From Azkaban To Hogwarts

When it's summer in the northern hemisphere, although the sun in Africa won't kill people, there won't be many people willing to stay on the streets.

But in a suburban warehouse that can barely be called a city, some people even lined up despite the hot weather.

"I want thirty pounds of clothes and thirty pounds of shoes."

After finally queuing in, York stretched out his hand and gestured. The banknotes in his hand danced with the waving of his arms, and he smashed the small amount of money into what seemed to be nearly ten thousand yuan.

"Business looks good recently..."

The guys who managed the warehouse began to call on the people behind to help - they were considered the general wholesalers. They sent all the second-hand clothes or other electronic waste over by ship, and after roughly classifying them, they sold them by the pound. As for the sales, The price depends on how the vendors who purchase the goods set their own prices.

Anyway, the big boss Mr. Lunnon always has a way to get those cheap second-hand goods, but he himself is determined not to divide the business in a more detailed manner. After several times of persuasion to no avail, the people in charge of the various local warehouses just simply I gave up the plan of bringing in a group of distribution guys.

Although they would call their relatives over and sell some clothes that seemed to be of better quality in advance or simply let them contract them, that was all.

"It's not bad. Sales have been extremely good recently!"

York, who received the goods, happily agreed - although he didn't know why business was so good this summer, making money itself was something worth being happy about.

"By the way, I also received a batch of goods, the quality is very good! It is said that..."

He lowered his voice and whispered in the person in charge's ear.

"Really? God...those guys are so...poor!"

The person in charge muttered in surprise, but his pity had no real sense of pity, it was like an emotionless modal particle.

"It's not... you want me to say..."

York lowered his voice, bit his ear and muttered again, and pointed at the guy inside with his finger.

However, while he was still laughing this time, the manager opposite him changed his face, rounded his arms, and slapped York on the face.

"If you say such stupid things again, I'll give you a bullet!"

The manager said fiercely, causing a crisp sound to be heard from the weapons in the hands of the people in charge of security work around him.

"I…"

The playful smile on York's face was gone. He panicked and gave a French military salute and was busy explaining.

"Bring your goods -" the administrator roared, but after hesitating, he remembered something again, "Bring your damn things over. For the sake of the merciful Lord, I will spare you this time." jerk!"

"Brainless guy."

When York was trotting to get something, an acquaintance who had a good relationship with him and had no conflict with the sales scope immediately followed him, "How dare you have such an idea!"

"Do you know that the guy in the house was sent here personally by Mr. Lennon? How important it is! It is said that the guy is still a college student in the UK. He will leave after a summer vacation and will not be damaged at all - "

He pointed at the warehouse and said, "Got it!"

York shook his head - he didn't understand.

"You! Old Sea Dog is the administrator in name, but isn't it Mr. Lennon's decision to not get promoted? Mr. Lennon is fine, we-" the friend pointed at himself and York, "You , I, we can get a steady stream of cheap goods from his warehouse, instead of not knowing where to make money after selling the last piece of clothing!"

"But what does this have to do with that white guy?"

His friend wanted to hit someone, "If you plan to make any crooked ideas, the old sea dog will almost lose his position. Will he let you go?"

"I probably understand."

York nodded as if he understood, and then took out a cloth bag from the cart he brought - "In other words, that...that guy is very rich and will give me a good price for my things?"

"roll…"

After being unable to explain, his friend gave him two middle fingers.

——

"What a waste... This material is enough to make a wand, but it is actually used to make a chair..."

William looked at the goods, unaware of the conflict that almost occurred outside.

In order to prevent surprise attacks with black guns or even higher-level firepower during the war, he had to reinforce several layers of defensive magic in necessary places except the door to ensure that even if the plane threw something, he could withstand the first hit.

Excellent protection system means absolute sound insulation - you can't expect something that can block bombs to still have good eavesdropping capabilities.

It is this kind of protection that allows him to safely select things that are useful to him from all kinds of high-quality recyclables.

Looking at these things, he couldn't help but be full of admiration for Mr. Lennon - yes, the other person's intelligence was almost as smart as the fraudster he knew in Azkaban, or even worse.

It is wisdom to establish a second-hand business to bring things here from the UK. It is also wisdom to boldly use local people to manage the warehouse and establish an extensive price system. Even though the warehouse is rented by Mr. Lennon's company, this business is almost guaranteed to make a profit. No compensation.

To put it simply, Mr. Lennon's company is responsible for bringing things over from the UK and then selling them to administrators in various cities at a low price - yes, not shipping, but selling.

However, the warehouse manager himself is strictly prohibited from directly buying and selling second-hand goods. Once discovered, the supply quota will be greatly reduced or even canceled directly.

However, there is a significant profit margin between the entry price and the exit price, and as long as they do not recruit many relatives to do second-hand business, the supervision will turn a blind eye.

With the supply of second-hand goods firmly blocked, this transaction is obviously completely in the hands of Mr. Lennon. Those who benefit from him will spontaneously stand up to defend his interests, even if it causes inexplicable xenophobia throughout Africa. During the period, his property was still well protected.

‘It’s such an interesting system... Let’s do an experiment with second graders next year and try replacing second-hand goods with homework...’

'Students in a college are divided into groups, and then the top students act as administrators, limiting the minimum homework for each student, and then the top students are responsible for allocating the extra homework to each student...'

'But if I do this, in addition to the papers, I will also need an exercise book to find change...'

"Two years of papers combined, plus a little more, is barely enough to make this exercise book that serves as a question bank..."

"The papers, papers and selected topics from the exercise book constitute the homework, and the distribution is quite reasonable..."

"In practical classes, those top students also paid more attention than me. As for error correction, this can also be seen from the completion of homework..."

"It's easy to select the prefect candidates in advance...but...the prefect candidates still have to be selected by the principal in the end...just try not to use it in the first grade."

Just think of arranging a group leader with greater authority to collect homework - a slight adjustment can greatly enhance students' classroom feedback.

After all, he only has one pair of eyes, and it is unrealistic to see clearly the progress of all students' exercises. If someone helps keep an eye on and adjust their homework, the benefits far outweigh any possible harm.

"Ding dong!!!"

The doorbell rang - although William felt that the former sailor-turned-administrator should have complained about this, he still rang the doorbell obediently.

He dropped what he was doing, glanced through the enchanted glass, and opened the door.

"What's the matter? Mr. Fit?"

"A new batch of valuable things have just been delivered - the type you like, so I brought them over."

The administrator happily put down the small wooden box wrapped in wood, "Some strange religious books and ornaments made of unknown animal materials..."

"Ah, thank you for remembering, Mr. Fite."

…

The two exchanged a few words, and then the administrator returned to the front to focus on the business, leaving William to unpack the box.

"It's really just...religious books..."

He briefly flipped through it and then put the book back in disappointment - this thing had great artistic value and could be sold for a good price, but it meant almost nothing to him.

There was a valuable item among the ornaments, but it was an illegal contraband and could not be used in potions. William gave up after playing with it for a few times.

"It's better to continue looking for the goods collected from other places - how can you be so lucky?"

He shook his head and continued searching.

——

"Mr. Lennon, I am very grateful that you allow me to stay in your warehouse to admire those works of art during this period, but I have a reluctant request - if possible, can I see it in other warehouses? look?"

"Yes, a completely different culture..."

"Very helpful."

“…”

Lennon put down the phone, shook his head, and made an incredulous expression.

"Who is it? To surprise you like that..."

"That alumnus... a very strange alumnus."

He shook his head, "I've only been working for less than a week and I'm planning to change places."

"Are you being squeezed out? The recent situation here is not very good..."

"That's not true. The warehouse supervisors in those areas thought he was easy to get along with, and they didn't even buy at low prices - he actually didn't buy anything for a shilling!

"Then what did he do?"

"Looking through the things in the warehouse - I am particularly interested in those written records..."

Mr. Lennon shrugged his shoulders, "If we hadn't had a good conversation on the boat, I would have thought he was a nerd!"

"But he's nothing like it—except not very good at dancing."

“That’s why it’s strange.

"Then you plan to refuse?"

"No, no, no, I plan to give him another warehouse. Anyway, my warehouses are everywhere here."

Lennon waved his hand - although nerds are not suitable for sending to the East to develop business, it is a good thing to have a scholar among the alumni who is willing to do research, so let him go.

——

"Over there...are you about to go out?"

Bertha asked a little uncertainly - the time she was lost this time was so short that she had no idea whether she was out of trouble.

“…”

"Lord Dark Lord?"

“…”

Bertha, who received no response, walked forward carefully, fearing that she would get lost without any warning.

It turned out that the Dark Lord himself was not a road fool.

After walking carefully for about twenty minutes, she confirmed that she had walked out of the forest.

She couldn't help but cheer.

This time, the exhausted Tom finally woke up. He squinted his snake eyes and considered for a long time, but there was still no punishment.

Quirrell was punished because he was always smart, thinking he could come up with some clever ideas, or that he kept something unconsciously.

And the fool in front of her would not mess up everything like Quirrell did - she would just mess up everything stupidly.

Just like those two idiots Goyle and Crabbe, can they be expected to accomplish what Bella can do?

If she punishes Quirrell, that guy will complete the task more carefully. But if she punishes this idiot, she will only ask more frequently, Lord Dark Lord, is this right? Lord Dark Lord, is that the right thing to do?

That's not punishing her, but punishing yourself...

He didn't expect that after the punishment, the new Death Eater would have the ability to think independently and complete tasks independently.

When he was studying at Hogwarts, he had seen those pet cats. The smart ones would go out on their own after being lectured, while the stupid ones would only feel that they should not be convenient after being scolded and hold themselves in. Meow.

And the new Death Eaters he recruited are the stupidest cats.

"So, Lord Dark Lord, what are we going to do?"

"Create a simple body for me first - I am seriously injured and need to recover."

Voldemort admitted frankly that after several days of giving directions, he was not going to play any tricks with this idiot now.

"Restore...Bai Xian?"

"No, a more special method is needed to make the injury better."

"Special method?"

Bertha was stunned for a moment, and then began to rummage frantically among her belongings.

"this?"

"No…another one…"

"It's not..."

She rummaged nervously, and it didn't take long to pile up a thick stack of books.

"found it!"

Bertha gave a sudden cheer and pointed to the book.

With the help of her eyes, Tom quickly saw the line of text.

Within a year, an unknown species of snakewood grew where the wand was buried, unable to be cut down and destroyed. A few years later, it was discovered that the leaves of this tree had powerful medicinal properties.

Before he had time to review the previous article, he suddenly thought of a terrible thing.

Could this idiot Death Eater he possessed have any idea of ​​deceiving him?

"How did you remember it?"

"Because I am forgetful, I can usually only remember a little bit of things. If it is useful information, I will carry it with me."

Under Legilimency, the true thoughts emerged like this.

“…”

Things that I have almost forgotten, Legilimency naturally cannot read.

He finally relaxed and read the text carefully - although he didn't think there was anything better than the blood of a unicorn...

'hiss…'

Tom, who didn't need to breathe at all, took a breath of air.

In the previous line, he clearly saw a name - Salazar Slytherin.