With the money he had withdrawn from the bank, Charlen had already made plans for what to do next.
He was not particularly skilled at managing or running a company, so he had to find someone else to do it.
This was not a difficult task.
Looking across the entirety of Great Britain, was it really impossible to find talent in this area?
If he couldn’t find anyone here, looking abroad would yield the same results.
It took Charlen almost no effort to recruit a group of people and establish the Arceus Game Company.
He chose London for the company’s headquarters since it was nearby—both Diagon Alley and Platform 9 3/4 at King’s Cross Station were located in London.
Most of the employees in the company were technicians.
Since Charlen himself could provide the Pokémon character designs, making the first Pokémon game was not that difficult.
However, he was not so overconfident as to assume Pokémon would definitely become as famous as it had been in his previous life.
Therefore, in addition to the game department, he also established an animation department specifically to produce Pokémon anime.
Perhaps when Harry went home for the summer holidays after his first year, he would catch a glimpse of the television while sneaking a peek and discover that the things he had learned at school were being broadcast as TV programs.
By the time Charlen returned to Hogwarts, it was already Sunday evening.
Everything was business as usual in the reserve.
Because the reserve was large enough, a natural ecological balance had slowly begun to form.
Unless Charlen introduced a massive number of species all at once, there would basically be no disruption.
And a “massive number” would mean at least hundreds of thousands of Pokémon before it could cause any real impact.
As for now, let alone reaching the carrying capacity of the environment, the entire reserve could even be described as a bit too empty.
After all, with such a vast space, the number of Pokémon in the reserve was only slightly over a thousand.
Moreover, the vast majority of them were Rattata, Tauros, and Caterpie.
Inside the reserve, in addition to ordinary plants, some berry trees were also planted.
At the very beginning, there were only Oran Berry trees, but later Charlen found that the breeding house provided by the system contained quite a few varieties of berries, so he planted them using those seeds.
Additionally, he had transplanted some magical plants.
Placing these magical plants and Pokémon in the same ecosystem to see if they would form any unique reactions was also one of his research topics.
Whether Pokémon droppings, the pollen of Oran Berries and other berry trees, or the energy of Grass-type Pokémon could have any effect on magical plants was still unknown.
Once he finally managed to settle down, Charlen realized he had not prepared his lessons yet.
Only when he actually started teaching did he realize that things were not that simple.
Even though years one through seven seemed to be learning similar things on the surface, in reality, their ability to comprehend was completely different, meaning their learning progress was also completely different.
For example, in the last class, the seventh years had already had a practical battle with Pokémon.
But the first years had not even fully grasped the most basic Pokémon type matchups.
Especially Neville—his memory was practically nonexistent.
He had not even figured out the relationship between the three basic types: Water, Fire, and Grass.
Near the end of the class, Charlen had even heard him muttering under his breath: “Water beats Fire, Fire beats Grass, Grass beats Water, Water beats—” After just three sentences, his face crumpled up, his chubby little hand scratched his head, and his lines became: “Water beats Grass, Grass beats Fire, Fire beats Fire…” Of course, Charlen also knew that a bad memory was not his fault.
Neville’s current symptoms looked a bit like the sequelae of being subjected to too many Memory Charms; people like that usually did not have great memories.
However, this was something that could recover over time.
Neville could not even remember the password in his first year, and would lose it even if he wrote it down on paper, but after his fifth year, his talent slowly began to show.
While he was not incredibly outstanding, he was at least at a normal level.
So Charlen would not dislike him just because of his poor memory.
On the contrary, he believed no one would dislike this cute alternative “Chosen One”—the Gryffindor Swordmaster, a man who truly inherited the martial virtue of Gryffindor!
Charlen felt that if Neville really was not that skilled in charms, perhaps it would be better to let him change paths as early as possible.
He could not delay the training of the Swordmaster.
As for magic, a Lumos was quite enough.
Who could say a wizard who only knew Lumos was not a real wizard?
“The first-year students should continue learning type matchups.
It’s a pity that the magical energy of Hogwarts interferes with electronic products.
Otherwise, I could just bring the first-generation Pokémon game over for every student to play.
Shoving knowledge down students’ throats is obviously not as good as learning through play.” In contrast, the third-year young wizards progressed much faster.
Basically, most of them could memorize the type matchups pretty well in the first class.
But before letting them interact with Pokémon, they still needed to understand Pokémon habits.
For instance, Pokémon like Pikachu do not like people touching the electric sacs on their cheeks.
If someone rashly stroked them just because they looked cute, they would get struck by lightning!
However, in Charlen’s eyes, wizards were also a kind of magical creature.
Even if their magic resistance was not as high as giants or trolls, they were still stronger than average Muggles.
Getting shocked by Pikachu should not be lethal.
After all, not every Pikachu was Ash’s overpowered Pikachu.
The next day’s classes went smoothly as well, but Charlen noticed that more and more young wizards were looking at him with increasingly respectful eyes.
Presumably, they had received some warnings from their parents over the weekend.
Especially those wizards from Slytherin.
Every single one of them looked like a mouse seeing a cat when they saw him, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Although every pure-blood family desperately claimed they did not participate in that one-sided wizard duel, one could actually tell which ones had conflicts with Charlen based on their current attitudes toward him.
But Charlen naturally would not take the grudges of the older generation out on his students.
…
The first-years’ Flying Class started in their second week of school.
Gryffindor’s Flying Class was scheduled together with Slytherin on Thursday.
This almost wore away Harry’s anticipation of flying.
Even though school had only started a week ago, those young Slytherin wizards had already left a very bad impression on Harry.
Especially Malfoy and his two lackeys.
In Harry’s eyes, Malfoy was just as annoying as Dudley.
No!
He was even more annoying than Dudley!
“Just our luck.
Exactly as I expected.
Making a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy,” Harry could already imagine himself being ridiculed by Malfoy.
And Malfoy’s flying skills went without saying.
Back in Diagon Alley in July, he had already bragged to Harry about riding broomsticks in the past.