After returning to the Magic Mobile Phone Shop, Lorne felt he could write a lengthy 6,000-word essay about his good deeds.
Today was another day of helping others.
" Director Lorne," Harry had been wondering, "Why is HP used after the health bar? Some people in the Cuckoo even said you were paying homage to me."
"That means the number of times you've been hit." Lorne was speechless for a moment.
HP originated from the Dungeons & Dragons & Dragons board game in 1974. Before that, the old strategy game was "one hit and you die". In order to allow the hero to survive several hits, the HP system was invented. Later, it was spread to video games and became popular in RPGs all over the world.
However, it seems that people in the Wizarding World are unaware of this, as they have never been particularly concerned about the development of the Muggle World.
"Alright, Harry, go for a stroll in Diagon Alley with Dobby. I need to get to work." Lorne has recently been researching how to teach others the Magic Power Matrix needed for the phone.
He didn't intend to do anything that would lead his apprentices to starve themselves; he would simply mechanically tell them when to turn the line and what amount of magic to inject. As for the underlying principles and theories, Lorne had no intention of teaching them.
Of course, if any wizard is exceptionally talented enough to grasp the secrets, Lorne will congratulate them and then try to bring them to his side.
Harry took Dobby out the door.
The end of Diagon Alley wasn't as bustling, but it was quite safe. Harry and Dobby side, freely peering into the crisscrossing alleyways around them.
" Dobby, what's that?" Harry wondered if his glasses were too weak; he couldn't see anything in the dark alley.
"It only had two eyes, Dobby couldn't see what it was; it looked like a big black dog."
With his wand hidden in his sleeve, Harry felt confident. He stood there, silently meeting the gaze of the bright yellow eyes in the alley.
But as the dog's silhouette grew larger, its fierce gaze and sharp fangs rapidly approaching, Harry couldn't help but tremble.
At the critical moment, before Harry could even utter the spell, Dobby was already in front of him.
It spread its hand, magic surging from its short fingers, and a silent shockwave exploded and swept outwards, leaving the black dog nowhere to be seen amidst the rising dust.
" Dobby," Harry crouched down to check Dobby for injuries, and only after finding that Dobby was unharmed did Harry's expression turn serious, "We can fight side by side, Dobby. I don't need you to stand in front of me."
Dobby wanted to do something for Harry Potter.
"I'll do anything," Harry said, holding up one finger, "But stop thinking about risking your own safety to save my life."
"Okay." Dobby gave a standard smile.
Harry couldn't bear to look. "Who taught you to Dobby? House-elf ' fake smiles are too easy to spot."
That's right, Dobby is a House-elf, and he learned an important quality from great wizards like Lorne and Harry —dishonesty.
Harry promised him he wouldn't return to Hogwarts, but Director Lorne prevented Harry from keeping his promise.
Dobby thought so too.
Although it had promised Harry Potter it wouldn't risk its life to save Harry Potter, and it wanted to keep its promise, Director Lorne disagreed, as he had previously told Dobby to protect Harry.
Dobby would still give his life for Harry Potter.
Inside the Magic Mobile Phone Shop.
" Augusta, does the concept of a company exist in the Wizarding World?" Lorne suddenly asked.
"Wizards don't really like Muggle -specific terms like 'company' or 'corporation,'" Augusta replied after a moment's thought, having some knowledge of Muggle World law. "Wizard businesses usually don't need many employees; they prefer to refer to their businesses as 'manufacturers' or 'workshops.'"
This is also a major difference between the Muggle World and the Wizarding World. Mechanical production in the Muggle World requires a lot of labor, but in the Wizarding World, only one highly skilled wizard is needed to mass-produce a certain product.
The commerce of wizarding societies is closer to that of modern Europe than to contemporary commerce.
What procedures do I need to go through to register a company?
Augusta shook his head. "There's no need to try these novel things. We just need to register a sole proprietorship or partnership, obtain a business license, get the corresponding special licenses based on the goods we sell, and accept background checks and business supervision from Wizengamot."
"As for the company, that's just a name. What's wrong with calling our store ' Magic Mobile Phone Business Company '? The Ministry of Magic won't make a fuss about it."
Lorne frowned and asked, "What rights of shops does the Ministry of Magic protect? Do they have patent rights?"
" The Ministry of Magic holds patents, but they are very limited. As far as I know, the only Ludicrous Patents Office on the seventh floor of the Ministry of Magic. They only handle whimsical and playful products. Products involving Potions, wands, and the like can only be kept secret by the family."
"If you want to patent the Magic Mobile Phone," Augusta said with a confident smile, "Leave it to me. I'm ninety-nine percent confident I can get it a Magic Mobile Phone product patent."
Lorne was waiting for these words: "Then it's up to you."
Augusta nodded kindly. She looked at Lorne, hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke, "I can guess what you're thinking right now—land, storage, company, patents. You probably want to build a factory to industrialize the production of Magic Mobile Phone."
Lorne nodded. "That's right, the sales of the Magic Mobile Phone should be far greater than this. Its sales are constrained by production capacity. To break out of this predicament, it must achieve complete self-sufficiency in production."
"I will do everything I can to help you," Augusta said firmly. "If you have any personnel needs, my son and daughter-in-law are also fully committed to working for you. You don't need to worry about that. The Longbottom family is known for its commitment and loyalty."
Lorne definitely needs manpower.
"Let them rest first," Lorne said, not wanting to hire patients who had just recovered. "Once the factory opens, I'll arrange some easy positions for them."
"The patent registration and company application are now in your hands, Mrs. Augusta," Lorne said, incredibly grateful to have found the most professional legal talent available. "Once the company is established, the legal department will be under your full control."
"As you see fit," Augusta paused, her expression unconcerned with such empty titles, and dutifully asked, "What name would you like to give the company?"
Lorne thought for a moment about the leading business in his previous life, then slammed his hand on the table. "Let's call it Banana, Banana Business Group. The logo is an uneaten banana."
Augusta, though puzzled, didn't ask further questions and simply nodded slightly, "Okay."