HP: Hogwart's Journey

In the wizarding world, there are advertisements. For example, during a grand Quidditch match, advertisements for flying brooms, stain removers, wizard robes, and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans have been seen. However, it seems these ads are just about promoting products, not using the fame of individuals to sell things.

Except for Chocolate Frogs.

In fact, the immense popularity of Chocolate Frogs is almost a reflection of how the magical world didn't realize the potential of using famous people's faces to promote products. This brings to mind how insane FGO is; they can create countless variations of characters, even offering them in two genders... If only those people were still alive, there would probably be a huge controversy. 

Robert and the others exchanged glances. Cliff turned to Mrs. Weasley and explained, "In the Muggle world, when a new product, whether it's clothes or a watch, is released, it needs promotion. But since Muggle society is vast, we can't personally approach everyone. So, we usually invite people with good looks and good charisma to wear the new clothes, carry the new watches, and take photos. These images are then shown in newspapers and magazines to create publicity."

Mrs. Weasley looked even more confused. "Publicity?"

"Yes," Cliff replied. "Even in the wizarding world, there must be more than just Madam Malkin making clothes. She knows that the more you sell, the more Galleons you earn. This is why, when I introduced the concept of a spokesperson, Madam Malkin immediately agreed to sign the contract. I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you call it here, but we call it a contract."

Mrs. Weasley had a feeling that something profound was happening, and after some persuasion from Cliff and Elsa, she reluctantly accepted that her two mischievous sons were probably going to become famous.

Shopping can be both fun and painful. By noon, they had finished shopping. Robert declined the suggestion to buy new books, saying he had enough used ones, so there was no need to waste Galleons. The twins got a bunch of second-hand items, but due to an extra income, Mrs. Weasley finally grit her teeth and let them buy new wands.

Watching the twins happily circle around with their new wands, Robert couldn't help but feel happy too. In his heart, he began to develop a slight sense of recognition toward Cliff, his adoptive father.

As they were about to leave Diagon Alley, Mr. Weasley returned.

"Molly, children, did you have fun?" Mr. Weasley asked with a big smile, hugging everyone, and then giving Robert a hug. "Alright, kid, I've got some good news to tell you. I can't wait anymore. Actually, I brought something from your parents."

He pulled out a small box and handed it to Robert. "This is the key to the vault. You can go to Gringotts and see if your parents left you anything." He pointed toward a tall white building with shining bronze doors. "I believe Molly has already taken you there. That's the only wizard bank, very secure. As long as you have the key, kid."

Robert turned around and glanced at Elsa and Cliff. They were both smiling at him.

Taking a deep breath, Robert stepped forward to accept the box and bowed to Mr. Weasley. "Thank you very much, Mr. Weasley."

Mr. Weasley laughed heartily, his red hair looking even more vibrant. "It's nothing, kid. It's the least I could do. You know, Anna always lent us her notes, and Char, well, he's always with us in class—oh, no, I meant to say, he's always with us in class. Hahaha!" 

Under Mrs. Weasley's glare, he quickly corrected himself, though it didn't seem to help much.

During the final moments spent together as a family, Robert and Cliff didn't just sit idly by. Cliff spent the night drawing up some designs, intending to show them to Madam Malkin. After learning about the magical creatures like owls... he became a lazy designer. One who wouldn't lift a finger for 300 days of the year.

Later, during a family dinner, Robert finally learned why Cliff had orders in London. It wasn't because he was selling clothes, but because he and his friends were planning to start their own business. They just hadn't figured out which area to dive into yet, so they were accepting some small orders and producing on a small scale at a friend's factory.

At this, Robert had an amusing thought. 

"A convenience store?" Cliff widened his eyes. "But we don't make food."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood," Robert said, shaking his finger. "I'm not talking about that kind of store. Do you know about lifestyle proposal shops?"

Cliff looked a bit lost.

Robert shrugged. Alright, this was an era before people had been brainwashed by MUJI, though it had probably been around for a few years. So, Robert explained the concept to Cliff.

Simply put, in my store, I only sell my products. My things may not be the best, but they're definitely the most suitable for you. This minimalist lifestyle might not be well-known now, but Robert knew that in the near future, it would become an energetic and unstoppable trend.

Robert's words opened up a new world for Cliff, who couldn't help muttering, "Could it be that all wizard kids are this smart?"

Annoyed, Robert shot him countless eye-rolls. 

So, at Robert's request, this eager-to-show-off man whisked away his beloved Aunt Elsa.

Robert was left in a whirlwind of emotions. "What the hell, this little guy is bad to the core!" 

He clenched his teeth. Was he just going to leave without taking responsibility?

And so, it was finally time for the start of school. Robert originally planned to stay at the Leaky Cauldron, but the day before school started, Cliff, looking bright and refreshed, found him.

"Let us at least send you off for the first semester," Cliff said. "Of course, if possible, I hope we can send you off every time."

Alright, even though it sounded a bit emotional, Robert still thought, "I really want to punch you."

Muttering to himself, Robert quickly packed his things: textbooks, clothes, necessary supplies, and... 

He touched his arm. From his assassin heritage, he had learned the method of making a sleeve sword. To be honest, he could easily make his wand appear in his hand in an instant. The problem was, typical sleeve swords are only about 10–11 inches long, and his wand was 12 inches. So the question was, if he shortened the wand, would it still work?

In the end, he decided to make a few wand holders and tried attaching them to his waist, arms, and shoes. Ultimately, he gave up and just made a few protective gadgets.

"Kid, I guess it's all about fun after all," Robert muttered to himself, though he wouldn't tell anyone it was because his limbs were too short to properly attach a wand holder without restricting movement. 

(End of Chapter)