Mr. Malfoy's school life was not going well.

"Ten?" Ron was surprised.

Fred whistled. "I heard that Mr. Malfoy almost won. He injured six people. He should still be lying in the school infirmary now?"

Harry thought back to the day he and Neville had gone to the infirmary.

There were indeed a few Slytherins among the crowded crowd.

"That's only because Malfoy is the prefect." George shook his head, not agreeing with his brother's words. "If it weren't for the fear of angering Professor Snape, Mr. Malfoy would have to go to the school infirmary."

"He's a prefect?" Ron was even more surprised. "But he didn't..."

He reached out and fiddled with the shiny badge on his chest. Malfoy was not wearing it.

"How should I know?" George patted his brother's head in annoyance.

"Because it's useless." Harry looked at Malfoy's receding back and said softly, "Slytherin doesn't regard him as a prefect. No one respects him. If he still wears that thing on his body, it will be a humiliation."

Ron lowered his head and looked at the badge on his chest. He seemed to understand a little bit what Percy had said to him that night when he secretly pulled him aside.

"Why is Malfoy the prefect of Slytherin?" Ron looked at the figure that completely disappeared into the dark underground corridor, "Obviously he..."

"Dumbledore always has his ideas." Harry turned his head back.

Ron still tilted his head, looking at the stairs leading to the basement.

Fred dragged him to the grand staircase, then turned and continued to climb to the second floor. Ron turned his head back only after his vision was blocked and he could no longer see anything.

No one mentioned Malfoy again.

No one cares about him.

George and Fred waved their arms and exaggeratedly introduced to Ron the sales of their own joke products. They learned a lot of useful knowledge from Vernon. Some marketing plans that Vernon thought might be outdated were very successful in the wizarding world. The two brothers are now considering whether to study for an MBA. Muggle knowledge is indeed very useful.

They hoped that Ron could work in the family store after graduation.

Transfiguration spells, potions, ancient runes, all require "O".

Ron kept complaining that this requirement was even higher than that of Gringotts.

The three places where graduates in the wizarding world most want to work are their own country's Ministry of Magic, Gringotts, and teaching at a school.

The requirements for staying in school are the highest.

The second is Gringotts.

George and Fred's recruitment requirements can compete with staying in school to teach. In response to Ron's complaints, George and Fred put their hands on their waists and felt very justified. The Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop is a place with very high requirements.

The "brother" is Harry Potter, an outstanding student comparable to the dean.

The only employee was Remus Lupin, who had a clean resume, the only thing he had that was his tenure as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

The only thing missing is the "Weasley brothers" in the sign. They are just mediocre, ordinary outstanding graduates of Hogwarts, but they have brains that are more precious than gold - this is George and Weasley's boast.

All the prank ideas came from their heads, and as "the Hogwarts students with the most alchemical talent" - this was Dumbledore's compliment to them, they were very confident that they would become masters of alchemy in the next twenty or thirty years.

Ron didn't want to go to Weasley Bros. Joke Shop.

He has been bullied by his two brothers since he was a child. It is impossible for them to come to him after graduation.

He wanted to be like Charlie or Bill, a dragon tamer or a curse breaker.

There was no way he would go to work in the boring Ministry of Magic, even as an Auror; and there was no way he would go to work in the Weasley Brothers Joke Shop, even as a manager.

Ron has a good idea.

But George and Fred didn't listen to Ron at all. They counted on their fingers to arrange his life, from the first floor to the eighth floor, and arranged his eight years of life after graduation. He first worked as an apprentice in a store and studied alchemy for a few years. During this period, he had meals provided every week and five or six Galleons of pocket money.

After the apprenticeship is over, you can become a regular employee with a salary of 15 Galleons per week - we are all family, so there is no need to talk about money.

When he is older, he can be made store manager with a salary of twenty-five Galleons per week.

Hermione bluntly said that they were more terrible than her own father and they had no psychological burden at all when exploiting her own younger brother.

Ron cursed and gave the Fat Lady a command, then went into the lounge. With his current level of graduation, his weekly salary would not be too high, but at least thirty Galleons would be no problem. George and Fred even exploited him for eight years before they were willing to give him twenty-five Galleons a week.

Are we still allowed to fall in love?

No, don’t let people live like this!

After they entered the lounge, they were still about to start cursing, but a burst of extremely loud sobbing drowned out all other sounds and attracted their attention.

By the fireplace, Lavender was crying hard while hugging Crookshanks.

"What's going on?" Ron walked over and asked in a mumble.

Fred lowered his voice and accused his brother: "George, you scared her and made her cry."

"That's impossible!" George shook his head, "It was just an explosion, that's all!"

"Then why is she crying? It must be your fault, George," Fred continued to accuse.

Amidst the chirping sounds.

Patil looked up and explained quietly as he stroked Ravencore's back and comforted her, "Another Lavender pet has died."

"Again?" Ron was startled.

Patil nodded. "In her third year, Professor Trelawney divined for her. Her pet rabbit was killed by a fox. In her fourth year, she got a blue shorthair, but it disappeared since yesterday."

"Maybe he went out to play." Ron said comfortingly, "Cats are always weird."

"Boss sometimes goes out to play for several days..."

Lavender retorted loudly, "It's different. Bowser is an owl! Corny is a cat."

Ron curled his lips. There isn't much difference between a cat and an owl, right? Crookshanks and Hedwig get along very well with each other. They stick together almost every day, especially after Neville made a lot of noise when sleeping. Hedwig wished she could grow up with Crookshanks.

Lavender blew out a loud sound, delicate and weak: "And, and I have divined, Corney, my poor little Corney is dead."

"The divination told me that he has lost his life."

Hermione scoffed.

She believed that divination did exist in this world - after all, she had seen a true prophecy with her own eyes, but she also knew that divination was a subject that only required talent and was a field that mortals could not enter. She could barely believe the conclusion drawn by Trelawney, who had the clairvoyance.

But Lavender?

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Trelawney's preference for her was simply because she was silly, naive, and easy to fool, and it didn't mean she was really talented.

"I just did a divination with tea leaves." Lavender blew her breath again, "A poisonous snake, a poisonous snake that sprays venom. My lovely little Corny must have been captured and tortured by the Slytherins. They might even use poor little Corny to practice the Vanishing Charm."

"Why wasn't he killed by a poisonous snake?" Ron asked subconsciously.

Crookshanks barked loudly.

Lavender cried even louder, "Cornie is a strong tomcat. There's no way he can't beat the snake."

"And there's Professor Hagrid. He's very strong, and he has a very good relationship with his magical animal friends. There can't be any poisonous snakes at the edge of the Forbidden Forest or in the Black Lake."

Crookshanks yelled again.

Neville was not there, so there was no translator, but Ron barely understood what it meant: "You mean Connie has trained with you and can easily deal with snakes?"

Crookshanks nodded and uttered another strange cry.

"Lavender, Crookshanks asked you to let it go," Ron relayed.

Lavender was crying, and suddenly she was stunned. She thought of something and cried even louder.

"Crookshanks wants to help you find your cat." Ron also had to raise his voice, "It has many animal friends. All the pets in Hogwarts are its friends."

Lavender finally reacted and quickly let go of Crookshanks: "Please, please, you must find Connie."

Crookshanks sighed with relief, barked, shook off his hair, jumped out of the crowd on the sofa, called Hedwig from the girls' dormitory, and crawled out of the cave with the wailing Bows in his mouth.

Lavender continued to cry, and Ron was pushed over to her for clumsy consolation.

No one cared about the loss of a kitten. Hermione comforted him for half an hour and then continued to sit next to Harry and read.

In the afternoon, Neville came back.

He had on new robes that fitted him better, and in his hand was a brand new wand—thirteen inches, cherry wood, unicorn hair.

Neville liked his new wand very much. He could now easily cast spells that he could not perform before. He could even successfully cast the Vanishing Charm that he had just learned this year on a quill pen.

But it made Hermione wonder why there was such a combination.

Unicorn hair is the gentlest of all wand cores and has the most stable magic output. Of course, it also represents purity and loyalty, and is usually very suitable for white magic and healing magic. It is also a wand core material that is very suitable for Neville's personality.

But cherry wood...

This kind of wood is rarely used in the West, but it is very powerful. No matter which kind of core it is paired with, it will give the wand real lethality.

This is in stark contrast to the white magic, healing significance of unicorn hair.

What puzzled Hermione most was the length.

"13" is not a good number, it represents misfortune. Hermione thought that this length would only appear on materials such as elder and yew.

Neville took it for granted that he learned magic just like Harry, for revenge.

He was very motivated tonight.

However, after the dueling class, his motivation completely dissipated, and he was dragged back to the dormitory like a dead dog by Ron waving his wand.

On the way, they met Crookshanks, Hedwig and Bows who were still looking for Lavender's pet.

They gained nothing in one day.