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Chapter 244: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes
🕑 Added 2018-09-27 01:18:23 +0000 UTCEveryone deliberately neglected Ron's control by Peter Pettigrew, and their focus quickly shifted to Sirius. The Weasleys were very interested in his fugitive journey over the past six months and the truth of the events 13 years ago.
Fred and George kept asking questions, and their eyes shone with admiration.
Sirius made a few simple remarks about the details not mentioned in the newspaper, and everybody listened carefully. Percy even took notes and recorded them with his pen.
After talking for more than half an hour, the topic was transferred to other matters.
With the optimistic and cheerful character of Sirius, the Weasleys soon became intimate with him.
The atmosphere in the ward became more and more relaxed, and from time to time cheerful laughter sounded, in sharp contrast to the gloom of the other wards around.
Lupin, Sirius and Mrs. Weasley sat together to reminisce the past, while the rest sat around Ron's bed to exchange Christmas gifts and news of the past few days.
Ron took the owl out of the cage and he was discussing with Harry about giving the little pet a name, and Ginny was listening.
On the couch in front of the bed, Percy and Hermione whispered about the vacation assignments given by the professors before Christmas, future jobs, career arrangements, etc.
In half a year, Percy was going to graduate from Hogwarts.
He had already planned to work in the Ministry of Magic. He excelled in the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test, and was able to choose almost any department at his discretion. He was then hesitating between the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
In the corner, Fred and George showed Evan two of their new joke products developed in recent days, and Evan told them about the store.
Fred and George were so happy that they could not wait to go to the store immediately.
Since they were preparing for public sales, they decided to increase the output of joke products. Subject to funding constraints, they had finished only a few products and most of the research and development of products had not been achieved.
"Skiving Snackboxes, Fake Wands, Dungbombs, these products are selling particularly good right now. Demand exceeds supply; we can start from these things and raise sales volume a little." Fred took out a small notebook from his arm, full of various products blueprints and test data.
"There’s no problem with Fake Wands!" Evan looked back and carefully glanced at Hermione, lowering his voice and saying, "It's best to be careful about the Skiving Snackboxes and Dungbombs. Hermione especially hates these things. She thinks they are too unsanitary. "
“My mother thinks the same. She almost confiscated all our products!" Fred said with annoyance. "She found our order when she was cleaning the room. She had a big clash with us and burned it all up."
"We’ve lost a lot of money, and she will not allow us to do further research in this area." George went on to say, "She thinks it's not a good business. She asked us to devote more energy to our studies. Looking at her, she must hope for us to work in the Ministry of Magic like Dad and Percy. That would be terrible!”
Apparently sensing that the three of them were discussing something on the sly, Mrs. Weasley suddenly came up and Fred hastened to put his notebook back into his arms.
"What are you doing? Is it related to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" Mrs. Weasley asked gravely.
"No, we are exchanging holiday homework with Evan." Fred hurriedly said, waving his hand.
"Evan, didn’t you say you were a little thirsty? Let’s go and have a drink, and by the way, get some drinks for everyone!" George pulled Evan.
The three of them hurried out of the ward under Mrs. Weasley’s suspicious eyes.
"Mrs. Weasley is..." Evan was still a bit confused.
"You know, we've been keeping it a secret from Percy, Ron and Ginny about studying joke products." Fred explained, "Actually, only the three of us knew about this before mom found out."
“Everyone knows now. Mother was so angry.” George sighed and said with dismay, "Evan, you’d better be careful from now on. Mom has been investigating our funding sources and she is beginning to doubt you!" "
“Mrs. Weasley's reaction may have been a little overdone. It is not as bad as she thinks." Evan said, "In my opinion, opening a joke shop is no worse than going to the Ministry of Magic."
"We think so too. In fact, that’s the only career we want." Fred and George said in unison.
"Maybe we can talk to her..."
"Better not!" said Fred. "She won't say anything to you, but if she knows that we took so much money from you for research, it’s definitely going to be bad!"
"Yes, mom will kill us both, without hesitation!" George made a gesture on his neck.
Evan listened to Fred and George's complaints and didn't know what to do.
In any case, Mrs. Weasley would not agree with them opening a magic joke store unless they succeeded first.
They walked to the Tearoom on the fifth floor, and Hermione and Ginny chased them from behind.
"What are you doing here?" Fred asked vigilantly.
"Mother asked us to come and watch over the three of you. She looked worried, afraid that you would throw some Dungbombs in the corridor." Ginny said with a grin.
"Oh!" George looked at Ginny pitifully. "My dear little sister..."
"Don't worry, I’m not going to tell on you. I think the joke products you’ve created are very interesting! They’re very popular in school!" Ginny said.
"But you can't deny that those things are dangerous and extremely unsanitary. The Dungbomb is the most obvious example." Hermione didn't laugh, "Mrs. Weasley is right, you can't sell those things to others. This is..."
Before Hermione finished, Fred and George hurriedly pushed Evan out.
"She’s all yours, brother!" They took Ginny and hurried to the fifth floor. There were only two people in the corridor: Evan and Hermione.
Because Evan was so close, Hermione's face suddenly turned red.
"Don't blame Fred and George. They just want to bring a little joy to everyone." Evan could feel the breath of Hermione.
"I know..." Hermione whispered, and hurriedly took a step back.
The two of them stopped talking about the matter and talked about the decorations inside St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Evan and Hermione walked along the corridor through a set of double doors and found a rickety staircase lined with more portraits of brutal-looking Healers.
As they climbed it, the various Healers called out to them, diagnosing odd symptoms and suggesting horrible remedies.
They didn’t know where Fred, George and Ginny had gone, and didn't see them anywhere.
They both bought a few cans of drinks from the fifth floor and when they returned to the fourth floor, they suddenly stopped.
Not far ahead, behind the small window set into the double doors that marked the start of a corridor sign posted SPELL DAMAGE; a man was peering out at them all with his nose pressed against the glass. He had wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a broad vacant smile that revealed dazzlingly white teeth.
"Oh my goodness," Hermione suddenly screamed, "Professor Lockhart!"
