Mr. Malfoy Jr.'s school life was not as good as it could have been.

"Ten?" Ron was surprised.

Fred whistled, "I heard that Mr. Malfoy almost won, he wounded six people, and he should still be lying in the school infirmary?" ”

Harry remembered the day he went to the school infirmary with Neville.

In the overcrowding, there are indeed a few Slytherins.

"That's just because Malfoy is a prefect." George shook his head, disapproving of his brother's words, "If it weren't for the fear of angering Professor Snape, Mr. Malfoy would have to go to the school infirmary." ”

"He's a prefect?" Ron was even more surprised, "But he didn't."

He reached out and fiddled with the glittering badge on his chest. Malfoy wasn't wearing it.

"How do I know?" George patted his brother on the head angrily.

"Because it's useless." Harry looked at Malfoy's back and whispered, "Slytherin doesn't treat him like a prefect, no one respects him, and it would be humiliating if he still wore that thing on his body." ”

Ron looked down at the badge on his chest, as if he understood what Percy had said that night, when he had snuck him aside.

"Why is the Slytherin prefect Malfoy?" Ron looked at the figure that had completely submerged into the dark underground tunnel, "Obviously he"

"Dumbledore always had his ideas." Harry turned his head back.

Ron was still tilting his head, looking at the stairs leading to the basement.

Fred dragged him up the grand staircase, turned and continued to climb to the second floor, and only after his view was obscured that he couldn't see anything before Ron turned his head back.

No one spoke of Malfoy anymore.

No one cared about him.

George and Fred waved their arms and exaggerated to Ron about the turnover of their joke merchandise, they had learned a lot of useful things from Fernon, some marketing schemes that might have been outdated in Fernon's opinion had been successful in wizarding society, and the brothers were now considering whether or not to go to an MBA, Muggle knowledge was indeed useful.

They wanted Ron to work in his own shop after graduation.

Transfiguration spells, potions, and ancient runiwen all have to take an "O".

Ron complained vigorously, this request was higher than Gringotts' request.

Graduates of the wizarding world want to go to the three places of work they want to go to the most—the Ministry of Magic in their own country, Gringotts, and staying in school to teach.

Retention requirements are the highest.

The second is Gringotts.

George and Fred's recruitment requirements can compete with staying in school to teach, and for Ron's complaints, George and Fred pinched their waists, which was very reasonable, and the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop was originally a very demanding place.

The "brother" is Harry Potter, an excellent student comparable to the dean.

The only employee is Remus Lupin, who has a clean resume, and the only one who can get his hands on it is a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

Only the "Weasley brothers" in the sign are a little worse, but they are mediocre, the level of ordinary excellent graduates of Hogwarts, but they have brains that are more precious than gold - this is George and Weasley's boast.

All the prank ideas came from their heads, and as "the most alchemically gifted Hogwarts students" - this was Dumbledore's compliment to them, and they were confident that they would become master alchemists in the next twenty or thirty years.

Ron didn't want to go to the Weasley Brothers Joke Shop.

He was bullied by his two elder brothers since he was a child, and it was impossible for him to send it to the door after graduation.

He wanted to be like Charlie, or Bill, and be a dragon trainer or spell breaker.

It's impossible to go to work in the boring Ministry of Magic, not even the Aurors; It's impossible to go to the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop, not even the store manager.

Ron had a good idea.

But George and Fred didn't listen to Ron at all, and crossed their fingers to arrange his life, from the first floor to the eighth floor, and arranged his life for eight years after graduation, as an apprentice in an advanced store, and learned alchemy for a few years, during this period, he took care of food every week, with five or six Galleons of pocket money.

When the apprenticeship is over, he will become a regular worker, and his salary will be fifteen Galleons a week - they are all a family, and they don't have money to talk about.

When he is older, he can be the store manager, with a salary of twenty-five Galleons a week.

Hermione bluntly said that they were more terrible than their father, exploiting their younger brother, and there was no psychological burden at all.

Ron cursed, gave orders to the fat lady, and went to the common room, graduating at his current level, not to mention that the weekly salary was too high, but at least thirty Galleons was no problem, and George and Fred were even willing to give twenty-five Galleons a weekly salary after eight years of squeezing themselves.

I don't let people fall in love!

No, it's not a good way to live!

They walked into the lounge and tried to scold, but a terrible sobbing overcame all and drew their attention.

By the fireplace, Lavender hugged Crook Hill and cried profusely.

"What's going on?" Ron walked over and muttered inquiring.

Fred lowered his voice and accused his brother: "George, you scared her to tears. ”

"It's impossible!" George shook his head, "That's just an explosion, that's it!" ”

"Then why is she crying? It must be your fault, George. Fred continued to accuse.

Chirp.

Patil looked up, stroking Ravenco's back and comforting her, as he whispered, "Lavender's pet is dead again." ”

"Again?" Ron was stunned.

Patil nodded: "When she was in third grade, Professor Trelawney divined her when her pet rabbit was bitten to death by a fox, and in fourth year she re-got a blue short, but it has been gone since yesterday. ”

"Maybe it's somewhere to play." Ron spoke, reassuring, "Cats are creatures that are always weird. ”

"Bowes sometimes runs out for days"

Lavender retorted loudly: "It's not the same, Bose is an owl!" Kony is a cat. ”

Ron pouted, there is not much difference between cats and owls, Crookshane and Hedwig are very good at playing together, sticking together almost every day, especially after Neville sleeps and makes a big noise, Hedwig can't wait to grow up with Crookshan.

Lavender blew his voice, delicate and weak: "And, and I have divined, Kone, my poor little Koney is dead." ”

"The divination tells me that he has lost his life."

Hermione scoffed.

She believed that there was indeed divination in this world—after all, she had seen a true prophecy with her own eyes, but she also knew very well that divination was a discipline that only required talent, and it was a realm that no mortal could set foot in, and she could barely believe that the open-eyed Trelawney had made such a conclusion.

Kelavender?

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Trelawney's preference for her is only because she is stupid, naïve, and foolish, and does not mean that she is really talented.

"I just did a tea divination." Lavender blew again, "A viper, a venom-spraying viper, my lovely little Kony must have been captured and tortured by Slytherin, and they might even practice the vanishing charm with poor little Kony." ”

"Why wasn't it bitten by a poisonous snake?" Ron subconsciously asked.

Crookshank Hill shouted loudly.

Lavender cried even louder: "Kony is a strong male cat, he can't beat a poisonous snake." ”

"And there's Professor Hagrid, he's also strong, he has a good relationship with those magical beast friends, and there can't be poisonous snakes at the edge of the Forbidden Forest or in the Black Lake."

Crookshank shouted loudly again.

Neville wasn't there, there was no translator, but Ron barely understood what it meant, "Are you saying that Kony trained with you and can deal with snakes with ease?" ”

Crookshan nodded, and screamed again.

"Lavender, Crookshank Mountain told you to let it go." Ron conveyed what it meant.

Lavender cried and cried, and suddenly froze, thinking of something, and crying even louder.

"Crookshank Hill is trying to help you find your cat." Ron had to raise his voice, "It has a lot of animal friends, and the whole Hogwarts pet is its friend. ”

Lavender reacted and hurriedly let go of Crookshan: "Please, please, you must find Kone." ”

Crookshan sighed with relief, screamed at the flowers, shook off his hair, stepped on the sofa and jumped out of the crowd, called out Hedwig from the women's dormitory, and with a wailing Bowes, he got out of the hole.

Lavender continued to cry, and Ron was pushed to her side for clumsy comfort.

No one cared about the loss of a kitten, and Hermione followed for half an hour before continuing to sit next to Harry and read.

By the afternoon, Neville was back.

He had a new robe, a better fit, and a brand new wand in his hand—thirteen inches, cherry wood, unicorn fur.

Neville loved his new wand, and he was able to cast spells that he couldn't use before, and even the vanishing spell he had just learned this year was successfully cast on a quill.

But it made Hermione wonder why there was such a combination.

Unicorn fur is the mildest of all the wand cores, has the most consistent mana output, and of course, it also represents purity and loyalty, and is usually a good match for white magic and healing magic, which is also a very suitable rod core material for Neville's personality.

Can cherry wood

This type of wood is rarely used in the West, but it is powerful enough to give the wand a true lethality regardless of the core of the wand.

This is the polar opposite of white magic, the healing meaning of unicorn hair.

What baffled Hermione the most was the length.

"13" was not a good number, it was a sign of misfortune, and Hermione thought that this length would only be found in elderwood and yew wood.

Neville took it for granted, he studied magic for the same time as Harry, for revenge.

He was motivated tonight.

However, after the dueling class ended, the momentum dissipated completely, and like a dead dog, Ron waved his wand and dragged him back to the dormitory.

On the way, they meet Crookshan, Hedwig, and Bowes, who are still looking for Lavender's pet.

They get nothing for a day.

(End of chapter)