[HP] So you are such Anita

Since Christmas, news about the evil spirit Muller has poured out one after another like earthworms after the rain, and everything has confirmed that Anita's guess is not wrong.

That guy Tom always slaps everyone in the face with reality when people think he's going to turn himself around.

But she doesn't seem qualified to say such a thing.

She went back that day and thought all night, if she knew that the incident in Saxon was to tell her the location, and the silver key was the key to find the ghost Muller, would she have gone to him.

She thought she would.

At that time, Faol and Muller had conceived a method for a long time to save the wizarding world and avoid the disappearance of magic, and she was a wizard, no matter what the result would be, she would try it.

She is not unforgiving of the world, nor is she unforgiving of Muggles, she just wants wizards to exist and magic to exist, that's all.

This has nothing to do with morals and principles, it's just a position that has existed since birth.

Perhaps it was this position that destined the world to always be ravaged by war, just like it is now.

Maybe she should thank Tom, although she will do it, but that doesn't mean she won't feel pain about it, this difficult decision is not hers to make in the end, and she has a lot less burden for it.

But she also knew Tom wouldn't mind her thanking her, and she wouldn't really say thank you to him.

She knew very well that Tom did this only to gain the initiative in the war, and this power once belonged to her.

"Anita, look at this blanket." Claudio took down the improved version of the flying carpet from the display stand of the Auerbach Chamber of Commerce.

This corner of the Auerbach Chamber of Commerce was a sales area for blankets, draped on an orange wall on taller pole racks, to look like ordinary Muggle blankets.

However, when Claudio took down a yellow, white and blue flying carpet with his magic wand, the blankets that had been hanging obediently on the pole rack began to whisper to each other and poked out their tassels curiously.

The blanket that Claudio showed Anita belonged to the category of flying carpet, which is a common means of transportation for wizards in Arab countries. However, given its great reputation among Muggles, Claudio judged that it would sell well in the future. good.

The improved version of the flying carpet that Claudio showed her can be driven without the user needing to use magic. When it flies, its soft felt will stick the user to the carpet tightly, even if the flying carpet Perform twelve 360-degree flips in the air without causing the user to fall.

As for how the user controls the flying carpet to go to their destination, it is even simpler. The user only needs to tell the flying carpet where they want to go. It is a more foolish operation than a fool.

Generally speaking, the flying carpet will execute according to the user's words, um, generally.After all, each flying carpet has a different temperament, and we cannot expect everyone to be so obedient. Of course, this is also a defect of this product.

The flying carpet that Anita was touching was a flying carpet with a certain personality. It didn't like being touched very much, and all its felt fur stood up, like a wild cat about to go mad.

"Or we can set up a flying carpet academy. Only the flying carpets that pass the academy exam can get a certificate, or serve a master, or serve the traffic department, and the flying carpets that don't get the certificate will be returned to the furnace for recasting." Ke Claudio looked at Anita's slightly furrowed brow and offered a solution to the problem.

As soon as he heard the word "remelting and recasting", the fried carpet immediately became docile, and it even took the initiative to shove under Anita's hands, and only made a few meows pretending to be obedient.

"Good idea. Other products with simple self-awareness can also be screened in this way. Auerbach's products must be high-quality products." Anita nodded towards Claudio with satisfaction, "By the way, Wei How about the invention of the Rice Brothers, I heard that it is already listed in the catalog of the chamber of commerce?"

As soon as the Veles brothers were mentioned, Claudio's eyes began to sparkle, "They are really powerful. Inventive wizards are rare, and they are the best among them. I personally like the anti-spell hats the most, although now The spells that are defended are still relatively rudimentary, but if you study them for a while, even adult wizards will definitely buy them."

"How could my vision be wrong?" Anita had completely forgotten at this time that she invested in the Veles Brothers in the first place because of Doris' face.

Just when Claudio wanted to take Anita to see the wooden nose that would grow longer if he told a lie, a yellow owl flew in and landed on top of Anita's head.

It has the Hogwarts mark on it, probably the Hogwarts seventh-year admission letter.

Anita didn't want to continue her courses at Hogwarts. She had already passed twelve NEWTs courses and the apparition assessment at the end of last semester. There was nothing else worthy of her going to seventh grade. It's not Doris, the guy who is too busy to panic and sleeps in Gringotts every day. This year is enough for her to do a lot.

Although Claudio has already dealt with the internal affairs of the Auerbach Chamber of Commerce due to Wollrich's death, the strike of magic craftsmen caused by Heinrich's disappearance still needs to be resolved. Claudio is clearly out of skills, so she should solve those problems.

Anita opened the small box on the owl's neck in front of Claudio, and took out the shrunken letter from it. There was no Hogwarts pattern on it, and it might not be the admission letter.

The letter returned to its normal size in Anita's hands, with Dumbledore's handwriting on it. He invited Anita to meet in Diagon Alley at two o'clock this afternoon, and he had a good thing to tell her.

It's really rare, Dumbledore's personal invitation, Anita closed the letter and looked at Claudio, "Dior, I have to go to Diagon Alley, and I will come back tomorrow to see the new products of the Auerbach Chamber of Commerce with you."

Claudio nodded, hesitant to speak.

"I know that I will not interfere with the affairs of the evil spirit. Since he has appeared, then follow the plan, otherwise the sacrifices made by everyone will be worthless, I know," Anita showed helplessness to Claudio Smile, "Don't worry about me, I won't be emotional."

Anita gracefully disappeared from the fireplace of the Auerbach Chamber of Commerce, and when she reappeared, she was squeezed into a corner by the crowd before she could dust herself off.

The Veles brothers were doing well, and their popularity was booming.Anita found that she could still walk if it wasn't around the shelves, and the reason she was pushed out as soon as she hit the ground was because Veles put a bright pink product in front of the fireplace, where the crazy crowd Witch, Anita guesses it's either a beauty product or an emotional product.

"Our dear boss," George's voice came from the candy-colored railing, with fiery red hair and fiery red robes, it was hard not to notice, "Would you like some love potion, superlative."

Obviously, the busyness of the joke shop forced the inseparable Veles brothers to separate.

Just as Anita was thinking this way, she put a hand on her shoulder, "George, why does the boss need a love potion? I think the curse-proof robe is in line with the boss's preferences. The latest upgrade of the curse-proof hat, The Ministry of Magic has ordered five hundred."

Looking at Fred, who was laughing and laughing beside her, Anita frowned, "The new Minister of Magic will take over the affairs of the Ministry of Magic with Fudge in a month, so Fudge is still in charge of the Ministry of Magic now, have you given him a good look?" A penny stick?"

George and Frey said in unison, "Of course, that's Fudge."

"That's good," Anita nodded with satisfaction, "Go ahead."

"We're not busy," said George, jumping off the railing.

"Look," Fred pointed to a few wizards in uniform red robes walking around, "We have hired a lot of staff, and George and I are only responsible for development."

"Okay, then I'm very busy." Anita looked at the cuckoo flying around in the store. It was flying and telling the time. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. "I need to find someone."

George and Fred glanced at each other playfully, "Maybe we know who you're looking for," George shook his head.

And Fried pointed to a corner of the joke shop blocked by colorful cardboard boxes. "There he is."

Anita dubiously walked towards the place Fred pointed out, and sure enough, she saw a silver-haired old man in a violet robe squatting on the ground poking a large pile of pink or purple fluffy balls in the cage. Under the iconic half-moon glasses, the eyes are crooked with a smile.

"Professor Dumbledore," Anita stepped forward and squatted down with him, those fluffy balls were scurrying around in the cage and screaming harshly, looking like a miniature version of the plush.

"Oh, Anita is on time," Dumbledore was still squatting on the ground, "We have to go to Devonshire to visit an old friend later."

Anita squatted next to Dumbledore, deeply debating whether to tell Dumbledore that she was busy and didn't have time to travel around with him.

"Don't worry, kid." Dumbledore put a pink pompom on his hand and watched it carefully, "You will be happy to see that old guy, new things in the wizarding world always appear very fast recently, you Look at this pygmy puff, George and Fred told me they only took a month to grow. But a few decades ago, I had a student of magical creatures who, in order to breed a smaller version of the puff, It took five years to go to New York to find the smallest Appaloosa Poodle at that time, but it still failed.”

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, "I have to give him a dwarf puff," Dumbledore handed the pink dwarf puff to a passing red-robed clerk, "send it to Mr. Tree, Mr Scamander."

Anita probably knew who the student Dumbledore was talking about was. She looked helplessly at Dumbledore's child-like behavior, and imagined what the author of their textbook on protection of magical creatures would look like when he saw this pygmy queen.

It's probably going to be fun.