When Harry woke up in the morning, he thought he had traveled into Wizard Legend.
He stood up groggily and found that his luggage had already been organized into various places, and even Hedwig was standing on the coat rack quietly watching him.
" Hedwig, why didn't you wake me up!" Harry teased Hedwig as he moved closer to her.
Hedwig turned away, leaving Harry with only her back to her.
Harry changed his clothes and stepped out of the room, only to be met with the clamor of the store.
Curious, he walked forward, passed through the stairwell, and went straight to the left side of the second floor. Most of the rooms on both sides of the corridor had transparent glass doors, and Harry could see the neatly arranged arcade machines inside at a glance. The walls were covered with colorful posters of Street Wizard Fighter and Wizard Legend, and he knew those classic images like the back of his hand, able to name each one off the top of his head.
Looking down towards the source of the noise, Harry saw it coming from the lobby below. Leaning against the stairwell, his gaze passed over the railing— Quirrell was sitting behind the counter, a gentle smile on his face, calmly nodding to the passing customers.
Almost every arcade machine was surrounded by three or four people, their cheers and game sound effects creating a lively atmosphere.
I don't know who grew it, but the ivy hangs down naturally from the ceiling, preserving a vibrant life in the noisy world.
Lorne appeared behind him at some point and introduced, " Sains said that because people have a hostility towards plants, he bought an ivy plant and planted it in the shop, hoping to let customers experience the beauty of greenery."
Harry's eyes lit up. "Master, what can I do? I'd like to help too."
Lorne patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, no rush, I've already arranged a job for you."
Strictly speaking, there is no boss's office in the Magic Mobile Phone Shop, and Lorne doesn't need a place to work. He set up the largest room as a tea room, where anyone who wants to relax can come and have a cup of tea or discuss matters.
Of course, Lorne spent the most time there, and both Quirrell and Sains assumed it was Lorne's office.
Dobby is among them at this moment.
Lorne led Harry in. " Dobby, how far have you gotten from the three books I gave you?"
Dobby nervously tapped his fingers. " Dobby has only learned a little..."
"It's alright, Harry will be your teacher from now on." Lorne nudged Harry forward.
"What, teacher?" Harry exclaimed in shock at being entrusted with such a task. "But I know nothing."
"You will," Lorne said confidently. "Didn't you use a lot of new and interesting words at school this year to rebel against Professor Snape or to badmouth him? Just teach those to Dobby, and explain your thinking to Dobby at it."
Harry asked incredulously, "Who told you that?"
Lorne replied matter-of-factly, "Guess."
Without even guessing, Harry blurted out, "It's Hagrid."
Lorne nodded.
Hagrid told him that Harry had become very tough this year, even daring to make witty remarks in front of Snape.
For example, when Snape belittled Harry for not calling him "Professor," Harry said, "I don't think the Gryffindor are stupid enough to forget how to address me—Professor."
Harry replied cheekily, "Okay, but you don't have to call me professor."
Perhaps because the first semester's familiarization period was over, Harry began to reveal his sharp tongue and humorous nature in the second semester, even rivaling the Weasley Twins in some ways, sometimes leaving even Ron speechless.
He nicknamed Snape " Breaking Bad," alluding to the strange smell he emitted when concocting Potions.
Of course, that's not all. When Snape started pressuring Neville, Harry called him " Drum Kit " because of the rhythmic emphasis in his speech; when he started giving Slytherin points, Harry called him " One-Eyed Troll " because legend says One-Eyed Troll are foolish enough to hit their left hand with their right...
When Harry saw the three books in Dobby's hands, he understood what Director Lorne wanted him to teach—speaking, learning, teasing, and singing.
He does have some insights.
After settling the two little ones in, Lorne finally had some time to update the game properly.
The game's updates in the first half of the year mostly relied on existing content. Firenze delivered new character illustrations every month, Sains adjusted stats and events, and Lorne didn't require much effort; the game continued with routine maintenance and updates as usual.
Even so, the Galleon Quirrell earned from selling redemption codes were more than five times the profits from the arcade machines in the store.
Lorne sometimes couldn't help but sigh, thankfully these wizards hadn't eaten anything good. If he were playing a game that had only maintained daily updates for over six months, without any major version updates, large-scale events or holiday events, or any collaborations with any IPs, he would run away without a second thought, because the game's development team would definitely have disappeared.
Lorne decided to push the plot forward properly and add as many gameplay elements as possible.
For example, the Merchant Simulation, who made a brief appearance in the "Test Your Second Academy" event, could also be added to Wizard Legend as a small game with modest rewards for everyone's entertainment.
In addition, almost every mini-program in later generations has built-in mini-games such as fishing, cooking, playing cards, and playing chess, which can all be added.
Lorne called over Sains to discuss the specific reward amounts. He would write down each agreed-upon reward in his notebook so that Firenze could work on the interface.
"As a daily mini-game to maintain online time, I don't think the rewards need to be that much," Sains, having been a shill for so long, started with nothing but provocative remarks. "We need to make hardcore players feel that there's something to gain over time, while also making whales feel that the rewards are insignificant. Only in this way can we achieve simultaneous growth in online time and game revenue."
Lorne suddenly felt that Sains should be given a different position; the kid was getting too used to numbers and the tone of a shill.
He'd just overheard Sains commenting that his outfit today was "utterly terrible," a complete disaster. Seriously, he wasn't even going downstairs to greet guests; what was wrong with wearing red and green pajamas?
"I'll take care of the game updates," Lorne advised, pursing his lips. "I'll give you a week off so you can relax and clear your head. You can also help me think about the direction for the next game on Magic Mobile Phone."
Sains's mind was filled with Lorne's strange words. "Paid?"
Lorne laughed in exasperation, "I paid Harry for his summer job, why would I shortchange you? Go home and spend time with your family, stop glued to your Magic Mobile Phone all day."
Sains was overjoyed inside, but he didn't show it on his face. His eyes darted around and he said, "Can I take a Magic Mobile Phone with me? The price can be deducted from my salary."
Lorne thought for a moment and realized the warehouse inventory was still quite sufficient, but he pretended to be reluctantly parting with it and waved his hand, saying, "Here you go, take it. Make sure you work hard when you get back."
Sains then beamed with joy. "Thank you, boss!"
Now he has an extra Magic Mobile Phone to give to his mother, and the two can send messages every day to ease their longing for each other.