... newspapers, or briefly skim through magazines to unwind before bed.

Therefore, Aileen was especially confident that as long as wizards opened the new *The Quibbler* during these two time slots, the colorful and fragrant Hogwarts delicacies would have a demonic effect far surpassing any late-night food shows from her past life.

Furthermore, if she could solve the issues of magical industrial iteration and mass production in the future, Aileen even wanted to try making the moving pictures in *The Quibbler* emit fragrances. With the help of Grindelwald, Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, and other charm masters, she believed this was not an impossible fantasy.

Once the entire wizarding world's appetite was whetted, the magical world, with its "Round-Faced Chubby Chicken Always Delivers," "Floo Powder Self-Service Pick-Up," "Portkey Table Summoning," and "Deluxe Magical Creature Express Line," could build a complete logistics kingdom in just one month.

However, before that, the first step was to ensure the popularity and smooth operation of *The Quibbler* in its initial stages.

"Mr. Lovegood will continue to serve as the editor-in-chief and chief illustrator of *The Quibbler*, responsible for the layout, review, and corresponding cartoon illustrations; Luna will be responsible for photography, sales, and interview support, and will primarily serve as my personal secretary at other times; Hermione, you will be fully responsible for all content review, manuscript review, and production; as for communication and exchange within and outside the school, as well as transcription and urging illustrators, Hannah, you will be in charge of all of that from now on."

Aileen elegantly burped, put down her teacup, and softly summarized:

"Finally, I will be in control of everything involving overall planning, financial expenditures, public opinion, and policy support. In short, if everything goes smoothly, in a week, the entire wizarding world will usher in an unprecedented era. And we are the pioneers leading this era of change."

...

"Oh my God! What time is it?!"

"We're done for, we're probably going to lose points. How did we not hear the bell?"

"Relax, it's not a big deal. A Hogwarts learning experience without skipping class is incomplete..."

By the time Aileen and the others left the Hogwarts kitchen, they realized it was almost three in the afternoon.

Without a doubt, there were two more truants in today's afternoon 【Defense Against the Dark Arts】class, besides Aileen. Of course, the white-haired little dumpling would never admit that she had secretly ordered the house-elf Beryl to block the school bell or used magic to slow down the time displayed on the wall clocks.

Fortunately, after the scare from "Mr. Otto" during lunch, Professor Quirrell was now somewhat absent-minded and didn't notice any students skipping class.

As for going back to the classroom... it was impossible to be late. Since they had already missed it, they might as well just ignore the stuttering, thespian "two-faced professor" and happily play with their wings.

Aileen had always firmly believed in the principle that a lively, daredevil little dove was definitely better than a round-faced chubby chicken who offered herself up to be cooked. As the saying goes, being late is dove behavior, and not showing up is also dove behavior. Since they're both *Gu Gu Gu*, they might as well go all the way, be doves in a justified and free manner...

Another reason was that, according to the news from the house-elves, the discussion in the headmaster's office upstairs was almost coming to an end. It was estimated that in about half an hour, the Ministry of Magic delegation and Xenophilius Lovegood would leave Hogwarts.

Therefore, Aileen and the others simply took Luna to wander around the castle, acting as guides to introduce the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to the little Luna angel, who had transformed into a curious baby, as well as some interesting stories that had happened at the school this semester.

"This is the Hufflepuff House's Happy Farm, but I prefer to call it the Hogwarts Orchard."

Strolling on the lawn next to the Hufflepuff Tower, Aileen noticed the curious expression in Luna's eyes, smiled slightly, and plucked a bunch of grapes from the nearby vines, handing them to Luna.

At the same time, the white-haired dumpling turned her head to look at Hermione and Hannah, who were standing beside her, and said softly in a tempting tone.

"Come, come, just pick whatever looks good to you and taste it."

"But..."

Hermione turned back and glanced at the "Warning Sign" standing at the entrance of the vegetable garden, her expression a little hesitant.

"It's okay, not to mention that the Hufflepuff students are still in class, and there are no surveillance or magical protection mechanisms in the vegetable garden. Even if we get caught, what can they do? I'm the Hogwarts head chef, and you are the designated review panel for all the dishes on the table. Isn't it natural to eat a few fruits and check the quality of the fruits and vegetables?"

As she spoke, Aileen peeled a large banana and held it to Hannah's mouth.

The power of magic in agricultural production was truly amazing. Germination charms, magic fertilizers, magical planting techniques, temperature control... not only easily solved the difficulty of planting, but also greatly shortened the maturation time of plants, and they were all non-toxic, harmless, and pollution-free natural green fruits and vegetables.

Looking around the lush green Hufflepuff vegetable garden, filled with ripe fruits and delicious vegetables, Aileen, while biting the juicy and sweet peach in her hand, couldn't help but think of several new ideas.

However, one must take one bite at a time, and do things one at a time.

As long as there was such a school-wide farming atmosphere and a sufficient number of skilled farmers, whether it was expanding production capacity or introducing standardized tutorials, or even establishing off-campus crop bases, or even large-scale magical plant greenhouses...

All of this would be a predictable and beautiful future.

...

Half an hour later, when Aileen and the others returned to the Hogwarts Castle gate, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Otto, and the guests who had come to Hogwarts today had already come down.

Cornelius Fudge was walking at the forefront, but looking at the helpless expression on the young wizard's face, it seemed that he was trying to avoid Xenophilius Lovegood, who was chasing him not far behind, excitedly and curiously.

For Xenophilius Lovegood, as long as he adjusted his mindset and actively transformed his shape into the "Hogwarts Consortium," he quickly discovered the irresistible privileges within it.

For example, he wouldn't have been able to chase after the Minister of Magic and ask questions like this before.

On the long bridge in front of the Hogwarts Castle gate, Dumbledore stopped, smiled and nodded at Aileen and the others who were coming forward, then turned to look at Fudge and Mr. Lovegood, and said in a light tone.

"Well, I'll see you all here. If you have any questions later, we can contact each other by owl at any time."

"No problem, goodbye Professor Dumbledore."

"Thank you for the hospitality, Hogwarts is great, we are very relieved to leave these children to you."

"Professor Dumbledore, then I'll leave it to you."

After the Ministry of Magic members thanked and bid farewell one by one, they pressed the top hats on their heads, picked up the "Hogwarts specialty" in their hands, and apparated away from Hogwarts.

"But this week will be busy! Professor Dumbledore, you've given me a tough job."

Xenophilius Lovegood naturally didn't plan to stay here either. The man shook his head in distress, his tone half excited and half worried, and gently stretched out his hand towards his daughter not far away. *The Quibbler* had never undergone such a big change.

"Luna, let's go, we should go home."

However, facing the outstretched hand of her father, Luna Lovegood bit her lip and took a small step back instead.

The girl's silver-gray eyes flickered with reluctance and determination, and she gently shook her head, looking at the gradually stiff face of Xenophilius Lovegood.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I..."