"A year younger is a year younger. Anyway, learning magic is the most important thing."
George put down the newspaper and thought while eating.
He had actually considered which house he might be sorted into during the Sorting Ceremony.
He felt that Gryffindor was highly probable.
Gryffindor values courage, and he felt he was quite brave. Just yesterday, after taking over this body, he successfully planned and eliminated an Old Wizard.
"Good morning, Dora. Oh no, I should call you by your new name, George!"
The shop door was pushed open, and a young, vibrant Witch stepped in. It was Tonks, the female Auror from yesterday.
Seeing this, George put down his omelet and greeted her with a smile, "Good morning, Miss Tonks."
Tonks sat down opposite George without ceremony and ruffled his hair.
"Don't be so formal. From now on, just think of me as your sister."
George helplessly tidied his ruffled hair. He didn't reject Tonks's closeness and instead brought out a second breakfast he had prepared earlier from the side.
"I made an extra portion this morning. Let's eat together."
"How did you know I hadn't eaten breakfast? Hmm, what is this? It tastes really good!"
Tonks took a bite of the rolled omelet on the plate, and her eyes lit up. The soft pancake wrapped with vegetables and sausages had a unique flavor.
Her own cooking was a disaster, so she never made breakfast. She usually just bought something casual or skipped breakfast entirely and ate lunch instead.
While there were various cooking magic spells, the premise was that you had to know how to cook yourself to use them to save time and quickly make delicious food.
If you didn't know how to cook, even if you used cooking magic, with various ingredients and utensils flying everywhere, the food you ended up making would still be as unpalatable as ever.
This was the same principle as various household magic spells; you had to know how to do housework to use household magic well.
"This is called an omelet. It's made from eggs and flour, and the vegetables inside are shredded green peppers, shredded carrots…"
George briefly introduced the breakfast he made.
Of course, he didn't know if Tonks had eaten breakfast, but preparing it in advance, regardless of whether she had or not, would increase her goodwill.
"I didn't expect your cooking to be so good. I think you'll definitely be sorted into Hufflepuff when you're sorted."
Although she didn't understand George's introduction, Tonks still gave him a thumbs-up, which made George pause.
"I won't really go into Hufflepuff, will I?"
Then he shook his head. If it was Hufflepuff, it didn't really matter. He personally preferred Gryffindor, but he felt that no matter which house he was sorted into, there were pros and cons.
However, he still thought the possibility of Hufflepuff was relatively small.
Many Wizards who graduated from Hufflepuff chose the catering industry afterwards, but their emblem wasn't about knowing how to cook, but rather about having qualities of justice, loyalty, honesty, and fearlessness in hardship.
Choosing the catering industry was likely because their dormitory was closer to the kitchen, and they were influenced by osmosis.
And of these qualities, apart from the last one, he didn't seem to possess many of them.
After breakfast, led by Tonks, George began to go through the procedures for inheriting the estate.
And the first place they had to go was the famous Ministry of Magic.
"Hold my arm tightly. It might be a bit uncomfortable for a while, but bear with it; it'll be over quickly."
Tonks placed George's hand on her arm, first carefully explaining, then began to chant the spell.
"Apparition!"
A faint popping sound rang out, and Tonks and George instantly vanished from their original spot.
Knockturn Alley was not far from the Ministry of Magic, so she could Apparate directly with George, without wasting Floo powder.
"No wonder not all Wizards like to travel by Apparition."
George felt himself instantly enter a patch of darkness, followed by air pressure from all directions, squeezing him almost to the point of being unable to breathe.
It felt as if his chest was tightly bound by several iron hoops, his eyeballs were pushed back into his head, and his eardrums were pressed deep into his skull.
In short, it was very awkward and uncomfortable.
However, the duration was very short, feeling like only one or two seconds, before he saw light again.
"The first time is a bit uncomfortable. You'll get used to it later."
At this moment, Tonks's cackling laughter also reached his ears.
"Let's go, I'll take you to register first."
Thus, George was pulled towards the reception desk in the center of the hall, and he also curiously looked around.
"It's truly magnificent."
A moment later, he couldn't help but exclaim.
The floor was highly polished, dark wood, and the peacock-blue ceiling was inlaid with glittering golden symbols that constantly moved and changed, like a giant aerial bulletin board.
The walls on both sides were embedded with many gilded fireplaces, and Wizards in various costumes entered and exited through the fireplaces.
In the very center of the hall was a magic fountain, with five statues in it: a dashing male Wizard holding a wand high, a beautiful Witch, and surrounding them were a Centaur, a Goblin, and a House-elf.
The Centaur, Goblin, and House-elf all looked at the male Wizard and Witch with infinite admiration, seemingly having some special meaning.
Of course, that wasn't the main point. The main point was that these five statues, which looked two or three times larger than Zhenren (Immortal), were actually made of pure gold.
"The Daily Prophet, gentlemen, ladies, get your Daily Prophet."
Next to the fountain, a Wizard from The Daily Prophet was also selling newspapers.
At twelve noon, after a full four hours, George finally completed all the procedures for inheriting the estate and was once again Apparated back to the shop by Tonks.
"Strong on the outside, weak on the inside. No wonder Lord Voldemort dismantled it so easily."
This was George's complaint about the Ministry of Magic.
The entire Ministry of Magic looked very grand and luxurious, but in reality, the Wizards working inside were very lazy, extremely inefficient, and very corrupt.
If it weren't for Tonks leading him, he felt it would have been quite difficult to fully inherit the estate.
However, it wasn't without gains. At least he saw many interesting things in the Ministry of Magic.
Various magic items imbued with magic abilities through Alchemy, and various interesting small magic spells developed for convenience in office work, etc.
It was an eye-opener.
It also made him realize that while the magic in the Harry Potter World rarely had large-scale destructive power, mostly being functional magic, it didn't mean it was necessarily weak.
In fact, in some aspects, it was even more dangerous and terrifying.
Because many magic spells were very subjective, and could not be judged solely by their external destructive power.
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