The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

"This is... the ranking?"

Ron curiously reached out and touched the unreal numbers in front of him. After studying for a long time, he realized what the numbers in front of him meant.

After reacting, he looked at his number one in the queue and felt a burst of pride from the bottom of his heart.

"It seems that I am quite talented in potions!"

Ron said triumphantly.

But when he was speaking, the row of numbers suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, there was a new change.

Leaderboard:

[No. 1 - Station No. 1, '5 minutes and 23 seconds']

[Second place - No. 2 station, '5 minutes and 54 seconds']

[No. 3 - Station No. 4, '6 minutes and 41 seconds']

...

Ron's expression was a little dull.

He searched all the way down the leaderboard, and finally found his job number at the very end.

Things are already obvious.

Someone else entered the workshop and started working.

And the production time of these people is almost twice as fast as his!

'Is this still humanly possible? '

Ron roared wildly in his heart.

This sudden change made Ron's previous elation go away, and was replaced by infinite loss.

But soon, a feeling of unwillingness once again occupied Ron's heart.

You must know that it was the first time to try to make it before, and a lot of time was wasted because of the untimely reaction in the middle. If he does it again, he will definitely be able to go faster!

With this thought in mind, he viciously tapped the red button, and repeated the previous operation again.

Chop, juice, boil, strain, bottle, press the golden button.

The action is done in one go!

[No. 7 - Station No. 17, '7 minutes and 58 seconds']

"Better than last time! But not enough, I can do better!"

Ron stared at his red eyes and pressed the red button again.

once……

twice……

three times……

At the end, Ron no longer knew how many wormwood he had handled, and he had forgotten his real destination here.

He just keeps repeating the action of pressing the button, processing the material, pressing the button, looking at the rankings, and pressing the button again.

Ron didn't know what kind of magic he was under.

It may be the specially enlarged golden font that is number one on the ranking list, or it may be the sense of vanity when you first climbed to the top.

In short, he just wanted to take the first place again!

But the dream is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Although there is not much difficulty in processing wormwood, Ron can easily compress the processing time into less than 6 minutes like everyone else.

But it is very difficult to go further and reach 5 minutes.

No matter how many times Ron tried, he couldn't really break into top three territory.

This made him very frustrated for a while, and he even thought that the top three must have used some kind of cheating method.

But just when he was about to give up, the raw material ejected from the red button outlet changed from wormwood to a living scarab.

The moment he saw these ferocious little beetles, the hope in Ron's heart, which was about to be extinguished, revived again.

Scarab.

This is one of the main materials for making intelligence enhancers.

It is necessary to remove the internal organs and flesh and then separate and grind the carapace and insect wings. The processing process can be said to be quite cumbersome.

But this was Ron's forte.

When he was at home, he was often captured by George and Fred as a coolie, specializing in this crustacean.

Ron rubbed his hands excitedly, grabbed a scarab and started a new round of competition.

Unfortunately, reality played a trick on Ron again.

He had just dealt with less than 10 scarabs and successfully advanced his score to the second place. When he was about to charge towards the first place, he was shocked to find that no matter how he pressed the red button, no new raw materials appeared. .

Ron looked around at a loss with his red eyes, and finally saw a bright red prompt on the digital panel next to him:

[Your working hours today have reached the upper limit of 8 hours. Please pay attention to the balance between work and rest, and leave the work station immediately for repairs. 】

"What? I've been here for the entire 8 hours?"

Ron was taken aback at first, but then roared angrily, "Shit! I'm about to break the record and reach the first place! Hurry up and send me the materials!"

As he spoke, Ron slammed his fist on the panel.

And this seems to have triggered some kind of warning mechanism.

Ron only felt that the magic lamp above his workstation turned red instantly, and within a few minutes, two burly Hufflepuff seniors broke into the door and held him down with their hands.

"Wait! Put me down! I can still work! I'm about to break the record! You can't do this—"

Ron kept screaming and struggling.

But he had no energy since he hadn't eaten all day, so he could only be dragged out of the workshop by those two Hufflepuff hunks.

They simply and neatly threw Ron into the office responsible for the settlement of wages, and closed the door, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

Among them, the brown-haired man wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained to the colleague next to him:

"Another crazy one, I can't figure it out, is making potions really that interesting?"

"That's a working method specially researched by His Excellency Link Foley, based on Muggle psychology. It's normal if you don't understand it. If you really understand it, you shouldn't stay here and work."

Another big red-haired man said with some contempt.

In fact, with his brown-haired temper, if someone dared to speak to him in this tone, he would have punched him long ago.

It was a habit he had cultivated from years of fighting Slytherins.

But now that the other party's words include Link Foley, it will be different.

I saw that he nodded in agreement, and then went to his lounge talking and laughing with his companions, waiting for the next 'crazy' who needed to be 'rescued'.

...

In the office they had just left, Ron, who hadn't reacted yet, was still howling.

The Ravenclaw boy sitting behind the desk in front of him seemed to have gotten used to this for a long time. He gave him a helpless look, and then said weakly:

"You are Ron Weasley working at station 17 today, right?"

As soon as this remark came out, Ron, who was still insane, froze.

The name "Ron Weasley" in the other party's mouth was like a spell, which suddenly released him from the state of madness.

Ron looked at the big M.O.M.H.L factory logo on the wall, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Since he had signed the contract without carefully looking at it before, he actually didn't know that the Ravenclaw in front of him knew his real name through information.

At this moment, the only possibility Ron can think of is that his coming to work in the factory was revealed, and Link knew all about it.

The thought that followed was - it's over!

Thinking of the insult he might face later, Ron wanted to die.

He looked at Ravenclaw in front of him with distracted eyes.

The other party continued to ask impatiently:

"Are you Ron Weasley?"

Hearing this, Ron shook his body, lowered his head and muttered:

"Yes... no..."

"Station No. 17, wow, you actually worked 8 hours a day today, processed 45 wormwood and 14 scarabs! Not bad, your basic salary is 2 Galleons and 6 Sickles, and the commission bonus is 13 Sickles. Well, after deducting the Ministry of Magic tax, the total is three Galleons plus one Sickle."

Perhaps because he couldn't hear Ron's words clearly, the Ravenclaw boy directly reported Ron's salary today, and then he raised his head and asked as if realizing something, "Did you just say something? "

"No no no! I didn't say anything!"

Ron shook his head like a rattle.

The huge salary of three Galleons had completely destroyed all the psychological construction he had previously built.

It even made him feel that with these three gold coins as a base, it doesn't matter if he is insulted by Link.

"Then confirm it is correct and take your money."

The Ravenclaw boy behind the desk counted out 3 gold coins and 1 silver coin from a large pocket as he spoke.

Ron grabbed the coins in his hand like a vicious dog pouncing on food.

Feeling the touch of those silver coins, a strong sense of satisfaction suddenly came from the bottom of Ron's heart.

He had never really owned such a large sum of money in his life.

Immediately, another doubt arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Um, classmate, can I ask, what is this commission? I remember that my hourly salary seems to be only 5 Sickles."

Ron tentatively asked, he had never heard of the concept of working here and commission.

As soon as he finished asking, Ron regretted a little.

If this is the extra money given by the other party's miscalculation, wouldn't you have to ask him to go back later?

Thinking of this, Ron had the urge to run away.

But hearing his question, the Ravenclaw boy was extremely angry and said:

"Commission? Didn't the human resources department who welcomed you in tell you? Damn it! Those guys want to be lazy and crazy! They didn't even tell you about this kind of thing!"

The Ravenclaw boy cursed the Human Resources Department for a while, then turned his head to look at Ron with a tense face, and managed to squeeze out a smile and said:

"The commission reward is available to everyone, but the commission limit is different for each position. As far as the workshop you are in is concerned. The passing line of product production is 3 copies per hour, as long as it exceeds this passing line , then you can get a commission bonus according to a certain percentage."

"And what if I don't make it to the passing mark?"

Ron asked impatiently.

But the Ravenclaw boy who heard it said said in an unclear tone:

"Naturally, the base salary will be deducted proportionally."

Then Ravenclaw suddenly raised the volume, "Each of our passing marks is established according to the minimum standards of practitioners, if you can't even meet the passing marks, it can only show that you are lazy!

We have given such a high salary under such a low standard, you should be content! "

Ron was a little ashamed by what he said.

He had to admit that he did have the idea of ​​being lazy and fishing before, but he didn't really put his ideas into action because he was only aroused by the rankings to be competitive.

And it wasn't until this time that he noticed that a group of students had already gathered behind him, waiting in line to settle their wages.

Obviously, what the Ravenclaw staff member just said was not just for him.

"Okay, do you have anything else to do? If you have nothing to do, go quickly, don't you see that there are so many people behind?"

The Ravenclaw boy who taught everyone the ideological education class said to Ron quite dissatisfied.

Hearing that Ron said yes again and again as if he had been pardoned, he walked backwards and left the office.

The weather at Hogwarts in mid-September has gradually turned cold.

Ron, who left the warm office and workshop, was blown by the cold wind in the corridor, and finally felt hungry and cold.

For a boy of his age, working all day without eating is still a little bit reluctant.

But although he was tired, Ron was very excited.

This is the power given to him by the few coins in his hand.

Even though the coins were already sticky with his sweat, it was extremely disgusting.

But Ron couldn't help kissing them anyway.

With this money, he can change into a new robe that fits better, and he will no longer be laughed at because the robe does not cover his ankles.

With all this money, he'd be able to give Harry and Hermione a slightly more presentable present at Christmas time, too!

Well--

Forget that I'm still arguing with Harry and Hermione, so cross that paragraph out.

Maybe it would be a better choice to send a Christmas present to the parents instead.

For example, a fully automatic goblin expulsion device!

With this thing, the vegetable field at home should no longer be troubled by goblins.

I don't have to help fight goblins every time I go home!

Or a new set of kitchen utensils?

The set used at home is said to have been bought when my parents got married.

It's worn out after so many years.

...

It is now afternoon.

There are a lot of people going to and from work in the corridors of the factory, which is very lively.

Ron just walked towards the end of the corridor while imagining the scene of spending money by himself, even forgetting to pull up the scarf.

He just felt that this was the first time in his life that he felt such happiness.

But at the next moment, he suddenly saw Harry and Hermione leading a large group of people talking and laughing in the direction directly opposite him.

This scene made Ron wake up from his fantasy in an instant.

He hastily pulled up his scarf and hid behind the classroom door beside him.

Ron's heart was pounding nervously, and through the gap, he suddenly discovered that Harry's group had walked directly into the big office opposite.

‘Are they also here to work? right! It must be so! Harry and Hermione have gotten very close to that guy Link recently, they must be helping Link recruit people to work! Maybe Link will pay them according to the number of people they recruit! '

Thinking of this, Ron instantly felt that the coins in his arms were not fragrant.

The happy mood was also washed away.

"Ron?"

"How did you come here?"

Two familiar voices with a bit of malice suddenly sounded from behind Ron.

The moment he heard the voice, Ron almost instinctively ran outside.

It's a pity that he just made a move, but two powerful arms got under Ron's arms, lifting him up.

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