Vol 2 Chapter 485: ?Premier (modified)

This summer vacation is really hot and unpredictable, even after August, the weather that has been sunny for more than ten days has sunken the whole of England like a steamer, like a pot of boiling potion.
In this kind of weather, there was a man on the 12th of Grimmauld Place who was more irritable than this hot weather. He was sitting at the messy dining table with a copy of the "Daily Prophet" in his hand, frowning. In a big photo of the first edition, the radiant and radiant Fleur Delacour pointed to a TV, with red lips opening and closing, calling everyone to Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley on Saturday Experience the trial broadcast of Harris TV station, the large-scale advertisement occupied the most prominent position on the front page: "Any wizard who participated in the scene can participate in the lottery, the highest prize is 10, and you can get the latest research and development of the Harris family, worth 800 gold Kalong’s Wizard TV, with 100 second prize winners, can get a one-year TV license worth 60 gold Kalong..."
"Muggle TVs have been developed into the wizarding world?" Harry asked in amazement, forgetting his troubles for a while.
Sirius turned to the first page again, and his eyes became more gloomy: "The front page is actually an advertisement for a new product of the Harris family! Before, a little wizard cast a spell during the holiday and was taken to the court for trial, and was also " Daily Prophet’s headline was placed on the front page, but now the news that the Dementor unprovoked attacks on the innocent little wizard has been put in an inconspicuous corner by the two mainstream media, "Daily Prophet" and "Singing a Devil". No photos were included, and the Daily Prophet even said that it was an accident and didn't even mention the Dementors!"
Sirius threw the newspaper on the table angrily, left the table angrily, locked himself in his mother's room and began to scold her portrait.
The people at the table that hadn't left looked at the direction Sirius was leaving, and exchanged their eyes worriedly.
Ginny walked in from outside the room, breaking the silence, holding five envelopes in her hand.
"The book list is here," she said, throwing an envelope to Harry who left the seat and stared in a daze in the direction of Sirius. "This year's book list came so early."
Harry recovered his senses and opened his letter. There were two pieces of parchment in it. One was to remind him of the start of school on September 1, and the other to tell him what books he needed for the next school year.
"It seems we need time to go to Diagon Alley. In addition to buying new books, I also need a new crucible, Ron..." Harry turned his head and found Ron standing there motionless, his mouth slightly open. Staring blankly at the letter Hogwarts gave him.
"Ron, what's the matter with you?" Harry asked as he walked around behind Ron and looked at the parchment over his shoulder—Harry also opened his mouth in surprise.
"Harry, have you got it?" Hermione flushed, staring at the envelope in her hand without raising her head, "I am also the prefect, Harry, so am I!"
"No," Harry understood Hermione's meaning, his voice dry, "It's Ron, not me."
"Ron?" Hermione looked up sharply, seeing the red and gold badges in Ron's hand, her mouth couldn't close in surprise.
At this moment Ron turned his face to look at her, raised his eyebrows, with a smug expression on his face. Hermione frowned and turned her face away in disgust.
"Oh, Ron, that's great! Prefect! I'm going to buy you a set of red and gold pajamas with your badge."
Mrs. Molly Weasley put her arms tightly around Ron's neck, and kissed him from left to right, Ron's face rose brighter than his badge.
"Mom... don't... mother, take control..." Ron murmured, desperately trying to push his mother away.
Somehow, Harry found himself reluctant to look at the scene in front of him, he grabbed his envelope and walked to his room.
Hermione blinked and followed Harry into the room.
"Harry?" Hermione said hesitantly.
"Awesome, Hermione," Harry said, exaggerated with enthusiasm. It didn't sound like his voice at all, and his eyes still didn't look at Hermione. "It's great. Prefect, it's great."
"Thank you," Hermione said, "Um—Harry—I'm here to say goodbye to you. I need to go to Ellen. I made an appointment with his family."
"Okay Hermione, please say hello to Alan for me." Harry said, still in that kind of over-enthusiasm, unlike his own tone, "Go."
Hermione hesitated, but did not say "Harry, you are actually better than Ron, and more suitable to be the prefect", and turned and left. Harry walked slowly back to the bed and fell on the bed, staring blankly at the feet of the wardrobe.
Allen in Harris Manor also received a letter from Hogwarts. Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris happily held Allen’s prefect badge, put them together with Allen’s new magic robe, and then Hugging Allen's neck tightly with his arms, and kissing his face from left to right. Allen's face rose even brighter than Gryffindor's color scheme.
"Mom... don't... mom, take control..." Allen murmured, desperately trying to push his mother away.
"Okay, sweetheart, come to the meeting room quickly. The meeting will be coming soon." Mr. Owen Harris sorted out his shirt and urged to save his embarrassed little son.
With the growth of the Harris family, in Harris Manor, the northernmost room on the second floor was specially transformed into a gorgeous meeting room.
At this time, the core members of the Harris family gathered together, and the main content of the discussion was the leadership structure and member composition of the Ministry of Magic's Film and Television Management Department.
"I think Mrs. Morgan Lefay Rozier Harris is the best candidate for the director of this newly established department." John Barça, who had communicated with Owen in advance and understood what Mr. Harris wanted, suggested.
He has short golden curly hair and round glasses. He looks a little dull on the outside, but as Owen Harris' confidant, no one will ignore his words.
His proposal was adopted and passed unanimously, and no one opposed it.
Morgan Le Fay unconsciously grabbed the corner of her husband Owen's clothes, her eyes flickered, and she had no confidence in managing such a department in an area she didn't understand at all.
Owen was keenly aware of his wife's emotional changes, he took Morgan Le Fay's hand and patted it comfortingly.
"This is not difficult. After all, at the beginning, only our TV manufacturer and TV station were reliable people in charge of these things. It is not complicated for you to manage. This project will definitely become bigger and bigger in the future. It’s good to slowly sum up experience in this process.
Lun also said to comfort his mother.
Morgan Le Fay took a long sigh, and finally accepted the position with the encouragement of her husband and son.
"Then, it's settled. The director of the Department of Film and Television Management of the Ministry of Magic is Morgan Le Fay Rozier Harris." After a halt of warm applause, Mr. Harris stood up and announced with a smile on his face. Another news, "In addition, I want to tell you a good news. My eldest son Albert Harris and Fleur Delacour are engaged. The wedding is tentatively scheduled for next summer. I hope you can take the time. Come here. Fleur Delacour will also be transferred to the Ministry of Magic's Film and Television Management Department and will also serve as the chief resident host of Harris Television."
"According to the working hours, her position at the Ministry of Magic is a part-time job." Amid the congratulations, the first director of Harris Television, Xenofilius Lovegood, murmured.
"Father, I want to summarize the knowledge of golem making before school starts, so that I can provide it to Rose Geller, who are responsible for the development of golems, as soon as possible." After the meeting, Allen said to Mr. Harris. Going back to his room on his own.
After Allen left, Morgan LeFay took out some financial statements, and she handed a summary report to her husband with some concern.
"Owen, the Magical Biological Reserve has just been established, and the Harris TV station has just started. These all involve a large amount of funding. Now, a large amount of money has to be invested in the golem research project, which is a big step. Development, I am afraid that funds will not run properly."
Mr. Harris took the report that Mrs. Harris handed him, and after turning over it, he said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I have asked Allen to express this attitude euphemistically some time ago. I asked him to make it with a magic stone. A lot of gold, the purpose is to slow down his pace, wait until some of our Harris family's investment starts to return profit before proceeding step by step. But obviously he does not think so, I can not make more demands on him ."
Seeing that Owen's words were all done here, Morgan Le Fay stopped talking and poured a cup of Ceylon black tea for her husband.
Owen took the tea, took a sip, moistened his somewhat dry throat and worried: "He also requested that the TV price should not be too high, saying that it would be convenient for popularization. However, Alan couldn't always use the magic stone to refine. Gold, he has other more important things to do."
Although Irving Harris is usually overwhelmingly powerful at the Ministry of Magic, like the rest of the family, they will always compromise in front of Alan and will subconsciously care about Alan's views and feelings. Because the Harris family can have today's scenery, all originated from Allen.
Therefore, although the Harris couple, who holds the financial power, both had concerns about launching so many projects at once, they were unable to ask Allen to suspend the development of the Golem.
"The reason why we can have today was brought by Allen. No matter what he wants to do, we should support him unconditionally." Albert is more straightforward, although he has no research on family and business management. He sounded a little confused, but he thought that what Allen wanted to achieve should be supported anyway.
Although Renn agreed with the Harris couple more in his heart, he wisely remained silent. After all, as Albert said, Harris would not be today without Alan.
"I think all the decisions Allen has made so far are correct." Daisy stood firmly on her brother's side, and Penello nodded in agreement with her, who was not good at speaking on this occasion.
And Hermione sat aside, carefully flipping through the reports, until after a while, she looked at the data and opened her mouth without raising her head: "Although I used to teach myself some Muggles in advance to enter the highest Muggle institution. In economics, I have only mastered a little theory and knowledge. I am still immature in the field of economics, but I can also see that the management method of the Harris family is still a very traditional pure-blood family. This traditional management The model is more suitable for families that have developed for many generations. After generations of hard work and accumulation, the industries they have invested in have been able to create huge economic value and bring various returns.
The Harris family has lost those traditional industries in Germany before and should be regarded as a new family. Nowadays, multiple initiatives have been implemented in parallel, and so many industries in different fields have been developed. If the traditional family that has been developed for several generations has enough time and heritage, all industries do not need too much coordination and coordination. Just close the respective fields. But the Harris family can’t. They have invested too many projects, too wide-ranging, too fast development, no overall management, messy projects, no unified goals, and each manages its own...
In this regard, we can actually learn from Muggles and set up a department as the commander-in-chief to obtain information from various industries for overall management, so that group companies can command, develop and control more efficiently. "
Hermione was completely immersed in her thoughts and talked freely. After expressing her thoughts, she looked up and found that everyone was staring at her. Suddenly, Hermione felt her cheeks hot, and she was so absorbed in reading the reports that she had forgotten it. As far as his current status is concerned, it is not suitable to participate in the discussion of the Harris family in this way.
Hermione clenched her fists in annoyance, then grabbed her shaggy hair in embarrassment, and quickly added: "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't..."
"No no no, Hermione, you said very well, very constructive opinions. Then, let this matter be left to you~EbookFREE.me~ You will be the master planner and make a plan. ?" Owen interrupted Miss Master's apology, his eyes bright, his tone full of appreciation for Hermione.
Hermione's cheeks flushed suddenly, and she waved her hands again and again, "I just read a few books and haven't really learned the knowledge of economics. I'm still just a student..."
"You can't underestimate yourself, you are knowledgeable, flexible, and knowledgeable in the Muggle world. You are much better than us," Morgan Lefayy also interrupted Hermione's push and was caught by Hermione herself. Tousled hair said, "That's it, you come to make a plan, and then we will discuss it later."
Hermione, who was affirmed and praised, had bright eyes and nodded happily, and decided to use the rest of the summer vacation to look up the information in the Muggle library, and strive to make a workable overall plan.
Seeing that the members of the Harris family were attracted by Granger, Penello bit her red lip, and she secretly regretted that when she was still a Muggle, she didn't have the talent and studious like Hermione. , This know-it-all lady went to study economics at such a young age.
Then, Penello looked at Luna. She wanted to know how the crazy girl would react after listening to Hermione’s speech, only to find that Luna actually fell asleep with her head up on the back of the chair. There was still a trace of saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"I'm really dizzy...I also expect the crazy girl to react!" Penello sighed and shook his head with a wry smile, and withdrew his gaze. I remembered that Mr. Lovegood recently said that his vacation was about to end and that he was about to be busy with work and he was free for a few days. A few days ago, he had to take Luna around to enjoy his father-daughter time. It seemed that Luna was tired broken.