Hogwarts: I really don't want to be a wizard

Chapter 78, the transitional chapter, please skip the pre-order, thank you guys.

At another Friday meeting, Penello returned to his old words.

To be honest, in the past few months, whenever the issue of financial revenue was discussed, the big steward of the organization had never given Grete a good look.

Faced with the increasingly crazy piracy, Penello opens his eyes every day and seems to see tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of gold galleons flying away from his pocket with wings.

However, Gretel has always looked heartless. No matter how resentful Penello's eyes were, he just shrugged and said, "Wait, wait, wait."

I have been waiting until now, and the final exam has begun.

The people who discussed Gretel also disappeared.

All those who had the ability went to manufacture mobile phones and spread their goods to the Americas to make money like crazy.

Gretel, the founder of the new era, was never mentioned again. Even if he was mentioned by chance, he would only be mentioned with a strange smile.

"Just a lucky kid."

Once someone refutes it, the person who said the weird thing seems to be in a mood and gives an impassioned speech.

"Isn't it a child who can show off his inventions all over the world? Isn't this a common way for children to attract attention?"

"As expected, he is a little guy from a backward place like the Muggle world. In order to become famous, he picked up the sesame seeds and lost the watermelon."

The "Wizard War" was the first to launch a crusade against the mudblood wizard Gretel.

An article from an anonymous pureblood was also published.

The article strangely expressed its gratitude to Gretel and hoped that he could speed up the invention so that there would be a few more life-size gold statues in their family's vault.

With the publication of this article, Gretel suddenly became a clown in the wizarding world.

For this reason, several families that made their fortune with unique inventions secretly included Gretel in their family mottos.

Fearing that some unfilial son would lose his mind, he imitated Gretel and threw the golden mountain out of his hands.

"Okay, okay, don't look so gloomy. I'll show you something, and you'll know why I don't ask them to keep it secret."

When the total number of mobile phones sold in all continents reached 50 units, Gretel brought together the core personnel of the organization.

In the confused eyes of everyone, Gretel smiled a little wildly.

Accompanied by a special spell, a faint blue light shone on everyone's faces.

A translucent starry sky shaped like a brain, entwined by countless rays of light, appeared before everyone's eyes.

"All communication is to exchange information at a high speed through the magic network core in front of us.

Every ray of light you see represents a mobile phone terminal.

Just like the Floo network that connects thousands of households, it can transport people from one place to another destination stably and accurately.

It is based on the Floo Network core stored in the Ministry of Magic, which records all legal Floo Network terminals in Great Britain.

At the same time, this also prevents outsiders from intruding into homes connected to the Floo network through illegal means.

Because the terminal they built privately was not recorded in the core of the Ministry of Magic Floo Network at all. "

Seeing that some people couldn't help but ask questions, Gretel pressed his hands to signal them to be calm.

"I know what you're going to say, and what you're going to say must be that their pirated mobile phones can also be used normally.

Has anyone learned about the development history of Floo. "

Only Penello recalled it thoughtfully, while everyone else was confused.

Unlike Penello who participated in the entire development of the mobile phone, when they joined, what they got was already a mature sample.

The spell, the materials, everything was instilled in them by Gretel, and they did not need to understand the invention of mobile phones from scratch.

"The Floo Network commonly used by wizards is a huge system that is convenient, fast, safe and reliable.

As long as you state your destination clearly and concisely, a handful of Floo powder can take you wherever you want to go.

As long as your destination is connected to the Floo Network, a complete system, and the owner of the fireplace allows you to arrive.

However, in the [-]th century, when Floo was first created, it was not as popular as it is now.

At that time, there were only a few ways for wizards to travel, flying brooms, portkeys or apparating.

After Ignatia Wildsmith invented Floo powder, it was ignored for a long time.

Until it was discovered that the Floo network was insanely safe compared to broomsticks.

People who are afraid of heights don’t have to worry at all, and they don’t need to be highly skilled, or even a wizard.

Coupled with the price of two silvers per scoop, it has the advantage of being economical and has completely become the most accessible mode of transportation in the wizarding world.

As for Apparition, even in our Hogwarts, there are still many people who have not been able to obtain legal licenses many years after graduation.

This mode of travel has turned away a considerable number of people who need to travel.

There are also door keys. Anyone who has had the experience of a door key will never want to use it a second time if it is not necessary.

Not to mention using it as a daily travel method.

Floo Network is such a brand-new transportation and communication network that is friendly to the people.

It took many years to spread across the UK.

If we switch to our mobile phones, how many years will it take for them to spread?

You know, regardless of R&D costs and only labor and raw materials, each mobile phone costs a glittering five galleons.

Depending on us alone, we may not be able to see such a hot scene until the day we die of old age. "

Penello suddenly laughed, his eyes seemed to sparkle with golden light, and the smile on his face was particularly bright.

"Whenever a fireplace is connected to the Floo network, the Ministry of Magic can easily kick it out with a simple spell.

So, Gretel, you left a secret door in your phone, right? "

Penello's expression was particularly excited, as she seemed to see the mountain-like golden gallon flying back again.

Gretel took a deep look at the butler who was gradually becoming a money-obsessed man, and nodded heavily.

"Do you still remember the number and positioning configuration you asked about at that time?
I didn’t explain it to you at the time, but you can read it now. "

Following Gretel's movements, the starry sky brain in front of him gradually unfolded into a plane, enveloping everyone in this entangled starry sky.

Each light point on the floor plan represents a mobile phone, but as Grete operates, the light is gradually covered with different colors.

Horrifying blood red, gorgeous deep purple, bright golden...

Different terminals radiate rays of light to connect with other terminals, that is, the owner of the mobile phone is communicating with relatives and friends.

Under the command of Gretel, a vibrant emerald green burst into dazzling light, but its scope only surrounded London.

Even the counties surrounding London rarely see green.

Everyone knows that this piece of emerald green full of vitality represents the mobile phone produced by his own communication company.

After all, when piracy was frequent, Grete had already dismissed the assembly line workers it had hired. Only these people were still producing from time to time for sale in Grete Communications Store.

Because the terminals of Grete Communication Store never accept price reductions, the store is basically empty at present.This is also the reason why the butler Penello has been worried. Lowering prices can at least increase sales. If he insists on not lowering prices, the finished products that have been produced will only fall into his own hands.

Facing Penello's excitement, Grete said calmly: "It's time to take back our market."

Gretel had made such a plan long before he decided to enter the communication market.

Point-to-point communication is actually not difficult to achieve, even without Penello's help, Gretel can do it by himself.

A twin spell can make the same handwriting appear on two unrelated pieces of paper at the same time.

The point-to-point communication is completed.

The hard part is to form them into a network, which is why Grete has sought help from so many people.

Even at the risk of being in the same room with Professor Tom.

The Wizard's Brain, which is the core of the Magic Network, was completed by Gretel at that time.

He took apart all the details and mixed them into different questions to ask Voldemort for advice, just to prevent others from seeing through the secret door he had left.

However, through the intuitive projection of the wizard's brain, Gretel noticed that within the magic net coverage circle formed by the mutual communication between the terminals, there is still a small piece of shadow that is difficult to decipher looming.

He was immediately sure that it must be the communication spell independently researched by Professor Voldemort. Only he could bypass Gretel, the inventor, and establish his own independent communication system.

But it seems that Professor Fu did not take advantage of this trend to expand his market.

It is really difficult for Grete to understand that a rebel leader would let go of the gold mountain that was within easy reach.

However, even if Voldemort ends, it will have no impact on Gretel.

Because he knew that Voldemort would never be willing to give up his things to others like him.

Of course, Grete is not willing to give it up, but who makes the communication magic just a bait.

If it weren't for enough sweet bait, I believe there wouldn't be so many pirated copies. There are even many people selling their products just to catch this smooth sailing boat.

Go to the Americas on the other side of the ocean to dig into the gold mountain that has not been explored much, and make a pretty rich gluttonous feast for your family.

Gretel ignores rampant piracy because he has thunderous means in his hands that can easily turn the tables at any time.

There is no need to take risks, no need to worry about sales, and no need to pay costs. Just a magic spell flowing out of Grete's hands helped him expand the market to the Americas.

By the way, in the past six months or so, these stubborn wizards have become accustomed to convenient communication and the existence of mobile phones.

The moment of harvest has arrived, and in front of a group of people, Gretel ordered the core of the communication network, the Wizard's Brain.

After disconnecting all the mobile phones sold by non-Grete Communication Stores, the colorful Galaxy Brain instantly went dark.

There are only those strips of green light, strong and firm, traveling in the communication network.

At the same time, everyone seemed to hear screams in their ears.

They are pirated users who are used to advancement but are forced to fall back to the original, and are used to convenience but are forced to return to hardship.

It was also the screams of pirates who had swallowed the bait and now had the barb hooked in their throats.

"Next, let the bullets fly for a while."

Gretel, along with all the people present, burst out laughing, as if all the grievances of several months were released in an instant.

Among them, Penello was the most excited, his face was flushed, his breathing was short, and his eyes were full of aggression that was about to be exploited.

Three days, just three days, the pirates who tried their best to appease their own users attacked Ravenclaw's dining table with an army of owls covering the sky.

Gretel, who was well prepared, formed a group utopia and protected everyone present.

Countless shouting letters almost destroyed the entire restaurant.

"You hateful mudblood, disgusting troll, despicable ghoul..."

Because Grete refused to accept the letter, the roaring letters were shattered into pieces of waste paper in the incompetent rage.

After the owl army left, Grete knocked on the dining table gracefully, and a whole table of new food was quickly delivered to the table by the house elf.

"Watch what I do, eat."

Gretel shook the spoon in front of Terry's eyes and took the lead in eating.

"My God, I never thought that Howler Letter could be so cruel."

After a long time, Terry took a deep breath and started chatting excitedly with the people around him.

Just now, he saw with his own eyes that a goblet in front of Gretel was blown into pieces by the roaring letter.

"Grete, so the power of sound is so powerful, do you think it is possible for me to develop a sound attack spell, that kind of magic spell that is invisible and colorless, and blows things into ashes with a bang."

Gretel glanced at Terry, who was jumping up and down with excitement, and silently complained in his heart. Fortunately, Terry was not sorted into Gryffindor.

Otherwise, one day in the future, I will definitely be able to blow up the entire Hogwarts with Seamus, that explosion genius.

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After that, Gretel was attacked by howling letters once a day for a week before gradually calming down.

The pirates who fell into the sinkhole did not give up.

But they found that this language threat had no impact on Grete at all.

Even because he had been staying at Hogwarts, he couldn't find a way to come to negotiate.

They've changed their approach, and what remains the same is the daily army of owl mailers.

A letter of sincere pleading almost buried Ravenclaw's dining table.

If Gretel hadn't been holding up his wand, threatening the owls.

Anyone who dares to throw the letter on the dining table without his consent will definitely let the eagle taste what is called a hot, peeled, washed and grilled set meal.

No matter how touching the pleading letter was and how miserable their situation was described, Gretel was not moved at all.

He is not a person with a big belly. This group of pirates may be the group of people who scolded him stupid in the newspaper while eating the gluttonous meal that flowed out of his hand a few months ago.

Besides, can empty-handed begging be enough to make up for the 2000 million that slipped through his fingers?

Also, if you step back ten thousand steps, even if Gretel's brain and cerebellum fail at the same time, you can accept their apology and pleading.

Penelo, the butler, would not let go of her sharpening hand.

No one can stop a woman who has been depressed for months because of a problem, not even Merlin's resurrection.

In particular, those golden Galleons that almost flew away with wings also included her generous dividends.

That's her Penello, the money she got by selling herself clean!

　Such as the chapter name, I beg you guys to jump in and order. I’m really not good at writing transitional chapters. I haven’t seen that the small theater is gone now. Big guys, please jump in and order again in two days when the fourth grade starts. , Wow, I feel like I’m making a lot of money now. I beg you, please book now. Thank you guys.

　　When Goblet of Fire starts, I will let everyone have a good time, and the small theater will return at that time.

　　I have already boarded the bus back to Zhejiang from Guangdong. I will take a rest tomorrow. I will definitely complete the transition on the 4th. I will wait a moment and compare my feelings.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)