Ginny’s behavior made Harry feel a little embarrassed.

However, compared to the happy interactions among these families, Draco, who was pushing the cart, seemed a little out of place.

His father was missing and his mother was in hospital, but no one in the busy King’s Cross Station came to pick up Draco.

The excitement belongs to others, and Draco gets nothing.

Even because Malfoy Manor was temporarily sealed off, Draco had not yet decided whether to live in Diagon Alley or somewhere else.

Just as Draco was about to push his cart and leave quietly.

Ron came running over.

“Hey, Draco, are you free during the summer vacation? If you are free, come to the Burrow. Harry and Cho Chang just agreed to stay for a week or two.”

Draco turned his head sharply and looked in Harry’s direction.

He noticed Harry was walking towards him.

“Hey, Draco, here’s the thing. I just talked to Black. If you don’t have a place to stay for the time being, he is willing to provide you with a room. It is very convenient to go to St. Mungo’s from there. You can stay as long as you want.”

Looking at Harry and Ron standing in front of him, Draco smiled.

“Thanks, man.”

“That’s a deal then. Come and stay at my house for a while.”

“it is good.”

After chatting for a few more words, the large group of people who had gathered together separated after saying goodbye.

However, although Black did not go to 4 Privet Drive, he treated Uncle Vernon and his family and Harry to a sumptuous lunch at a Michelin restaurant in London.

Of course, if you want to have a sumptuous Michelin meal in London, there are many options. Basically, apart from French food, there is French food, French food, and authentic French food.

But as the saying goes, eating without exercising will only make you gain dead flesh.

So after returning to number 4 Privet Drive, Harry checked Daly’s training results during this period.

The result made Harry very satisfied. Daly got a girlfriend, won the heavyweight boxing championship, and was featured in a youth sports magazine. He was evaluated as a promising athlete and a rising star.

So naturally, Harry was ready to advance Dali’s training to the second stage.

So Daly, who was showing off his achievements during this period of time just a second ago, immediately complained bitterly when he heard that Harry was going to give him more training.

He also took out his trophy and the magazine, saying that Harry was taking revenge on him for being envious of him for winning the heavyweight boxing championship.

Harry had a strange look on his face in response to Dudley’s protest.

After tidying up his words, Harry returned to his room under Daly’s victorious gaze and took out his Order of Merlin, First Class, and Order of the Tulip, Third Class, from his luggage.

“this.”

Harry pointed to the Order of Merlin, First Class in his hand.

“It’s roughly equivalent to the Order of the British Empire, the one awarded by the Queen herself.”

“This one is a little worse.”

When Dali opened his mouth subconsciously, Harry pointed to the third-class Tulip medal in his hand.

“It’s from Holland. It’s roughly equivalent to an Officer of the Order of the British Empire?”

Harry put the medal aside and looked at Daly calmly.

It was as if the thing he just held in his hand was not a medal that could turn him from ‘No baddy’ into the old London Citibank, and everyone would call him ‘Sir’ from then on.

“So, what did you just say?”

Looking at Harry in front of him, Daly swallowed silently.

“I say, when do we start training?”

“Now.”

When Harry finished the first round of Phase 2 training with Dali, Dali went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Aunt Petunia quietly walked over to Harry and handed him a cup of hot tea.

“It’s been dangerous this year.”

“Thank you.”

Harry took the cup of hot tea from Aunt Petunia and took a sip before speaking.

“Fortunately, although many things have been out of control and there have been some unexpected developments, overall it’s all good.”

Aunt Petunia looked at Harry holding his teacup and sighed.

“In the past… Lily was the same. I never really understood what Hogwarts was…”

Looking at Aunt Petunia, Harry smiled.

“It’s okay, auntie. Next time I get the medal, I’ll invite you to the ceremony. Then you’ll be able to see what Hogwarts really looks like.”

Aunt Petunia shook her head.

“I hope you won’t get these medals anymore and just live in peace…”

The atmosphere in the kitchen fell into silence for a moment.

“All right!” Aunt Petunia clapped her hands.

“It’s almost time to prepare dinner, Harry, come and help. I’ve learned some new dishes recently, and the newspaper said they are good for fitness. Can you help me with those chicken breasts?”

It turns out that there may be delicious dishes published in newspapers in the world, but British newspapers are definitely not among them.

At dinner, when Harry stuffed the chicken breast that he had spent half a day preparing into his mouth.

Harry, whose tongue had been spoiled by the house elves at Hogwarts, had to summon the fortitude of a paladin and tell himself, ‘You’ve eaten worse things than this in your adventures in the past, so keep smiling and finish this damn chicken breast… Well, you can add some pepper and lemon juice to make it more palatable.’

When Harry opened his eyes the next day, his holiday life officially began.

As always, a good day starts with early exercise.

But now, Harry didn’t need to lift the quilt, Dali could get up from the bed consciously.

After morning exercise and breakfast, Harry and Black, who came to pick him up, officially started a busy day.

There were two small problems standing in the way of Harry’s media plans.

The first thing was to get the Ministry of Magic to issue Harry a license. Harry easily solved the first part of this step thanks to his relationship with the Ministry.

Then he fell into a horrible hell called clerical hell.

After all, it is something that does not exist in the wizarding world and has to be introduced from Muggles.

Although Fudge nodded, Fudge’s nod as the Minister of Magic was only the first step in the process.

Soon Harry began to face the awkward situation where either all departments had to take care of a matter, or no department had to take care of it.

Although theoretically this matter should be handled by the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department, it is clear that the bureaucrats in the Ministry of Magic have different views on this matter.

After all, the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts is responsible for the misuse of Muggle artefacts, but now this thing is legal. If it is legal, it is not abuse, so it is naturally not under the management of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts.

After taking the lead in kicking out the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department, a department with only two people, the bureaucrats in the Ministry of Magic began to show what it means to be British and orthodox.

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Although it was not the first time that Harry had dealt with a government agency, this time made Harry understand what it meant to be a British bureaucrat.

They may not understand what “Internet” and “TV” mean, but they understand what power means.

In short, when Harry needed to apply for a license, from the Department of International Magical Cooperation to the Department of Magical Games and Sports, they all jumped out to declare that they had jurisdiction over the Internet and television.

That’s according to the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

You use TV and the Internet to watch programs, right?

So what shows are the most popular in the UK?

It’s Quidditch, of course.

Since you are broadcasting Quidditch, and Quidditch is a sport, then television and the Internet are under the jurisdiction of my Department of Magical Games and Sports.

The Department of International Magical Cooperation said that what you said is bullshit!

The Internet and television are commodities, right? If they are commodities, then they involve trade.

Since it involves trade, it should be managed by my International Magic Trade Standards Committee.

You guys, a bunch of stinky ball players, know nothing about trade!

Broomsticks aren’t enough for you, are they? Do you know how to spell the word “standard”?

In short, the reality was far worse than Harry’s worst imagination.

Because when these departments started arguing, in order to comply with procedural justice, they began to prepare for numerous hearings, ready to resolve the issue in the most traditional way.

Of course, it is said to be the most traditional way, but in fact it is not that traditional.

Because if we really follow tradition, the representatives of the departments fighting for jurisdiction should throw gloves to each other and then find a place to use magic wands to decide who has the real jurisdiction.

But like the International Statute of Secrecy, wizard duels are now banned in the UK.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic can only resolve the problem in the most traditional way within the legal framework, which is to hold a hearing.

Although Harry also went to see Fudge, hoping that the Minister could help.

But in response to Harry’s request, Fudge could only say that his authority as a minister was limited, but the areas where he needed to exercise his authority between departments were unlimited.

I must use my limited authority in more critical areas.

Looking at Harry, Fudge said earnestly, “Harry, you don’t think Rita is an easy person to talk to, do you?”

Hearing this, Harry could only express his gratitude to Fudge for his early support for this project.

Then we started waiting for the masters from the Ministry of Magic to discuss and come up with a set of rules.

But fortunately, although the procedures of the Ministry of Magic are a bit ridiculous.

However, Draco’s negotiations, who was temporarily staying at the Black family’s house, were progressing very smoothly, unusually smoothly.

Almost all of Western Europe, the agency revenue Draco negotiated was 70% to 30%.

Even so, those agents who only took 30% were still grateful to Draco.