Not in the sense that I had the urge to procreate right now, no..... but, uh. we'll see. So I came up with an unexpected and banal idea: Children need toys. I didn't expect such originality from myself, honestly! Okay, to the point. After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that in my childhood we had a Soviet record player in our family. I liked to listen to stories about a fox and a silly rooster, who were always kidnapped by the fox and rescued by a cat, as well as the story of Gulliver. I listened to these records. And my logic with a crooked ruler led me to the idea: since I started with music, I'll start with that.
So I took a couple of sheets of paper, a pen, and while I wasn't paying attention, I wrote out this whole uncomplicated idea of "from" to "to". I don't know if Great Britain already has such records, but even if they don't, now my people will take care of this issue, and by Christmas the first records will be ready (I emphasized this date so that they hurry up and don't spare money), and I also added that they should make a batch of "Caskets" of "budget" version, that is, cheaper and simpler, only the main function.
That way more people will be able to buy them. By the way, it is also worth mentioning that customers actively participate in the introduction of new music, i.e. they send letters with wishes, fill in special cards in the store. In this way, the assortment has expanded considerably, but unfortunately there have also been cases when the wishes of the customers could not be fulfilled.
The national songs of the Masai are not available anywhere. But the fugitive Russian "Belyaks" themselves brought a whole stack of vinyl records with old romances and asked to "digitize" them. The request was granted, of course, and free of charge and with bonuses for customers. These songs even without understanding the lyrics "take the soul", so even the native English were not bad to buy Russian romances. We introduced the service of listening to the goods before buying records just recently, having made a room with an expanded space.
I suggested to Lizzie that I should move here from the hotel until the villa was finished, and then I would move there myself. Lizzie just yawned (she was tired of herself), pushed me down on the bed, sat with her head on my shoulder, hugged me, and fell fast asleep. Well, I'll take that as a yes.
Monday morning was already a bit familiar: getting out of the blonde's long legs without waking her, taking a shower, a set of household charms, and apparating to the gates of Hogwarts. But this time I arrived a little earlier than usual, so I found very few early birds at the tables in the Great Hall. When I had finished my breakfast, sipping green tea from a large cup and leafing through a fresh French Potions magazine, a group of Slytherins entered the hall.
A few of them turned their attention to me and nodded, to which I responded in kind. All in all, they were all rank and proper, but the next thing I knew, my spirits were lifted considerably. At the back of the group was a clearly sleep-deprived Astoria. She was walking, rubbing her sleepy eyes, accidentally (or not?) turning her head in my direction and losing her step, stopping, not taking her eyes off me.
I nod, smiling. The girl flinches, blushes sharply, turns her head away, and mechanically walks over to the faculty table and sits down with her back to me. I see, the girl already knows. Her sister didn't even look at me, but her friend and mistress looked at me, grinned and whispered something to Daphne. I wonder how much this "natural blonde" has told her mistress? I have to talk to her about this, and if she doesn't bite her tongue, I'll put a stamp on it.
The day went smoothly, I mean as smoothly as possible in a school where the vast majority of the teachers are freaks, even in the magical community. In the evening, apart from Hermione and Luna, no one came to see me, but that was for the best because things were getting busy again.
I was glad that Granger hadn't shown the book to anyone, which meant that the version with the bribed spy/agent hadn't been confirmed. I could tell by the fact that one of the pages in the book was my shikigami, programmed to destroy the book under certain conditions. I had already noticed that the girl looked tired and very withdrawn, so her words about "swallowing" the book didn't surprise me at all.
However, the girl had a complication with the juxtaposition of information she had and received. So Monday night dragged on. While I was putting the hieroglyphic columns on the stone slabs for the greenhouse, Luna took on the task of clarifying and explaining what Hermione didn't understand from the first book, sometimes I added something since I had a much larger base. In fact, I gave Luna a set of books as soon as I received the first batch.
The girl read the laws very slowly, but very thoughtfully, and we discussed a lot of things with her. It turned out that I had misunderstood a few things myself, not critically, but unpleasantly.
It was a quarter to midnight, and Hermione had just calmed down after learning about the existence of special rituals that could help you determine many things about yourself, including the question of your freedom. Without it, the girl could not calm down at all and refused to go to bed. When she left, I used the new hiding artifact to take Luna to her living room, safely past the patrolling teacher.