This summer vacation was really hot, even after August, the weather was sunny for more than ten days, and the whole of England was like a steamer, and the ground was like a crucible that had just boiled a pot of boiling potions.

In this weather, there was a man in Twelve Grimmauld Place who was even more irritable than the heat, sitting at the table with a mess of cups and plates, and a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand, frowning. In a large photo of the first edition, the glamorous and radiant Fleur Delacour points to a TV, her red lips open and close, calling on everyone to experience the Harris TV pilot on Saturday in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley, and the large commercial occupies the most prominent position on the front page: "All wizards who are present to participate can participate in the lottery, and the top prize of 10 can get the latest research and development of the Harris family for free. A wizarding TV set worth 800 gold galleons, 100 second prizes, can get a one-year TV license worth 60 gold galleons......"

"Muggle televisions have been brought to the wizarding world?" Harry wondered, forgetting his troubles for a moment.

Sirius turned to the first page again, and his eyes became even more gloomy: "The front page is actually an advertisement for a new product of the Harris family, and a little wizard casting a spell during the holidays has been pulled to the court for trial, and it has been put on the front page of the "Daily Prophet", and now the news of the Dementor's unprovoked attack on an innocent little wizard has been put in an inconspicuous corner by the two mainstream media "The Daily Prophet" and "Singing the Opposite", without a photo, "The Daily Prophet" It was even said that it was an accident and the Dementors didn't even mention it......"

Sirius angrily threw the newspaper on the table, angrily left the table, locked himself in his mother's room, and began to curse at her portrait.

The people at the table who had not yet left looked in the direction of Sirius' departure, exchanging worried glances with each other.

Ginny broke the silence by walking in from outside the room, five envelopes in her hands.

"The book list is here. She said, tossing an envelope to Harry, who had left his chair and was staring in the direction Sirius was leaving, "This year's book list came so early. ”

Harry came to his senses and opened his letter, which contained two pieces of parchment, one to remind him of the start of school on September 1st, and the other to tell him what books he needed for the next school year.

"Looks like we're going to find time to go to Diagon Alley, I need a new cauldron in addition to buying new books, Ron ......" Harry turned his head to find Ron standing motionless, mouth slightly open, staring blankly at the letter from Hogwarts to him.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?" asked Harry as he walked around behind Ron and looked over his shoulder at the parchment.

His mouth opened wide in surprise.

"Harry, did you get it?" Hermione's face flushed, staring at the envelope in her hand without raising her head, "I'm a prefect too, Harry, and so am I!"

"No," Harry understood what Hermione meant, his voice dry, "It's Ron, not me. ”

"Ron?" Hermione looked up sharply and saw the red and gold badge in Ron's hand, and her mouth closed in surprise.

Ron turned to look at her, raised his eyebrows, and had a smug look on his face. Hermione frowned, turning her face away in disgust.

"Oh, Ron, that's amazing! I'm going to buy you a set of red and gold pajamas with your badge. ”

Mrs. Weasley wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and kissed him left and right on the cheek, Ron's face flushed redder than his badge.

"Mom...... No...... Mom, take control......" he muttered, desperately trying to push her away.

Somehow, Harry found himself unwilling to look at what was happening in front of him, grabbing his envelope and making his way to his room.

Hermione blinked and followed Harry into the room.

"Harry?" Hermione said hesitantly.

"Great, Hermione," Harry said, with an exaggerated enthusiasm, it didn't sound like his voice at all, and his eyes still didn't look at Hermione, "Excellent." Prefect, that's amazing. ”

"Thanks," said Hermione, "well-Harry-I'm here to say goodbye to you, I need to go to Alan, I've made an appointment with his family." ”

"Okay Hermione, please say hello to Alan on my behalf. Harry said, still in that overzealous, not like his own, "Go ahead." ”

Hermione hesitated, but didn't say anything like "Harry, you're actually better than Ron, better suited to be a prefect," and turned away. Harry slowly walked back to the bed, slumping headlong on it, staring at the feet of the closet with lost eyes.

Alan at Harris Manor also receives a letter from Hogwarts, and Mrs. Harris happily holds Alan's prefect badge and puts them together with Ellen's new magical robes.

"Alright, sweetheart, hurry up to the conference room, it's going to be a meeting soon. Mr. Harris straightened his shirt and urged.

As the Harris family grew, the northernmost room on the second floor was deliberately transformed into a gorgeous conference room at Harris Manor.

At this time, the core members of the Harris family gathered together, and the main discussion was mainly about the leadership structure and membership of the Film and Television Management Division of the Ministry of Magic.

"I think Mrs. Harris is the right person to head this new department. John Barca, who had communicated with Mr. Harris in advance and understood Mr. Harris's intentions, proposed.

He has short curly blond hair, round glasses, and a somewhat goofy appearance, but as Mr. Harris's confidant, no one will ignore his words.

His proposal was adopted by the crowd and unanimously adopted without any objection.

And Mrs. Harris unconsciously tugged at the corner of Mr. Harris's coat beside her, her eyes flickered, she did not have the slightest confidence that she could manage such a department in this field that she did not know at all.

Sensing his wife's mood changes, Mr. Harris took Mrs. Harris's hand and patted it gently and comfortingly.

"It's not difficult, after all, we are the only TV producer and TV station in the beginning, and we are all reliable people who are in charge of these things, and it is not complicated for you to manage. This project will definitely get bigger and bigger in the future, and we will slowly sum up the experience in the process. Lunn also spoke comfortingly.

Mrs. Harris blinked, and with the encouragement of her husband and son, accepted the position.

"Well, that's it, the head of the Film and Television Management Department of the Ministry of Magic is Morgan Lefay Harris. After a pause in applause, Mr. Harris stood up and announced another piece of news with a smile on his face, "In addition, I would like to tell you the good news that my eldest son, Albert Harris, is engaged to Fleur Delacour, and the wedding is tentatively scheduled for next summer. Fleur Delacour will also be transferred to the Ministry of Magic's Film and Television Management Division, where she will also serve as the chief resident host for Harris Television. ”

"Judging by the number of hours she has worked, her position in the Ministry of Magic is part-time. Amid a hail of congratulations, Xenophilius Lovegood, the first director of Harris TV, muttered.

"Father, I want to summarize the knowledge of golem making before the start of school, so that I can provide it to Ross Geller and other people in charge of golem research and development as soon as possible. After the meeting was dismissed, Allen said to Mr. Harris, and with that, he went back to his room.

After Allen left, Mrs. Harris took out some financial statements, and she handed a summary report to Mr. Harris with some concern.

"Owen, the Magical Creatures Sanctuary has just been established, and Harris TV has just started, and these involve a lot of money to spend. And now, a large amount of money has to be invested in the Golem research project, and such a big leap forward may lead to poor operation of funds. ”

Mr. Harris took the report handed to him by Mrs. Harris, flipped through it and said, "Actually, some time ago, I asked Alan to express this attitude tactfully, and I asked him to make a lot of gold out of Philosopher's Stone, the purpose of which was to make him slow down and wait for some of our Harris family's investments to start to return and then proceed gradually. But apparently he doesn't think so, and I can't ask more of him. Mr. Harris said this, and Mrs. Harris said no more, and poured Mr. Harris a cup of Ceylon black tea for him.

Mr. Harris took the tea, took a sip of it, moistened his somewhat dry throat, and said worriedly: "He also asked that the price of TV should not be too high, saying that it would be convenient for popularization." But Eren couldn't always use the Philosopher's Stone to refine gold, he had other more important things to do. ”

Although Mr. Harris is usually powerful in the Ministry of Magic, like the rest of the family, they will always compromise in front of Allen, and will subconsciously care about Allen's opinions and feelings. Because the Harris family can have today's scenery, it all comes from Allen.

As a result, the Harris couples, who hold the financial power, are worried about carrying out so many projects at once, but they cannot ask Alan to suspend the development of the Golem.

"The reason why we are where we are today is because Allen brought it, and no matter what he wants to do, we should support him unconditionally. Albert is more straightforward, although he has no research on family and business management, and he is a little confused, but he thinks that what Alan wants to achieve should be supported no matter what.

Although Lunn agreed with the Harris couple's words more in his heart, he wisely kept silent, after all, it is true that as Albert said, without Allen, Harris would not be where he is today.

"I think all the decisions Alan has made so far are the right ones. Daisy stood firmly on her brother's side, and Penelope, who was not comfortable speaking on such occasions, nodded approvingly.

Hermione sat on the side, carefully flipping through the reports, until a long while, she looked at the data and opened her mouth without raising her head: "Although I used to teach myself some Muggle economics in advance in order to enter the highest Muggle university, and I have mastered a little theory and knowledge, and I am not mature in the field of economics, but I can also see that the management method of the Harris family is still a very traditional pure-blood family. This traditional management model is more suitable for families that have developed for many generations, and after generations of hard work and accumulation, the industries they have invested in have been able to create huge economic value and bring various returns.

The Harris family, on the other hand, has lost its traditional industries in Germany and should be counted as a new family. Now, a variety of initiatives are in parallel, and so many industries in different fields have been developed, if the traditional family that has developed for several generations has enough time and heritage, all industries do not need to cooperate with each other too much, and each of them should close their respective fields. But the Harris family can't do it, there are too many projects invested, the scope is too wide, the development is too fast, there is no overall management, the projects are messy, there is no unified goal, and each has its own ......

In this regard, we can actually learn from Muggles, set up a department as the commander-in-chief, and obtain information from various industries to coordinate management, so that the group company can command, develop and control more efficiently. ”

After Hermione, who was completely immersed in her thoughts and talked eloquently, she found that everyone was staring at her, and suddenly felt her cheeks hot, and she was so engrossed in thinking about those reports that she forgot that in terms of her current identity, it was not suitable to participate in the discussion of the Harris family like this.

Hermione clenched her fists in annoyance, scratched at her unkempt hair in embarrassment, and quickly added, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have ......"

"No, no, No, Hermione, you're very nice and constructive about it. Well, I'll leave this matter to you, and you'll be up to you to plan and make a plan?" Mr. Harris interrupted Hermione's apology, his eyes bright and his tone full of appreciation for Hermione.

Hermione's cheeks flushed suddenly, and she waved her hand repeatedly, "I've only read a few books, I haven't really learned about economics, I'm just a student......"

"Don't underestimate yourself, you're very knowledgeable, quick-witted, and have a lot of knowledge of the Muggle world, you're much better than we are," Mrs. Harris interrupted Hermione's push, brushing Hermione's own hair, "That's it, you make a plan, and we'll discuss it later."

Hermione, who had been affirmed and praised, nodded happily with bright eyes, and decided to use the rest of the summer vacation to check the information and strive to make a feasible overall plan.

Penelope bit her red lip, secretly regretting in her heart that when she was a Muggle, she didn't have the talent and studious nature of Hermione, and this know-it-all lady actually studied economics at such a young age.

Penelope's eyes then fell on Luna, who wondered how she would react to Hermione's words, only to find that Luna had fallen asleep with her head back on the back of her chair, with a hint of saliva running down her mouth.

"I'm so dizzy...... And expect Luna's reaction. Penelope sighed and shook his head with a wry smile, retracting his gaze. Remembering that Mr. Lovegood had recently taken Luna around to enjoy father and daughter time on the grounds that the vacation was coming to an end and he was about to be busy with work and had a few days to spare, it seemed that this had exhausted Luna.

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