Hogwarts pet owl

A dialog box stands out from the dense student family information.

The light bloomed in the dim office,

It's just that it appears on top of an owl's head, which is somewhat funny.

[Professor McGonagall, this is actually an idea I just came up with tonight. I want to provide Hogwarts with a new way to make money and earn some pocket money for myself. 】

Professor McGonagall waved her wand casually, returning the parchment on Errol's forehead to its feathery shape. She completely ignored Errol's sad eyes, and then gently smoothed the unruly hair.

"A way to make money?"

Professor McGonagall placed Miss Owl on her desk, then sat down elegantly, face to face with Errol,

"Tell me more carefully?"

Errol fluttered her feathers and a dialog box popped up.

[On average, the house elves in our castle only work three hours a day, which is a huge waste of resources. If we could get them to provide elf services to families who don't have house elves, then we could have extra income. 】

[Assuming that a house elf is paid 1 silver Sickle for one hour of work and works for five hours, then he can generate five Silver Sickles of income, and we have one hundred and forty-seven at Hogwarts. A house elf can theoretically produce up to 735 silver Sickles in a day, which is almost forty-three gold Galleons! 】

[I plan to use 20% of this money to improve the lives of house elves. After deducting these, I still have a daily income of nearly 35 Galleons. This works out to more than a thousand gold galleons a month! 】

The more Errol spoke, the more excited she became, and the light of the words in the dialog box became stronger and stronger.

"Okay, Errol, control your emotions, your luminous characters will blind my eyes."

Professor McGonagall thought for a while,

"If I hadn't found you sneaking into my office today, would you have planned to keep all the money for yourself?"

Errol's eyes widened,

After being caught and exposed, I had nothing to argue with. Fortunately, I was a "simple-thinking" owl. Taking advantage of my status, I could pretend to be stupid.

【No! I definitely don't think so! Am I that kind of owl? 】

Professor McGonagall looked at Errol, whose feathers were folded and her big face had shrunk twice, and couldn't help but smile:

"Since you don't have that idea, why did you sneak in in the middle of the night? You can come to me directly tomorrow morning."

[Shouldn’t we act immediately when we find a business opportunity? I was afraid that it would hinder your rest, so I quietly came to collect the wizard family information. 】

"But this is against the rules."

[It’s strange, why should we follow rules when we can obviously act immediately? Humans are so weird! 】

"Arrol, you have lived with the Weasley family for ten years. Don't you still follow the rules?"

【I do not remember. I only became so smart after the Magic Riots. Besides, who wants to recall the memories of when I was a fool? 】

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. She couldn't tell for a moment whether Errol really didn't know the rules or was trying to get away with it.

After a while, she said:

"Okay, this is the first time, and I hope it will be the last time. If you have anything to do in the future, remember to say hello to the professor first. You can only do it if the professor allows you to do it."

【All right. 】

I was so happy that I got over it!

No more punishment! Snape's so-called confinement was actually teaching him how to brew potions, but Professor McGonagall's confinement was real confinement! The kind that needs to be wiped out in the trophy room!

Professor McGonagall seemed to be talking to Errol, but in fact it was more like talking to herself.

"I think what you said is okay. Hogwarts' expenditure has indeed been a bit high in recent years. In order to sponsor the school, Albus had to compromise with the school directors on many things..."

Professor McGonagall almost thought she was crazy because she was actually talking to an owl about the school's income!

What makes her even more crazy is that her heart tells her that there is a high probability that Errol can accomplish this!

"You can feel free to do this. In the name of Hogwarts, of course, you won't be allowed to do it in vain. According to what you said, the school will leave you some pocket money - I think it will be 5% of the profit. , enough for you to live comfortably."

Errol's heart twitched.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

5%?

This is almost like changing from a boss to a wage earner in an instant!

Professor McGonagall, doesn't your conscience hurt when you exploit an eleven-year-old owl like this?

[No, Professor McGonagall. I want to make money not for myself! Where can I spend my money on an owl? Mom Molly is so miserable! The family is too poor, and Brother Ron eats too much! I just wondered if I could help relieve some of her stress! 】

[Professor, 5% is too little! 】

It seems that because Erole is in a low mood, the brightness of the flashing words is getting lower and lower.

But in Minerva McGonagall's eyes, these words shined brighter than all the previous words.

"Oh, my good boy."

Professor McGonagall picked up Errol,

What bad intentions could a little Gryffindor owl have?

The real reason why she did what she did today is heartwarming!

Sure enough, the children from the Weasley family are all good children - well, even the twins.

"I understand, Errol, I'll give you 15%,"

Mag waved his hand to erase the dialog box that was about to display new text, and touched Errol's head.

"No more, Errol. House elves are the property of Hogwarts, and all income generated by house elves theoretically belongs to the school."

Ai Luoer said nothing, she was very satisfied if she could get 15%.

I sighed in my heart, how wonderful it would be if I wasn't discovered...

Well, it must be that today's drunkenness has not completely subsided. She is overthinking. How could such a big thing not be discovered by the school?

Getting 15% now is the best result.

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Alastor Moody heard the ringing of an owl's bell in the yard dropping letters into the mailbox,

He muttered, grabbed a handful of owl snacks from the oil-stained table, and limped to the door of the yard.

He first added snacks to the owl snack box on the top of the mailbox, and then took out the half-stuffed letter - you can't expect an owl to complete a particularly precise operation, unless there is a person hidden in the owl. soul.

"Dear Mr. Alastor Moody:

I am Errol Weasley, the president of the Hogwarts Housekeeping Service, and we can provide you with house elf housekeeping services;

Whether it's cleaning, washing clothes, tidying up the yard, cooking, hosting banquets, or taking care of the elderly, our house elves at Hogwarts Housekeeping Service can give you the perfect experience!

Now is the service promotion period. The original service fee for each house elf was 3 Silver Sickles/hour, but now it is only 1 Silver Sickles/hour. The promotion will last until June next year.

If you need it, just send a letter to Mr. Frogby at Hogwarts.

wish you a happy life!

sincerely yours,

Errol Weasley. "

Moody scratched his messy hair and read the letter over and over again.

"Is there a Weasley named Errol?"

"But the seal on this letter is real - it's Minerva's vice-principal's seal..."

"A Silver Sickle?"

“The price is not expensive,”

Moody looked at his messy yard.

"Well, you can give it a try."

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Williamson returned home exhausted and opened the letter he had just taken out of the mailbox.

"Hogwarts Housekeeping Society?"

Williamson was a little moved,

"One Yin Xi Ke is acceptable, but it will increase to three Yin Xi Ke in June next year..."

The old woman's call came from the back room:

"Is Williamson back?"

Williamson responded loudly:

"Yes, Mom, I'm back!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, kid, I pulled myself on the bed again..."

"No, Mom, you don't have to apologize, I failed to take care of you!"

Williamson rushed inside.

Work was annoying, but his paralyzed old mother at home actually took more of his energy.

Waving his wand to clean the sheets, Williamson felt a little dazed.

"Doesn't it seem that an hour of house elf service from 3 Silvers is unacceptable?"

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Lucius Malfoy flipped through the books in front of him irritably.

Arthur Weasley has been biting him lately! There was only one search for dark magic items last time, and now a new round of searches is about to begin!

"Master! It's me!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Dobby the house elf walked in timidly.

He has been too busy recently. He has to take care of the housework in the entire manor and also find a way to get Harry Potter to leave Hogwarts. The hair on his head, which was already thin, is even less now.

"Master, here is your letter."

Lucius Malfoy grabbed the letter and waved his hand impatiently,

Dobby quickly bowed and retreated.

"Hogwarts Housekeeping Society?"

"Tch, Minerva McGonagall, do you want to reduce the school director's influence on the school in this way?"

After reading the letter, he crumpled it into a ball and prepared to throw it into the trash can——

Just when the paper ball was about to leave his hand, he took it back.

Reopening the letter, he tilted his head slightly.

"Have a party?"

"If a large number of house elves can serve the banquet, it would be a great thing to add to the glory of the family..."

He placed the crumpled letter paper on the table and wrote a line of words on a blank piece of paper with a quill:

"The party, the house elves, Frabbi Hogwarts."

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These days, countless wizarding families have received letters from the Hogwarts Housekeeping Service. Regardless of how they view this matter and whether they are interested in this brand new service,

At least they all recognized the house elves' professional abilities in housework.

Soon, Flabby was busy.