Chapter 215 You Got the Wrong Person

After Arthur whetted Mike's appetite, he slowly said: "The potions you are using are all precious prescriptions collected by my teacher over the years. Although they cannot turn you into a muscular man overnight, they can But it can increase the effect of exercise several times. And the materials for making these potions are not cheap. I made a rough estimate that the potions you need to consume twice a day are worth about 500 gold galleons.

In addition, we had dragon meat for lunch, which is Australian egg-eye dragon meat. Long-term consumption can also improve physical fitness. I don’t know its exact value, but it’s certainly not cheap.

well! It’s great to have money! "

Arthur had just finished saying that Lolo had completed its work, but Mike did not spit out the stick in his mouth, but just lowered his head and remained silent.

Professor Flitwick didn't tell Mike what Arthur said, which made Mike feel quite uncomfortable.

In the two lifetimes combined, no one has ever been as kind to him as Flitwick. Mike has no way of repaying this and can only decide to train harder.

"What's wrong, did I say the wrong thing?"

Arthur on the side saw that Mike was silent and thought he had said something wrong. To this, Mike just responded lightly: "No, let's start training."

After saying that, Mike walked towards the training room. Arthur originally wanted to persuade Mike to rest for a while, but he took his words back in time after accidentally catching a glimpse of Mike's firm eyes.

So the two started training in the afternoon.

Since he did not complete the first training, Mike had to perform a thousand squats in the afternoon as punishment. If he could not finish the squats, he would have to run fifty laps.

I have to say that Vesemir's punishment mechanism is very clever.

Whether it's a hundred sword strikes in a standard posture or a thousand squats, these are indicators that Mike can't complete at all, which means that Vesemir was prepared to let Mike do all the training from the beginning.

But due to the existence of a punishment mechanism, when doing these trainings, Mike would do his best not to do the next punishment, so it would be easy for Mike to exceed his limit.

For most people, the only effect of practicing like this is to make themselves useless, but Mike is different. He takes a lot of magic potions every day. These potions maximize Mike's exercise effects while ensuring Mike's health.

Every morning Vesemir would create a new training plan for Mike, and then throw Mike to Arthur.

After training like this for half a month, Mike's originally lanky body had gradually gained some muscle.

Mike was not surprised by this, after all, he was at an age where he could grow muscles even while lying down.

What surprised him was that his physical fitness was steadily improving, which could be seen from the increasingly higher punishment standards set by Vesemir every day.

Moreover, through continuous practice in the past half month, Mike had completely mastered the light stabbing move and engraved it in his muscle memory.

Arthur was very dissatisfied. He felt that it was wrong for Mike to devote all his energy to such a sword move with little effect. You must know that partiality will not end well.

Mike was dismissive of this. Perhaps this trick was of little use to Arthur, a demon hunter, but it was different for Mike, a wizard.

We wizards can teleport, can you?

On this day, when Mike once again came out of the training room as tired as a dog, he found an owl with a letter tied to its foot hanging on the window of the living room.

Looking at the owl hanging on the window in a familiar posture, Mike instantly remembered who this owl was.

It is the old owl, Errol, who has worked for the Weasley family all his life.

Mike tentatively touched its chest and found that it was still breathing, so he quickly took it off the window and prepared water and food for it.

After doing all this, Mike carefully stepped forward and took down the letter. When he opened it, he discovered that it was originally a letter sent to him by the Weasley brothers. It said that the address of the factory and the recruitment fair had been settled, and now it was Wait for me to go over and make a decision.

Mike looked at Errol who was still dying and couldn't help feeling speechless.

He remembered that he had told the Weasley brothers about this a long time ago, but he didn't expect that the Weasley brothers had a darker heart than him. This owl was so old and still wanted him to deliver the message.

Shaking his head, Mike returned to the bedroom alone to receive familiar medication and rest for a while. Finally, he found Vesemir and Flitwick and informed him that he had something to deal with, so he had to take leave in the afternoon.

Vesemir originally refused to let Mike leave. In his opinion, what could happen to Mike, a teenage boy? He must have taken time off to go out and play. But under Professor Flitwick's persuasion, he finally agreed.

So, after lunch, Mike and Arthur stood in front of the fireplace and looked at each other with big eyes.

"You...why do you have to go with me?"

"Well, how should I put it? On the one hand, I'm a little tired of staying here these days and want to go out for a walk." Arthur scratched his head and said with a smile, "On the other hand, I want to see your factory."

Arthur's request was reasonable, and Mike really had no reason to refuse, so he entered the fireplace first, and then said to Arthur outside:

"Okay, let's go together."

Arthur was immediately overjoyed and hurried into the fireplace.

Perhaps because of Professor Flitwick's short stature, the fireplace in Flitwick's home was not large. As soon as Arthur, a sturdy young man, came in, Mike was immediately squeezed into a corner.

Realizing that he was squeezing into Mike, Arthur smiled sheepishly. Mike could no longer complain about this. He didn't bother to tell Arthur that they could teleport in batches, so he shouted out the specific address of the Burrow.

As the world began to spin, Mike opened his eyes again and saw the Weasley brothers and Ron looking at him in astonishment.

"Who is he?" George asked.

Fred on the side had a wicked look in his eyes, and then said: "Your boyfriend?"

"no!"

Mike's face darkened, he pushed Arthur away who was still squeezing him and got out of the fireplace.

After Mike came out, it took him and the Weasleys a long time to explain his relationship with Arthur. The Weasley brothers originally wanted to tease Mike, so it was fine once they explained clearly.

Only Ron didn't believe it even after Mike explained it to him for a long time. Now he not only looked at Mike strangely, but even quietly moved his steps to get himself further away from Mike.

The Weasley brothers on the side didn't care at all. They poked Mike's strong arms with their fingers and said, "Oh, he seems to be a lot stronger! But if you practice like this at your age, aren't you afraid that you won't grow taller in the future?"

"You know nothing! As long as you don't overdo it, you won't grow taller!" Mike roared angrily, "Furthermore, women, like men, like the opposite sex with good figures. If I start practicing now, I will be invincible!" "

Listening to Mike's boastful words, George originally planned to continue teasing him. But his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of Mike's cold eyes. Suddenly, George felt like he was falling into an ice cave. The words that had reached his throat suddenly changed.

"Well, it's getting late, why don't we go check out the venue early?"

"good idea!"

"I agree!"

This statement immediately won everyone's approval, so the group of people mounted their broomsticks and prepared to fly to their destination.

When the Weasley brothers took out their broomsticks, Mike's contempt for them increased even more. The reason was that the broomsticks they took out were Nimbus 2000.

Others may not know it clearly, but he knows it very well.

The Weasley family was originally poor, so the Weasley brothers didn't have their own broomsticks at all. Even if they did, they could only be second-hand old brooms, so the two they took out now They must have bought the Nimbus 2000 with their own treasury.

Money to buy a broom but no money to buy a younger owl...

It really shows the true nature of a capitalist.

Both Arthur and Ron don't have broomsticks, so they can only ride on broomsticks with the Weasley brothers.

It was obviously the first time for Arthur to ride a broomstick, so he was very excited and hugged George who was driving the broomstick tightly along the way.

This made George very uncomfortable. After all, being held by a man around the waist was not a good experience.

Mike smiled at this. He had already expected this situation, so he insisted on not letting Arthur sit on the same broom with him.

The group of people flew in the southeast direction for a long time. It was not until George's waist began to hurt when Arthur hugged him that the Weasley brothers signaled that they had arrived at their destination.

What appeared in front of Mike at this moment was a large dense jungle, and directly below them was a large open space.

This empty space seemed to have been burned out not long ago, and the surface was covered with dark charcoal residue. Thanks to the nutrients brought by these plant ash, many buds of unknown plants have now sprouted in this open space.

These sporadic green dots on the black earth are very beautiful.

"Well, this location can meet your requirements!" Fred said in a show-off manner, "It took George and me an entire afternoon to clear out such a large open space."

Mike nodded. The inaccessible and flat terrain here is indeed a good place to build a Dolphin Magic Drink Factory. As for transportation issues, you can use the fireplace to teleport or directly create door keys.

The Weasley brothers immediately put smiles on their faces when they saw Mike nodding. They excitedly did an acrobatic move in the air, and finally returned to their original positions and high-fived each other to congratulate each other.

After their operation, Arthur's physical fitness was amazing but he didn't feel anything. Ron was so miserable that he almost vomited out his undigested lunch.

After finally recovering, Ron looked at his two excited brothers and said to Mike with some embarrassment: "Mike, I have a little problem here."

"Huh? What's the problem?"

"Well, I went to Luna's house on the day I accepted the mission, but his father rejected me directly." Ron hesitated, "I didn't give up. After that, I will go there every day. Thanks to Merlin, He finally agreed. It's just that... Luna's father needs you to go there in person."

Hearing this, Mike fell silent. To be honest, the naysayer's publicity was the icing on the cake for him. He had already contacted Rita Skeeter, who had interviewed him before, and paid a thousand gold galleons. After that, the other party agreed to write a soft article specifically for Dolphin Magic Drink to promote it.

Some people may think that the price is a bit expensive. After all, one thousand galleons is enough to support the Weasley family for several years, but Mike thinks it is very worth it.

Because the contract he signed with Rita Skeeter was that after Rita Skeeter finished writing the article, she had to have the article appear on the front page of the Daily Prophet on the day set by Mike.

If Rita Skeeter can't do it, she'll have to pay Mike twice his commission.

The Daily Prophet is the most well-known newspaper in the British wizarding world. In a world where entertainment is scarce, it is a must-read newspaper for almost every wizarding family. Therefore, once this soft article hits the headlines of the Daily Prophet, then The name of Dolphin's Magic Drink will be resounding throughout the British wizarding world!

With this in mind, Mike smiled and said to Ron, "It's okay. I'll go visit Luna when I'm free in a few days."

"Then, my assessment..."

Seeing that Ron was still thinking about the assessment, Mike couldn't help but laugh and said: "Congratulations! Passed!"

This time it was Ron's turn to be excited. He hugged Fred and cheered vigorously.

And Fred was really happy for his little brother. If Ron dared to wipe his nose and tears on him normally, he would definitely let Ron taste the taste of vomiting slugs all day long, but today... …

Although George on the other side was equally happy for Ron, he did not forget the business. He said to Mike: "Mike, I have also taken care of the recruitment matter. I did a preliminary review and recruited 150 people. Difficult Muggle wizards. But in the end, you still need to screen them, after all, you only need a hundred people."

"No problem. Just decide on a place and time. If that's okay, all 150 people will be accepted."

"Okay, then I will go back and write a letter to inform them tonight."

As soon as he mentioned writing a letter, Mike thought about Errol, and his expression turned strange for a moment.

"You devil, you are not asking Errol to deliver these one hundred and fifty letters, are you? He is so old... he will die from exhaustion, right?"

"What are you thinking? Of course I entrust the Owl Leasing Company to send so many letters." George rolled his eyes at Mike and said, "As for Errol, he only needs to be responsible for our family's daily correspondence."

Mike shook his head helplessly. It seemed that the Weasley brothers had gone too far on the road of capitalism and could no longer pull back.

He considered himself to be an upright and kind-hearted person, but he couldn't stand the Weasley brothers' behavior of exploiting workers, so he said:

"Oh, by the way. I remember that the job of recruiting personnel belongs to Fred, right? Now that you've taken his job away, Fred's contract will be..."

"You have the wrong person, I am George."

Before Mike could finish speaking, Fred, who was joking with Ron, rushed to speak.

George on the other side also reacted quickly, pretending to be grief-stricken and said:

"Yes, I'm Fred. It's really sad that our best friend can't tell the difference between George and me. Mike, you are absolutely incompetent as a friend!"

Mike:…