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Half an hour earlier, while they were still in the Ravenclaw common room, Aileen had already communicated with little Luna in advance. For a long time to come, Luna Lovegood, the trainee Wing, would be primarily responsible for photographing and writing the new "Hogwarts Gourmet Guide" section in *The Quibbler*.

In addition, Luna would also be responsible for the distribution and sales of *The Quibbler* in Hogwarts every week.

This included distributing the publication during breakfast each day, promoting it in the common rooms of each house in the evening, as well as interviewing teachers and students about their dining experiences, and assessing the taboos and tastes of various dishes.

Therefore, compared to the other two little witches, Luna, the youngest and most closely associated with *The Quibbler*, seemed the most calm after hearing Aileen's arrangements, showing no surprise or unexpected expression other than continuing to focus on eating.

There was no doubt that Luna was far more unfazed than her father, Xenophilius.

The most direct proof was that even when she was suddenly surrounded by enthusiastic Hufflepuff wizards, Luna Lovegood showed no panic or fear — she even had the mind to recommend *The Quibbler* to the older students who were passing her seasoning, her silver-gray eyes sparkling with an irresistible curiosity.

If Aileen hadn't dispersed the crowd, they might have already received several advance orders for the next issue of *The Quibbler* — in this respect, Mr. Lovegood, who lacked in looks, was clearly no match for Luna.

You know, the most important thing to becoming a successful salesperson is not eloquence, but being cute.

Aileen even suspected that if the doting father had the whim to print Luna's photo on the magazine cover, *The Quibbler* might have already become one of the best-selling publications.

"But..."

Aileen paused slightly, looking at Luna meaningfully, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Photography is not a simple skill. If you want to take beautiful pictures that make people feel hungry at a glance, you need to learn a lot — not to mention, this is just a part of your future work. If all goes well, you may have to live in Hogwarts Castle often."

The photographic equipment used in the wizarding world is mainly based on some cameras from the non-magical world that have been modified with magic. Although there may be some differences in the principle of imaging and recording methods compared to the non-magical world, the basic knowledge of framing, exposure, and color supplementation is mostly universal.

As a pioneer who has experienced the information flow bombardment era of later generations, Aileen, even if she cannot be considered completely professional in this regard, is already one of the best compared to most people in this era — at least she can barely tutor Luna in photography skills alone and lead her into the door of art.

As everyone knows, a food critic who can't take photos and edit pictures is not a good Potions master.

"Okay, no problem. As long as I can help, I'm willing to learn."

Luna nodded quickly, saying seriously, "As for Dad, I'll talk to him. Over the years, as long as I insist on something, he will eventually give in."

"Very good, then I'll leave it to you." Aileen nodded in satisfaction.

Although she doesn't have a fixed bed in Ravenclaw House, as long as she updates the question bank occasionally, there should be plenty of empty beds in the Ravenclaw common room — if that doesn't work, she can also consider working as a part-time math tutor. Anyway, she already has a Potions assistant title, so she doesn't mind having more.

After simply assigning Luna's work, Aileen turned her head back to the two little wings who were in a petrified state.

It seems that the few dark dishes she made on a whim a few days ago still haven't faded away for these two little lolis. Marmite and Surströmming pairing, is it really not possible to fight poison with poison...

"So, Hermione, Hannah, do you have any problem writing two thousand words a day?"

Aileen asked with a smile. Two thousand words is a normal and qualified standard for a part-time online writer. For Hermione and Hannah, who only have three classes a day, it is not too much pressure at all.

In fact, after the two gradually adapt to the rhythm, Aileen also plans to increase this standard to four thousand words a day, and let Luna also join the creation.

If you want to become a core think tank member of the future "Hogwarts Consortium," you don't necessarily need to be proficient in writing, but at least you must be above the passing line. After all, according to Aileen's vision, the group they face in the future is not just this small group of people in the wizarding world — the entire human society is the real stage for wizards to shine.

Therefore, in order to ensure that all the wings will not fall behind midway...

For those little guys who try to delay or owe drafts, Aileen will never be soft-hearted, even her closest little wings are not allowed to slack off in the update of food reviews.

"Um, I have a suggestion!"

Unexpectedly, this time it was Hannah who took the initiative to raise her hand to question. You know, as a complete airhead, it is really rare to ask questions actively, unless...

"Huh?" Aileen raised her eyebrows curiously.

"If I don't write enough two thousand words, can Hermione help me?"

Hannah said quickly, with a very serious expression on her face, as if she was facing a terrible enemy.

Sure enough! Aileen's mouth raised, and a trace of expectation flashed in her eyes.

As a "poor student" who is not good at learning (compared to her and Hermione), only this heavy academic pressure (not), will force Hannah to stand up, but...

"Of course... not possible!" Aileen shook the little dull hair on her head happily, "Do your own thing, copying homework and asking others to help complete homework are not the right ideas — yes, daily food thoughts are one of your homework."

"Eh?! Then, or say it this way..."

The expression on Hannah's face froze, and then she quickly continued to think of ways to turn around.

"What I mean is that since the two of us are responsible for the content sections at the same time, from the result, the total number of manuscripts can be a total of four thousand words. Of course, I am happy to record my feelings and will try to write after-dinner feelings, but..."

Hannah said, while blinking expectantly at Hermione Granger in front of her, hinting at the tacit understanding of the "Resistance White Hair Ball Alliance," all forces should be united at this time.

As long as she and Hermione cooperate, they still have a chance to fight against Aileen.

"I don't think it will work, this is wrong."

However, before Aileen could answer, Hermione shook her head and refused.

Eeeeee!!!

Granger?! Hannah opened her eyes wide and looked at the little beaver in front of her with a pleading expression.

"Just like Aileen said just now, you have to do your own homework!"

Hermione said in a serious manner, with a hint of playfulness and smugness in her eyes, "But, you don't have to worry, at least I will send you back to the Hufflepuff common room after you fall down after eating those novel dishes."

"Granger, how can you do this!" Hannah puffed up her cheeks, and the fragile white hair ball defense line collapsed instantly.

"Believe me Hannah, I think you can do it."

Hermione spread her hands generously, analyzing very calmly, "Not to mention that this is not a very difficult job, and trying dishes always needs someone to complete it, those terrible dark dishes will appear sooner or later, if you think in an optimistic direction — it's better to fall down one than the whole army to be wiped out."

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Goo ah~

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