[HP] So you are such Anita

Under the curved round door covered with black bricks, paper airplanes were flying around, and the Funny Goods Patent Office on the seventh basement floor of the Ministry of Magic was extremely busy at this time.

"Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Gore, I think I have to emphasize it again," Ron said word by word, pointing to the patent application notices hanging on the wall in the office, "Multiple patented magic The working chain formed by the combination of items is not within the scope of patent application.”

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other, "But 'Grandma's Farm' is really useful. The magic will handle the whole process of each livestock from birth to harvesting. The owner doesn't need to be involved at all. We think it's a Very great invention."

"Of course it's great. The farm scarecrow jointly invented by the Auerbach Chamber of Commerce, the growth fence invented by Mr. Welsh Redbeard, the time pasture invented by the Veles brothers, and the magic dung beetle invented by an unknown person in Bulgaria..." Ron looked at' Grandma's Farm's long patent application form read out the inventions involved in it one by one.

"Okay, okay, we got it," Crabbe picked up his top hat hanging at the door, "it just didn't pass, let's go, Gore, let's think about something else."

Ron looked at the backs of the two big men leaving, and muttered, "It's great to be a manor, and I still have time to figure out these inconspicuous things every day."

He stood up from the chair, moved his stiff limbs, took out the butter beer he hid in the bookcase, took a sip secretly, put it back in its place with a satisfied face, and then said loudly to the door, "Next !"

The door of the office was pushed open by a pair of brothers, and the loud noise made Ron's whole body tremble, and when he saw the Wicked Bird standing on the shoulders of the two brothers, Ron quickly covered his hands. own ears.

"Who, who told you to bring the wicked bird here?! You should go to the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control on the fourth floor!" Ron shouted angrily at the Veles twins.

"Don't worry, don't worry, we cast a silence spell on them," George teased the peacock blue hag on his shoulder, and the bird hopped in disgust, turning its head to grab the feather on the other side.

"Peacock blue, lotus root powder, don't you see business opportunities from here? These two colors of the evil bird can do a lot." Fred put the lotus root powdered evil bird in the palm of his hand, and stroked its feathers carefully, " You look at this pink to white gradation and the little blue dots on the tail feathers and the end of the feathers, it's a girl favorite."

"This is a naturally grown slut bird, right? It's not a new breed you bred later, so you can't apply for a patent." Hearing that the slut bird had been cursed with a silence spell, Ron gradually calmed down.

"Oh, we bought these two thugs from a guy on the way to the Ministry of Magic. I don't know where he got so many thugs. We just brought them along," George said to Ron. Blinking, "I'll take it back to the store later, I won't give it to you."

"I don't want it!" Ron tapped his pen on the table, "Get down to business, I'm busy."

"Yes, yes, our Mr. Patent," Fred pulled out a pile of messy papers from his red coat with pockets and put them in front of Ron, "These are the materials for our new patent application, you can Take your time, maybe we've messed it up a bit, but I promise it's legible."

Facing the mess of papers on the table, Ron's shoulders trembled slightly, on the verge of an explosion.

Before Ron got angry, George quickly placed an invisible object in front of Ron. Ron was able to confirm this because the messy and warped papers on the table were flattened by a heavy object.

Facing Ron's confused eyes, George patted the invisible object in front of him with his hand, and a wooden box carved with roses appeared in front of Ron, each rose embedded with a blue magic stone.

As soon as he saw the Sorcerer's Stone, Ron knew that this invention was not simple. He became more serious and his expression became serious.

"This is a magic jewel box, and each magic stone supports a magic circle. Now we can only inlay seven magic stones, which means that this box has seven magic circles and seven magic functions. "Fred's tone was very proud.

The air was quiet for a while, Ron waited for Fred's next words, but Fred just said that sentence and looked at him inscrutablely.

"So?" Ron had to ask himself, "I want to know exactly what this box can do."

Pfft, George laughed, "Fred, our little brother wants to hear something specific, so hurry up and tell him which seven magic circles we installed on this box."

Fred spread his hands helplessly at George, "Well, I forgot that he can never catch the point," Fred put his hands on the wooden box, and started to activate the magic under the rosewood carvings one by one. array.

The magic box on the table emits different magical lights under Fred's operation, "Freezing, burning, invisibility, growth, time regression, unknown transactions, life endowment, these all have to put things that need to be changed into the box There will be changes, such as…”

George didn't know when he dug out Ron's butterbeer from the desk and handed it to Fred. Freddy stuffed the butterbeer into the magic box and activated the frozen magic circle.

After the light disappeared, the box was opened and a glass of butterbeer frozen into ice cubes was taken out.

"My butterbeer!" Ron wailed, looking at the big ice lump in front of him.

George covered Ron's mouth and signaled Fred to continue, so Fred put the big ice lump into the magic box again, opened the magic circle of unknown transactions, and then a bloody lollipop appeared in the magic box "Oh, after it's frozen into ice, the butterbeer loses its value," said Fred, who activated the life-giving magic circle again, and the bloody lollipop in the magic box slowly stood up and walked to Ron Looking at him in front of him, he laughed silently.

"Giving life, endowing objects with life, for one hour, the character and IQ of the life of the object are uncontrollable, just like opening a mystery bag, very interesting." George let go of the hand covering Ron, and put the The lollipop man carried it back into the magic box, turned on the time-traveling magic circle, and Ron's butterbeer reappeared in the magic box.

"There are two kinds of magic circles that are not suitable for displaying with this material. Burning is suitable for cooking, and growth is suitable for planting. And invisibility, as you saw just now, refers to the invisibility of the magic box. Of course, it can also make the items placed in it invisible, but that It's absolutely unnecessary." Fred pushed Ron's butter in front of him and closed the box.

Ron admired and applauded his two older brothers, "A great invention was born, and these functions are great. After I sort out these materials, I will apply for a patent certificate for you. What is this called? Gem Box?"

George and Fred looked at each other oddly, "No, we're not patenting the box."

"Why? This invention is very good. There has never been such a magic item before. It can be patented." Ron flipped through the application materials on the desktop and classified them one by one.

Fred pointed to the magic stone in the rose, "We are applying for a patent for the technology of engraving the magic circle into the box and using the magic stone to power it."

"The magic circle of the magic box can be replaced, and the function will be different accordingly. We welcome anyone to modify this box, and we hope that it will undergo more wonderful changes, but the core technology belongs to us." George finally told Ron they The point of this visit.

Ron stopped his hand in classifying the materials, and he digested for a while, "It is indeed more cost-effective to apply for a technology patent than to apply for a product patent, but that will be very, very troublesome, and I have to review the materials before handing them over to other departments. The process is very long, there are many things to be reviewed, and it may take several years to apply for a certificate."

"It doesn't matter, the time is totally worth it, we are very optimistic about the future market of the magic box," George and Fred said that there is no problem, "If other materials and proofs are needed, we will actively provide them."

Ron looked at the materials on the table and sighed, "Well, if you insist, I'll sort out these materials first, and I'll notify you if there are any missing."

George and Fred clapped each other's hands, put the jewel box in Ron's office at random, and walked out with their shoulders crossed, "Thank you, Ron."

"Find us in Diagon Alley after you're freed from this closed box. Let's go to the Dining Room to relax and call Hermione." George said to Ron before leaving.

"Yes, call Hermione." Fred blinked ambiguously at Ron.

94 Diagon Alley, "Hey!There's a Muggle magazine store here.

After Anita learned from the red cloak clerk at the Weasley joke shop that the Weasley brothers had gone to the Ministry of Magic, she turned a corner and went to the magazine store next door.

It happened that Hermione was going to discuss with her about setting up a publishing house.

"We now publish a lot of magazines, which is enough to set up a special publishing house," Hermione said to Anita.

In fact, Anita had such an idea as early as three years ago, but there have been many things, so this matter has been delayed until now.

"No problem at all, we needed to make an adjustment," Anita agreed simply, "After Luna took over "The Quibbler", we need more people."

"Oh, speaking of Luna, one thing. She said that if we started a publishing house, put The Quibbler into our publishing house, so she could keep working with us, the Quibbler The development of the journal also helps." Hermione took out the letter Luna sent her last month, "They recently started paying contributors, so they need a bigger publishing house."

So, Luna will come back?This is really good news, "Then let's start to deal with this matter. First of all, what is the name of our publishing house?"

"How about Sleeping Dragon Publishing House, commemorating our alma mater Hogwarts," Hermione wrote the name on the paper, "It also sounds very calm."

"Oh", Anita couldn't help admiring the name, this name is amazingly appropriate, the dragon has a lot to do with her, and...

"Draco, we'll hang your name on the door as a signboard from now on, how about it, isn't it?" Anita teased Draco pointing at the word 'Draco'.

Hermione froze for a moment, she really didn't notice this layer, maybe it was too familiar so she subconsciously ignored it?

"As long as you're happy," Draco didn't care about that.

At some point, a red-robed clerk stood at the door of the magazine store, "President Auerbach, our store manager is back, and they may need you to go over for something."

"Then use the name Sleeping Dragon Publishing House. I'm going to the next door. If you have anything to do, you can find me next door." Anita waved goodbye to Hermione.

"Farewell, I just signed a non-provoking treaty with George and Fred, and we will resolutely stop visiting each other during business hours and chatting nonsense." Hermione waved her hand at Anita.

Well, she got it.

No wonder George and Fred didn't come here to find her themselves, they had been so warm before.