

With this thought in mind, Yunieff rolled up his book and woke up the drowsy Victor who was squinting his eyes. Just now he had done more rapid sprinting than the others, but now he was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting.

But after being knocked like this, he immediately opened his eyes wide and read the book very loudly. He suddenly stood out from the crowd of children and became the most learned one.

About 10 minutes later, as the bell of Big Ben rang for the second time, Yunieff clapped his hands to signal that the morning reading was over.

The boys immediately closed their books, jumped up from their seats, and ran out happily as if they had been released from prison.

The girls were a little slower, and some even had to finish reading the paragraph before they were willing to stand up.

Ms. Gorrell will then arrange them.

If there is a teacher coming to class, everyone will go to class; if not, it may be all kinds of things.

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

The proceeds from the crafts are split half-and-half between the children and the orphanage, so the children will also have some money that can be used to buy candies or small toys.

Yunieff started reading and writing every day. While he was gathering seeds of knowledge, he was also contributing articles to several small newspapers.

Depending on the quality, the price of a manuscript ranges from a few pounds to dozens of pounds, which is about half the price of an orphanage.

Because he made more money, Ms. Gorrell said just a quarter would be fine, but he still thought it would be better to split it in half.

First, he didn't want to take the lead in breaking the rules of the orphanage, because other children didn't care how much he earned, and they would just instinctively feel it was unfair.

Even if you can use another explanation to fool him, there is no need to lose your prestige for such a small gain.

The second is that they don’t care about this little money. Compared with starting a company and becoming a capitalist, this little money can only be regarded as drizzle.

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

Just like this, reading, reading, writing, time flies.

By eleven o'clock, Yunieff gathered a seed of knowledge and wrote a short story.

This is something I am already familiar with. I just need to pull out the plot outlines of a few old stories from my stomach, arrange them logically, mix them with recent current events, and mix in some insights gained from various places, and I will have a rough draft.

I had a simple lunch, which was a chicken and cheese sandwich. The bread was a little thick and the chicken was a little old.

Thinking about when the food in the orphanage would be improved, he refined the manuscript several times, wrote a pen name, and sent it out at about one o'clock.

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

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

During this period, occasionally a few bullied children came to him to complain. It was all trivial matters.

For example, who hit whom, who ate whose food, etc., it should be dealt with fairly and the wrong party should apologize.

As for serious phenomena like bullying, he had dealt with them a few years ago, and now no child dares to do such a bad thing under his nose.

Life in the orphanage is relatively peaceful, with no storms to speak of.

"Boss Yunieff!" Suddenly a thief-minded boy ran over, who was it if it wasn't Victor.

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

Victor looked around and found that no one was paying attention. He leaned closer and whispered: "Ms. Gorrell has something to do with you, and it should be a good thing!"

Since it was Ms. Gorrell who was looking for him, Yunieff put aside his own affairs.

"Okay, I understand. Is Ms. Gorrell in the office? How are you feeling?"

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

"In the office. I should be in a good mood. I'm not frowning." Victor said.

"That's good." Yunieff took out a large bag of toffee from the drawer and handed it to Victor, "Take it and share it."

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

The children in the yard all knew that there were advantages to informing Yunivo, but most of the opportunities were seized by Victor, who had cleverly organized his own little intelligence network.

……

Yunieff opened the door and walked into the office.

The furnishings in the office are very simple, including a desk purchased at a low price from a carpenter on the street, an old coffee table left over from a nearby neighbor's move, and two small sofas for guests found at a flea market.

Ms. Greer has white hair tied into a bun and is wearing an old-fashioned women's suit. She is sitting on one of the small sofas with her eyes closed and meditating.

From one o'clock in the afternoon to 01:30, it is usually her time to take a short rest.

She usually wears a brown or black dress, but recently she has been in more formal contact with government officials.

She heard Yunivo come in, opened her eyes, and a smile spread slightly on her face, but she immediately put it away. She still remembered what she had just taught someone last night.

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

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

No matter how smart a child is, pride and complacency can destroy him, and she fully agrees with this.

"Come sit here," she said.

Yunieff quickly walked to another sofa and sat down, waiting for the next step. Ah, bah, waiting for the next step.

Why are you so good?I have been taught so many times that I have developed a physiological reaction.

It's just different today.

You can't be so cowardly!I am a dignified night watchman!Even facing Ms. Gorrell!It suddenly occurred to him.

But what should be done to reflect this?

He glanced at Ms. Gorrell and crossed his right leg over his left.

Ms. Gorrell glanced at him, and Yunieff resisted the urge to lower her legs.

I'm the night watchman!Even if the person opposite me is Ms. Gorrell, I must at least have the courage to hook up with her!

Snapped!