At the start of Christmas, the Magic Mobile Phone Official Flagship Store finally opened for full sales of Magic Mobile Phone.
Prior to this, aside from the one hundred units released for sale each month, the entire Wizarding World had no other way to obtain them. According to rumors, a second-hand Magic Mobile Phone could sell for hundreds of Galleon on the black market, and even some business tycoons used the Cuckoo Messaging on Magic Mobile Phone to communicate with their downlines.
Quirrell is a competent store manager; he is responsible for almost everything from promotion and preparation to inventory.
Because of magic, the quality of labor in the Wizarding World is extremely high, as evidenced by Quirrell's work efficiency.
In contrast, wizards have very low material desires and a strong urge to buy things. After all, even a poor Weasley family can use magic to automatically wash dishes and knit sweaters. What truly drives the Wizarding World crazy are spiritual needs and magical items.
The Magic Mobile Phone, on the other hand, is a magical tool that caters to spiritual needs.
Of course, Quirrell wouldn't overstep his bounds. He consulted Lorne about the overall strategy and process for the launch, but Lorne didn't say anything and just told Quirrell to go ahead and do it.
In fact, Lorne could deduce from the real-time online user counts of the various apps on Magic Mobile Phone that even if Quirrell was poorly managed, it wouldn't affect Magic Mobile Phone's sales at all.
A good product is what truly matters.
Over the course of several months, Lorne accumulated a stockpile of Magic Mobile Phone totaling four figures. While this was still far from sufficient for the entire Wizarding World, it was not even enough to cover Diagon Alley and the surrounding area.
But the "full launch" gimmick still needs to be there. Lorne isn't worried about his phone being completely looted; he's only worried about not having enough people from the Wizarding World.
When supply falls short of demand, it's always the merchants who benefit. Lorne has been falsely accused of using scarcity marketing for so long; he'd feel he'd be letting himself down if he didn't launch a real scarcity marketing campaign.
The Christmas holiday is the longest after summer vacation. Hogwarts students leave school to reunite with their families. Lorne is also summoned to the Headmaster's Office by Dumbledore at this time.
He ran into Harry at the door of the Headmaster's Office.
" Harry?" Lorne asked, puzzled. "What are you doing here? Don't you have any other plans for Christmas?"
Harry lowered his head in frustration. "This is the third time this semester I've been caught wandering around at night. Professor McGonagall said she'll have Professor Dumbledore put me in solitary confinement himself."
"Oh?" Lorne asked curiously, "Why did you ignore the school rules and Professor McGonagall's warnings and keep wandering around Hogwarts at night?"
"I just want to investigate who the heir to the Chamber of Secrets is. My classmates' suspicions are making me very uncomfortable."
Actually, the reason wasn't that simple. Every time Harry went out, it was because he heard strange noises, like a wad of cotton wool that couldn't be broken free, constantly shouting words like "kill" and "come here" in his mind.
Ron and Hermione told him that even in the Wizarding World, being able to hear things that others can't isn't a good thing, so he didn't dare tell any professors.
Lorne said "Okay" and then ignored him. He stood at the door of the Headmaster's Office and clearly recited the command Dumbledore had given him, " Sherbet Lemon."
Lorne was speechless at Dumbledore's little quirk. When Harry recited the command in front of him, it always gave him the absurd feeling of singing Mixue Ice Cream at a rally.
"You've come," Dumbledore, looking up from his work at his desk. "It's a rare treat that the three of us homeless people can be together for Christmas."
Lorne and Harry were speechless; they really wanted to ask, "Professor, are you being polite?"
Dumbledore, seemingly unconcerned about his slip of the tongue, said, " Harry, Minerva explained your situation to me, and given your repeated nighttime outings, I must ask if there's anything you haven't told me about the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir."
Harry was about to say no when Director Lorne slapped him hard on the shoulder.
With a sharp look in his Director Lorne, Harry suddenly remembered Ginny, who had been caught red-handed.
"Yes, Professor," Harry pursed his lips, as if preparing himself, "I always hear voices that no one else can hear. They tell me in my ear, 'Come here, come to me,' or 'Kill them all.' Every time I go out, it's to find the source of the voices. I think it's the Heir of Slytherin trying to frame me."
Lorne chimed in, "Any success?"
"Not yet. I currently suspect Malfoy; he's an absolute Pure-blood and looks down on Muggle. He's the most qualified to be Heir of Slytherin."
Lorne's expression turned serious. He stared at Harry for three seconds, then shook his head. "Perhaps Draco also thinks you're the heir. You two are truly an unlikely pair."
Dumbledore stroked his beard upon hearing this. "There's a reason for this, Harry, so I won't punish you too much for the first three times, but if I find you out without permission again this semester, I might have to expel you."
Harry was taken aback by the severity of the punishment, and to make matters worse, Director Lorne added fuel to the fire, "Make him write a guarantee, Professor, and we can talk to him alone."
Harry was on the verge of tears. He was ordered to carry a chair downstairs to write a guarantee of no less than three hundred words, and Professor Dumbledore seemed to have cast an " Muffliato " spell on him, so he couldn't hear a word he was saying.
Lorne sat down as if they were old friends. He first took out his research report on Lockhart, the results of his handling of the situation, and the student feedback, and told Dumbledore how he had persuaded the unreliable Professor Lockhart to teach seriously and receive unanimous praise by appealing to his emotions and reasoning with him.
"You're a great contributor," Dumbledore said with a smile.
Dumbledore kept staring at Lorne, Lorne had almost forgotten what he was supposed to report. He wondered if Dumbledore wanted him to comment on the harsh words he had just said to Harry?
Dumbledore expelled Harry Potter? Don't be ridiculous, Dumbledore wanted to give him his entire inheritance.
"Is there something you need, Professor?" Lorne couldn't stand the old man's expectant gaze any longer. He couldn't understand what this rascal who had set his password to " Sherbet Lemon " was thinking, so he simply asked directly.
"If I entrusted you with all the school's purchasing tasks, including buying food and Potions ingredients, would you take on the responsibility and prepare a Christmas gift for every professor? I think a Magic Mobile Phone would be perfect."
Lorne: "..."
So they've got their eyes on his business.
However, if I can become a logistics officer, the food problem with the Centaur will probably be easier to solve.
Lorne immediately agreed, "Professor, you flatter me. I was just about to give each professor one, since it contains learning software, and I'd like to ask you professors to review it."
Dumbledore nodded, then suddenly changed the subject. " Lorne, what's your birthday?"
Lorne himself didn't know, so he could only reply, "It's not my birthday, Professor."
"It's quite necessary to celebrate the moment of one's own arrival," Dumbledore said, offering Lorne a cup of honey tea as usual. "If you don't know, let's do it today, on the same day as Christmas, so I won't forget."
"And we can prepare one less gift." Lorne smiled wryly, wondering what Dumbledore meant by saying this.
Suddenly Dumbledore picked up his teacup, gave him a meaningful smile, and said, "Happy twenty-third birthday, Lorne."
Lorne touched his teacup, but his brows furrowed.
Twenty-three years old? Aren't I only twenty-two?