Lorne knocked on the door.
"They're here." This time, it was either Fred or George who opened the door; Lorne hadn't yet distinguished between the two of them.
"It's Director Lorne and Harry," the newcomer chuckled, whistled, and began shouting upstairs, " Ginny, Harry's here! Didn't you bring him a present?"
Lorne wisely chose not to disturb the children; he went straight inside and found Arthur engrossed in studying blueprints.
"Oh, Lorne, you really should see my masterpiece," Arthur said excitedly, pulling Lorne close and shoving him into the chair next to him. "I just came up with this... extending the gear's wheelbase to strengthen it..."
Lorne deliberately shut his ears to avoid contaminating his mind with knowledge.
But his eyes were still drawn to Arthur's blueprints, one of which depicted an airplane dissected into various parts, with the wings being the most vivid, even featuring structures resembling feathers.
" Muggle are geniuses. They can fly by using the air to generate different thrusts at different positions. I plan to imitate them and combine that with the characteristics of owls... Lorne? Are you sleepy? I'll go get you a cup of coffee."
"No need," Lorne waved his hands repeatedly. "It's a brilliant idea, Arthur, but it needs so many gears and parts; it must cost a lot of Galleon."
Arthur grinned and began to chuckle, "This is all thanks to you, Lorne, my partner. I've never fought such a lucrative battle. If it weren't for the Galleon you provided, I would never have imagined that I could build an airplane from scratch. That car was just a modified version of Muggle's secondhand car."
"As for Galleon, it will indeed cost a lot, but I will finish it even if I have to collect just the parts."
Lorne figured it was impossible for him to subtly guide Arthur towards taking the initiative to work, so he directly pulled out the magic stone tablet he had just bought. "Same price as always, consider it my help in achieving your dream."
Arthur's eyes lit up. "So there's still business? I heard you were planning to start a company, I thought you wouldn't need me to assemble things for you anymore."
So that's where the misunderstanding started. Lorne quickly explained, "You are my forever and only assembly successor. In the Wizarding World, no one is better at it than you."
There may be wizards who are interested in the mechanical theories of the Muggle World, but only Arthur built Flying Ford Anglia.
This is technological monopoly.
Arthur, who thought his cash flow was about to dry up, was overjoyed to receive a deposit from Lorne. He immediately patted his chest and guaranteed that this month's production would definitely exceed one thousand units, and perhaps with the help of his own children, the production could reach more than twice that of the semester.
Lorne was finally relieved.
Meanwhile, Harry was invited to visit the children's gathering area on the second floor.
"You actually got a job at Director Lorne's Magic Mobile Phone Shop?" Ron exclaimed in amazement. "How much do you earn a month? Do you get to play with the Magic Mobile Phone every day?"
Harry Verde: "Well, it's alright. Quirrell told me I'm doing a summer job, and I only get half his pay, but it seems like enough to buy a Magic Mobile Phone. Although I still have quite a few Galleon, you know, what you earn yourself isn't the same as what your family gives you."
"My job? I don't even know what my job is. It feels like I just eat, drink, and play with my Magic Mobile Phone every day. Director Lorne's cooking is quite delicious. He also prepared a single dormitory for me, decorated exactly like the carriage in Wizard Legend. He also gave me a stone sculpture made of a monthstone that glows faintly at night."
Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron, watching until the latter's envious smile faded, before adding the final blow, "I was going to tell you to come along, but I only remembered when I opened the 'Goo-Goo' Cuckoo— "
You don't have Magic Mobile Phone.
Ron finally opened his mouth, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace, and silently left the house.
" Harry's so mean." Fred shrugged at George.
"That's because Little Ronnie is too naive," George said, shrugging.
Everyone stayed in the room, listening to Ron's drum-like footsteps as he came downstairs, and hearing his conversation with Arthur outside the door.
"Dad, I want a Magic Mobile Phone for Christmas this year."
"No, Ron, you bought a whole wand last year, which is over budget. According to the Weasley family law, you won't get a Christmas present for the next three years."
"I'll extend my loan for another three years..."
"If I have any money left over after I finish building the flying plane, I will buy one for each of you."
Why can't we buy it first?
"That's embezzlement," Weasley said seriously. " The Weasley family law doesn't allow embezzlement; that's a new clause I added."
"..."
"Where's Scabbers?" Harry suddenly asked.
"It looks like it's in one of the chip cans." George walked to the window and knocked on each of the chip cans on the windowsill. When he knocked on the third one, a dark brown mouse popped its head out of the chip can.
"It came to our house as a big rat," George sighed. "I never imagined that after raising Percy, it would also raise Ron."
"Hey!" Percy, who had been watching with his arms crossed, couldn't help but speak up to stop them.
"Hopefully Scabbers won't live that long," Fred sighed, "Otherwise Ron will pass it on to his children."
Remembering Director Lorne's instructions, Harry poured Scabbers from the chip can into his own hands. Scabbers ' short fur was smooth and shiny, indicating that it could take good care of itself.
Scabbers was still asleep, its slender body moving back and forth in Harry's hands.
Harry suddenly asked, "Does Ron give Scabbers a bath?"
"I gave it a bath yesterday, and it was purring all the while." Ron returned to the room, panting.
"That's good." Harry sighed, then scooped up Scabbers and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.
Ron asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"
" Director Lorne said there aren't any domesticated rats among the Suitcase Beasts. He plans to write down in detail the rat's habits and feel, and he even specifically told me to kiss one to try it out," Harry replied. He didn't know why he had to kiss it, but Director Lorne must have his reasons for saying that.
" Scabbers likes me." Ron was not to be outdone, as if proving that Scabbers liked him would allow him to work at the Magic Mobile Phone Shop as well. He picked up Scabbers's little paw and kissed it on the forehead, neck, and belly.
"It seems we've stumbled into a cult, George."
"Perhaps Little Ronnie is a cat in disguise?"
"..."
Before leaving, Harry received a pharaoh-shaped helmet from Ginny, which she had bought in Egypt. Ginny said he could wear it as protective gear during Quidditch Match to avoid getting injured.
Harry was touched, but he knew he'd need eyes that could see every corner of the field to catch the Golden Snitch, and he figured the helmet wouldn't fit on the Quidditch Pitch.
"You might be able to use it when you're using Floo Powder," Lorne joked, "So your glasses won't break every time you come out of the fireplace."