Chapter 608 Welcome (please give me a monthly ticket)

After separating from Harry, Felix and Winnie stood at the intersection waiting for a taxi.

"Is the wand useful?"

"It's good," Winnie nodded, "Although there are various restrictions - when I went to register, the people who prohibited the abuse of magic told me a lot, and asked me to fill in my home address, warned me not to commit any illegal acts, and the traces on the wand would last for a while..."

"But in general," she took a light breath, tiptoed and said, "It feels great."

"Those people are not targeting you," Felix said casually comfortingly: "Well, although you have indeed increased their workload objectively, complaining is inevitable..." He joked. "But to be fair, you are still newcomers in the magic world, similar to those young wizards who are just starting to school, and need necessary attention and guidance. Once you get familiar with it, all these restrictions will disappear."

He waved, and a taxi drove towards them from a distance with a turn signal.

"Oh, by the way, I seem to have seen it last time. Is this the symbol of a certain band?" Felix glanced at Winnie, with a black and white key-shaped badge on her chest.

"You said this?" Winnie excitedly pinched the badge and showed it to him.

She said in a show-off tone: "This is a souvenir of the concert, François Crutoi, have you heard of this name? He is very famous among Muggles! He is known as the piano poet after Chopin. His music is delicate and beautiful, sad but not hurt, and is extremely imaginative. His most legendary experience is that the wound on his hands cannot be healed, but it was cured strangely overnight..."

Felix stood there in a daze.

"... Although this matter was talked about, François never responded positively. Many people speculated that the injury on his hand might be related to mental stress. If he figured it out, it would be better. And after experiencing the trough, he burst into inspiration and created songs such as "Angelo of Worry" and "Goddess of Magic". He recently had a concert, and my friends and I bought tickets at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden."

"It sounds good." Felix said thoughtfully, "Maybe I can take time to see..."

A little cold courtyard appeared in his mind. As the only audience, Felix enjoyed a unique piano performance, but he did not expect that the stupid young man had such a great reputation... Felix hoped that when he met again, the amazing purity of his piano sound did not change.

After sending Winnie to the taxi, Felix spent some time at Sword Castle.

As the Weasley twins graduated from school, they took back the ownership of the dividends and sound transmission mirrors and curse series products in recent years, and immediately couldn't wait to start the implementation of their own business territory. From Penelo, Felix learned that the two had opened three branches. However, due to the limited personnel, they did not completely separate them from the "Future World". The two companies still maintain cooperative relationships in multiple projects.

"What are you talking about cooperation?"

"In addition to the upgrade of the existing product functions, there is also - well - OEM. They alone cannot produce two thousand sets of Black Demon Scared Box Sets within a week." Penelo said half-complainted and half-pride, "Only we can do it in the entire magic world!"

"Oh, oh," Felix made an admiring voice, "After listening to what you said, I found myself missing some details. Can you give me a tip, Miss Crivat, should I give Dobby a salary increase?"

Penelo showed a strange expression.

"I can't find any excuse to stop it, sir. He did a great job—in fact, the number of house elves in the company has exceeded that of the Hogwarts kitchen, and Mr. Lupin once had a headache about how to place them, you know, their work enthusiasm is so high."

Felix imagined the scene of Remus scratching his head and smiled unkindly, "Then how did you solve it? Oh, OEM-"

"That's just a part. We held several meetings to discuss how to place them. Mr. Lupin thought of the assembly line concept you mentioned to him, so all our employees spent two days breaking down the production steps of existing products and handing them all over the house elves to complete."

Felix was quite satisfied with this and sat in the chair and turned around.

"What about their treatment?"

"Strictly follow the "Guidelines for the Rights of House Elfs" designated by the Ministry of Magic."

"Uh-Is this some kind of law, I don't seem to have heard of it at all?"

Penelo sighed: "The Ministry of Magic has formulated a series of regulations on the treatment of domestic elves very early, and it has existed for many years, but they have never been strictly implemented..."

It turned out to be a decoration.

Felix understood it. Many wizard families, such as the Malfoy family and the Black family before Sirius, abused the domestic elves at home. Due to the absolute obedience of the domestic elves, the Ministry of Magic could not investigate anything, or whether they had investigated it is questionable.

"By the way, there is one more thing!" Penelo suddenly said: "The house elves have always hoped to swear allegiance to you-"

"What did you say?" Felix stood up.

"It is the kind of loyalty of the servant to the master." Penelo looked at him secretly. "There are many elves who were driven out by their masters, or were driven out of the previous generation. In short, they had a very upset life before. Dobby found them and preached them your generosity and kindness...the house elves were looking forward to this day."

"Um."

Felix lowered his head and pondered.

After a while, he raised his head, "Sign up a contract with them - but don't use my name, in the name of the "Future World" company. Also, I need you to do something from now on-" Penelo listened with a serious expression and took out a small notebook to record. "-Recruiting some humanoid creatures as employees, werewolf, vampire, horseman, mermaid, veva, giant and goblin. You know what I mean, those who are wise and able to communicate with people... We can even try recruiting some mixed races first without getting it done in one step."

"You are for…?" Penelo asked with a breath.

"Don't you find it fun to bring them together?"

Felix smiled, but Penelo didn't feel the sense of humor at all. He sighed and muttered to himself: Oh, poor Percy... They won't keep talking about work together, right?

"Well, I do have enough reason - as the company continues to expand, we need to open up new product sales channels, and these mixed races, especially those with wizards, can become guides."

His real purpose is far more than this, such as laying the foundation for the Pan-Magic Alliance in advance... From the current perspective, this is not very effective, and it is even a bit thankless. But if one day the magic world is forced to make it public, Felix hopes that the entire magic world will have and only one voice.

He didn't say in detail, the above reasons were enough to convince Penelo, and she nodded.

"This matter will be very troublesome to operate. Many of them have hatred for each other. What's worse is that most of them don't have any good feelings for the wizards, so there is no need to worry about it. It's a long-term mission... I will discuss with Ms. Borns, it's best to second a few people from the Magic Biological Management and Control Department."

Felix said and sorted out his thoughts. With Voldemort's fall, it was time to find an opportunity for the Ministry of Magic to take over their responsibilities.

What is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic?

The most important thing in formulating laws and managing the entire wizarding world is to hide the magical world from the Muggle world. But if exposure cannot be avoided, they have the responsibility to study relevant plans and risks and make sufficient preparations.

As the operation to capture the black wizard came to an end, the Ministry of Magic's next move was to judge, award medals, and what about then? If there were no Felix, peace would naturally be restored and everyone would live their own lives behind closed doors.

From this point of view, the entire wizard group is a lazy and has no sense of crisis.

No wonder.

Trapped by the limitations of people and the great convenience of magic, wizards cannot establish a huge and meticulous political, economic, cultural and legal system like the real world - it requires a huge amount of manpower to maintain the operation of this system.

The pace of life in the wizard world has always been very slow, so slow that many systems and customs will not change easily for hundreds of years. In essence, the wizard world is accomplished by people - visionary and outstanding wizards stand up to promote social progress.

If you look at this issue from a higher level:

Every decade or decade, several outstanding wizards will be born. They are radiant in their respective research fields and have a transcendent status. Therefore, they can easily push a certain aspect of the wizard society forward by relying on their own strength. Not only is it limited to the system, but also like potions, curses, and new theories...

Chocolate frog character cards are a concentrated reflection of this phenomenon.

"Let's go and see the army of house elves." Felix said briskly.

They came to the third floor, where nearly one-third of the places belonged to domestic elves. After opening a slightly smaller door, the scene of labor was coming to their faces. More than a hundred domestic elves sat around a huge and short workbench, which looked like a first-level high-point stairs or a rectangular ring.

They sat in small chairs, neatly placed various semi-finished materials in front of them.

The house elves moved in an orderly manner, stretching out their slender fingers to point at a cut-out wrapping paper. The wrapping paper was dazzlingly folded, and after a few seconds it turned into an exquisite gift box. Felix swore that he would never read it wrong. He saw a cartoon version of the bald wizard...

"Mr. Happ!"

Accompanied by an exaggerated scream, a house elf jumped from his position, quickly rushing his short legs, and appeared in front of Felix.

"Hello, Dobby," Felix said.

"You are good, Mr. Happ." Dobby said excitedly, using his big, round eyes to see Felix. Then all the elves stopped their work and surrounded him timidly, looking at Felix carefully with the same eyes as Dobby.

"Hello, everyone—uh—the elves."

"Sir, this is Buck." Dobby said happily at the house elf closest to him. "Hello, Buck." Felix nodded. "This is Qiqi, Baker, Haoli, Beton, Qiqi," he introduced one by one, and then slapped his forehead suddenly, "Oh, by the way!" Dobby pulled a house elf from the crowd like a magic trick, "And Shining."

Shanshan was wearing a clean skirt and hid behind the crowd.

"Shirt?" Dobby looked at her happily.

"Hai, Mr. Haip—" Shanshan said restrainedly.

"How are you staying here?" Felix asked.

"Very, very good..." she whispered.

"Not good, Shanshan is not good!" Dobby said loudly, "Shanshan is still thinking about her original owner, Mr. Crouch, I told her that we have new ones-well, employer, but she is not happy, and she refuses to accept any wages!"

"Buck doesn't want an employer either, Buck wants a master!" The house elf who was introduced at the beginning said eagerly, staring at Felix.

"Qiqi is too. Qiqi should not be a elves that no one wants!" A house elves with a slightly sharp voice shouted. Her words attracted a mess of concurrence, and a group of small heads with bat ears twitched up and down.

"I came for this." Felix said gently, "Honestly, I was shocked when I knew there were so many house elves in the company. I personally don't need house elves to serve me, so I came up with a good idea - have you heard of the Hogwarts School of Magic?"

The house elves nodded nervously.

"In the Hogwarts kitchen, there are elves of similar numbers as you. They do not belong to one person, but to that ancient castle in name. Of course, if there are house elves who want to leave, I think Dumbledore would never stop—"

"They will not leave, their lives are very happy!" a house elf shouted, his tone with a faint envy and dissatisfaction.

"Qiqi?" Felix asked with a wink.

"Yes, Mr. Chichi, Mr. Hepp." Chichi replied excitedly, as if he was very honored to be able to remember his name.

"... Since you know, things have become much easier. I plan to adopt a similar model and sign a magic contract. I will not set the time. You can stay any time. The specific terms are concentrated on the confidentiality agreement. If you want to leave, you cannot reveal the product information... There are also some treatment rules, which Dobi and Miss Krivat will tell you."

"We don't need treatment or wages!" another house elf shouted.

"Oh," Felix showed a embarrassed expression, "but the Ministry of Magic has made regulations, which you deserve. I don't want to be troubled by people from the Ministry of Magic... and," his expression became serious, "You stay in the company, unlike serving a certain wizard family, the tasks you come into contact with are more professional and more challenging-" Household elves all raised their chests. "-For the sake of management, it is necessary to formulate unified rules."

The house elves nodded in a daze.

"As for Shanshan-" Felix thought for a while, squatted down and said to her.

"Since you have nowhere to go for the moment, you might as well stay here and save some money - listen to me, don't you want to buy a gift for Mr. Crouch? Shining, Azkaban has no dementors anymore, which means that Mr. Crouch will come out soon, and three years pass by. If you want to come back to him, I won't stop him, but I think he will be happy to see the gift you give."

After Felix finished speaking, his hand reached out to reveal a golden gallon.

Shining her huge brown eyes, twitching like a big tomato's nose, obviously, she was in a very tangled state, and her little head seemed to be difficult to sort out these complex problems.

Just as Dobby urged her for the twelfth time, she stretched out her hands tremblingly, holding up the golden Garon, and tears shone out.

"Thank you, Mr. Happ."
To be continued...