Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Possibly Have?

Bear Big, who was hugging a barrel of mead and snoring away in a wooden cabin five hundred meters away, suddenly let out a huge sneeze.

Awakened, Bear Big sat up and scratched his head.

Not noticing anything amiss, he hugged the barrel and took another drink.

Then he collapsed back onto the hay and began snoring again...

Chapter 382: The Fourth Calamity Is Established!

Newt looked somewhat uneasy.

Because he had already been confirmed as the director of this Zoo.

Of course, no one was better suited for the role than him.

Many of those "employees," who were Magizoologists themselves, were Newt's fans or even his students and disciples.

This was what it meant to have everyone's support.

But having suddenly taken on such a huge responsibility, how could Newt not be nervous?

Although this director position did not require him to sit in an office like the thing he hated most.

Still... it was an enormous responsibility...

"Black, um... what do you think our ticket price should be?"

Ticket pricing was important too. If it was too expensive, no one could afford to come; if it was too cheap, that would not be appropriate either...

Black said, "I think the tickets should be cheaper. Five Silver Sickles would be quite reasonable."

Newt asked doubtfully, "Wouldn't that be too low?"

According to what Black had said before, the money earned by this Zoo could be used to support these Fantastic Beasts.

If each visitor only paid five Silver Sickles.

Then the money earned in a month might not even cover a Dragon's food expenses for that month.

"Mr. Scamander, I never said we would only charge for admission."

"The ticket is merely what they pay to enter the park. What about after they come in?"

"Are you going to