A little badger from Hogwarts

"Oh my god, today is Halloween, I totally forgot."

Hart slapped his head and completely forgot the current date, only remembering what day of the week it was today.

The auditorium is now decorated with Halloween-style decorations

There were probably more than a thousand live bats densely packed on the walls and ceiling, constantly circling. Some bats were rising and falling. The vibration of their wings made the candlelight flicker. Some bats swarmed to the table to watch from a distance. Goes like a big dark cloud.

The little wizards from the four colleges sat at their long tables, chatting with the rejuvenated ghosts about ghost stories that they didn't know were true or false.

Others scratched their heads and found that the concept of time had long been gone in their heads, and they were fully focused on their work.

"I thought you didn't care, but it turns out you forgot." Since Cedric was going to be a prefect, of course he had to keep the time in mind.

"We didn't miss anything important during this time, right?" Hart tilted his head to recall, and all he could recall were densely packed magic texts.

"Don't worry! If anything happens, Cedric will definitely let us know."

The others waved their hands and didn't take it to heart at all.

"No, it sounds like I've become your nanny." Cedric was unhappy.

"No such thing."

Everyone tried to muddle through under the guise of haha, but Cedric refused.

"The banquet is about to begin. It will be too late if you don't go."

Taking advantage of this excuse, everyone ran away quickly and scattered to various parts of the Hufflepuff table.

"Well, they don't mean any harm." Hart pulled the unhappy Cedric to sit on the long table.

"I just don't want people to think I'm too feminine."

Cedric's appearance is indeed a bit feminine, and he usually treats people in a gentle and gentle manner.

As time goes by, it is inevitable that some people will spread rumors.

Hart sneered at this, thinking that the guys spreading rumors were just jealous of Cedric's excellence.

But Cedric couldn't get around this corner.

"Okay, let's eat!"

Dinner appeared on a plate on the long table, and Hart pulled off a chicken leg and stuffed it into Cedric's mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupupuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu (I just convinced you)!"

Cedric bit into the chicken leg to show his dissatisfaction.

"What are you talking about?! I can't hear you clearly!!"

Hart spread his hands, then turned his head to destroy the food on the table.

After a busy afternoon, he was very hungry. It would take a lot of magic power to organize and carve the magic text.

"Hart, have you heard that Harry Potter and his good friend were punished for wandering out in the middle of the night?" Hermione suddenly came over.

"What's going on?" Hart frowned, completely confused as to why the two of them had been fooled again.

"Tell me the process in detail!"

Hermione put down the tableware in her hand and elaborated: "I heard from the Gryffindor people that they made an appointment with Draco Malfoy for a midnight duel. The two of them went there stupidly, but Malfoy didn't do it at all. arrived and they were caught by Filch.”

Are these two brothers so reckless? Even though he made it so clear, they were still fooled.

Hart's first reaction was this, but after thinking about it, they were not that stupid.

There might be another story, but he didn't care right now.

How to make magic props is what he is most concerned about now.

As for Harry, with Dumbledore watching over him, nothing will happen to him.

Hermione looked at Hart's stuffed cheeks and asked directly: "Do you and Cedric have any secret activities? You always go out early and come back late."

"How could you say that?" Hart asked calmly after chewing the food in his mouth and swallowing it.

Hermione puffed up her chest and said, "It's very simple. You, Cedric and those seventh-grade students look listless every time you appear in the restaurant. There must be something wrong!"

"I didn't expect you to be very observant." Hart hesitated for two seconds, approached Hermione, and whispered into her ear: "Cedric, Truman, and I are going to open a factory to make magic props. We are currently in the early stage of technology accumulation.”

Hermione immediately opened her mouth. She didn't expect to get such a reply at all, "How could you even think of...doing such a thing?"

"It's simple!" Hart replied as he stuffed something into his mouth: "The seventh-grade students have nowhere to go after graduation, and I just need a way to make money. We all hit it off, and instead of giving someone a try, then It’s better to do it yourself!”

Hermione was speechless for a moment. Although she was smart, she had never been exposed to such things. Thinking of the big factories she had seen before, she couldn't help but worry.

"Hart, are you too impulsive? Nowadays, it takes a lot of money to open a large factory and engage in manufacturing."

"You are overthinking!" Hart explained to her: "Most of the factories in the wizarding world are small workshops. They cannot reach the level of large-scale industry like Muggles' assembly line operations, and there is no need for the time being."

During this time, in addition to accumulating technology, Hart was also studying the market situation.

He learned a lot about the magical industry from the school library, Hogsmeade Village, and Charlie Weasley, whom he only met once abroad.

In short, there is no industry in the wizarding world. Even the large businesses that produce magic brooms now use the production model of small workshops.

The reason is also very simple. The market in the magic world is so big, and magic props can be used for more than ten years without any accidents.

Except for pure-blood families like the Malfoy family who regularly purchase new products for the sake of face, other ordinary wizards are thrifty and thrifty.

As for daily necessities such as food and cloth, with potions and magic, the production process can basically be simplified to a procedure like "dig a hole, bury some soil, and count one, two, three, four, five."

In such a world with developed productivity but backward production relations, whoever dares to expand the scale of production will be "dead" as a result!

Because no one buys what we produce!

"As long as we overcome the technical difficulties, we can support this business."

Hermione was always full of desire for new things: "Then what are you going to do to make money?"

"Let's talk about it if we can survive!" Hart said.

Survival is victory. After all, setting up a factory is only the first step.

"I want to join you." Hermione volunteered.

Hart refused directly and said: "You are only in the first grade now, so taking classes well is the right way."

Hermione stared at Hart and argued for herself: "But you are only in the third grade! You are not much older than me."

Hart didn't want to argue with the little girl, "I'm now in the sixth grade by myself. Can you compare with me?"

"Study honestly and don't think about things that have nothing to do with you."

After rejecting Hermione with one sentence, Hart stopped looking at her.

But the little girl was obviously dissatisfied and didn't know what she was thinking about.

But Hart didn't have time to care, because Quirrell suddenly stumbled into the auditorium, shouting: "There are trolls. There are trolls that have broken into the school. They are in the basement."

After shouting this, Quirrell seemed to be unable to hold on any longer and fell to the floor and passed out.

Hearing the news, the auditorium instantly became chaotic. He no longer cared about the delicious food in front of him. He was thinking about the terrifying troll that had broken through the school's protection and might threaten his own safety.

Panic instantly spread among the little wizard.