Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1145: Unruly

Chapter 1147 No rules

When Albert said that there would be guests later, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all felt bad for an instant.

It is obviously impossible for those who deserve Albert's special attention and make a trip because of this, otherwise they can solve the problem by themselves.

"It must be the poster of Constipation Man in the window. I said that it is too hateful." Shanna felt that Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were too much trouble, and they dared to take the mysterious man blatantly. Just kidding, it is not surprising to be targeted by Death Eaters. Even if they are not Death Eaters, someone may come to trouble them under the guise of Death Eaters.

"I don't think those people are that stupid." George didn't think the Death Eaters would dare to trouble them. After all, the Ministry of Magic stronghold was next door, and the Ministry of Magic was looking for Death Eaters everywhere, and no one was stupid enough to fall into the trap.

"Some people are jealous, some want to make trouble, some want to get rich, some think this store is in the way, and some want to exclude competitors." Albert's understatement made everyone feel relieved.

"How do you know... Oh, yes, divination, almost forgot about this?" Fred glanced at the magic mirror in the corner, and his eyes fell on the Marauder's Map that Albert had just handed over. .

"You guys have been too ostentatious recently. I think you should temporarily close the store and only accept owl mail orders." As soon as Albert finished speaking, Fred and George had strong reactions.

"That's for your safety, and after Hogwarts school starts, the business in this shop will gradually become deserted. The defense against the dark arts props are guaranteed by the specialty store next door, and the joke props will be handed over to Joko, your work will be much easier and safer by then."

"Looks like you've decided on Zuko!" Fred couldn't help laughing, it seems that it would be good to have a branch in Hogsmeade.

"Did you predict something bad?" George frowned slightly. He felt that Albert must have predicted something.

"No, I'm just in case." Albert shook his head and reminded: "Even if it's divination, it's not a panacea. It's always right to be careful, and it won't hinder us from making money anyway."

Ebert has been trying to record and rule out future troubles through divination, and find panel tasks for himself, but he doesn't want others to pin their hopes on him.

It is impossible for people not to make mistakes, and this can be seen from Dumbledore, so they cannot be allowed to rely too much on prophecies.

"Should we go next door and inform the Ministry of Magic?" Shanna looked away from the magic mirror and couldn't help suggesting, "Maybe, we can..."

"There is no one next door." Fred shook his head and interrupted.

"Can..."

"The Ministry of Magic is not an idiot, how could it keep people on vigil in Diagon Alley." Lee Jordan curled his lips in disdain and said, "Actually, patrolling during the day is just pretending to intimidate those who want to take the opportunity to make trouble." The guy, by the way, increases everyone's confidence in the Ministry of Magic, and it's not a big deal if you really get into trouble."

The actual level of the so-called crisis response team is really mediocre. It is incomparable to the Aurors, no, even the trainee Aurors. Kingsley complained a lot about it.

"I can handle them alone." Albert said domineeringly: "And, if you don't let them see the opportunity, do you think that group of villains will take the initiative to come to the door? They are not idiots."

"Is it too dangerous for you alone?" Shanna said worriedly: "No matter how bad we are, we should be able to help a little!"

"Are we going to catch them all this time?" Fred asked excitedly.

"It's the job of the Ministry of Magic to do everything in one go. We'd better not let them steal jobs. It's enough to teach those bad guys an unforgettable lesson." Albert didn't intend to do something thankless , the task is only for him to keep the "House of Joy" and the Defense Against the Dark Arts props store, not to catch everyone in the future.

As long as you hurt them, few people will dare to trouble them in the future.

The easiest way is actually to throw a few mandrake roots outside after they arrive, which is guaranteed to kill those unsuspecting guys, but in order not to spoil the atmosphere of the magic world, Albert In the end, I gave up the simplest way, so that it would be bad for others to throw Mandrake roots around as weapons in the future.

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At this moment, in a dilapidated house in Knockturn Alley, a group of cloaked men are meeting urgently.

"Is it too hasty?" The speaker's tone was full of anxiety.

"We can't give them any reaction time." The masked cloaked man reminded, "The more people know, the less likely it will be kept secret."

"I almost didn't realize it myself."

No way, no matter how you look at it, the plan is too rushed from formulation to execution.

"That's not the point." Another cloaked man said, "We must not let others suspect us."

"No, I've already taken care of it, and they are all on the most wanted list of the Ministry of Magic. After finishing this business, they will leave the UK with Gallon immediately." The speaker almost patted his chest and promised .

"Why not wait until late at night, or at dawn?"

"That's what they asked for."

Everyone here knows exactly what "they" refers to. The Death Eaters have been causing trouble for the Ministry of Magic recently.

This operation obviously also has the shadow of Death Eaters.

Of course, there are reasons for wanting the Death Eaters to take the blame.

"Do you have anything to say?" Mr. Toller looked sideways at his son.

"I think the biggest problem is that you have overlooked one person!" Kenneth reminded with a frown, "I suspect that the owner of that shop is not the Weasley twins at all, they don't have Garen, and those black people Magic defense items are not something they can make."

"You mean Albert Anderson?" Mr. Toller frowned slightly. Kenneth told him about it, and he could see that his son was very afraid of that guy named Anderson.

"Yes, the shop probably belongs to him, otherwise the Weasley family's poverty may not even be able to pay the rent of the shop. Anderson probably distributed the profits to the Weasley brothers and asked them to help. I used to like to do this in school." Kenneth looked at his father and warned: "You have never dealt with Anderson, you don't know how dangerous he is, and the other party is also a master of divination."

After Kenneth noticed the man-eating eyes cast by his father, he quickly shut his mouth and didn't dare to talk nonsense here, but he still hoped that his father would give up this stupid plan.

However, this is clearly not possible.

They once tried to manufacture and resell low-quality black magic defense items, but they were stuck by the monopoly of the Ministry of Magic, resulting in a large amount of goods piling up, and they owed a big debt. If they don't take action, it may not take long bankruptcy.

For the Toller family, who have been in the gray area all year round, how could they tolerate such a thing.

As long as that shop disappears, as long as the Ministry of Magic's specialty store disappears, and the magic world becomes chaotic again, they will naturally be able to easily benefit from it.

Yes, benefits.

If there is no benefit, who would be foolish enough to take the risk to serve as Voldemort's minion.

It can only be said that the people who gather here are all for their own interests.

Someone stands in their way to get rich, and they're here to make that guy disappear.

"You shouldn't have said those words just now."

After the cloaked people left, Mr. Toller stared at his son dissatisfied.

"You shouldn't push everything up." Kenneth frowned and said, "You didn't understand your enemy from the beginning, and you didn't even know what kind of guy you were about to face. "

"That's enough, I don't want to hear this, and we have no way out." Mr. Toller looked at his son and reminded him blankly: "Kenneth, you have to remember, you want to get out of the gray area. If you get money, don't talk to others about the rules, follow the steps, you will only make yourself lose in a mess."

"If you don't want to go, then stay here."

The Toller family had already set their sights on the big cake of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but the Ministry of Magic's monopoly was too ruthless, causing most of the shops and stalls selling inferior Defense Against the Dark Arts items to collapse directly.

There is no way out for them.

What's more, everyone doesn't think they will fail.

Because many people hope that the guy who is in the way in front of them will disappear, and hope to get those manufacturing technologies.

Even if the Ministry of Magic pursued it, it was done by the minions of the mysterious man, and even the excuses were ready-made, that is, the poster of Constipation Ren on the window, that is simply an insult to the mysterious man.

Kenneth Toller frowned and looked at his father, and couldn't help but sigh. He still thinks this is a pretty stupid approach~IndoMTL.com~ How about it?

Do you still expect others not to retaliate?

If it were someone else, Kenneth would not object, because doing business step by step really doesn't make money.

But the opponent is Albert!

The group of black wizards who were executed a while ago, isn't it difficult to give them a **** warning?

Executed by Scrimgeour?

Maybe.

But Kenneth is sure that it must be because of Albert, and it is not difficult to see this from the specialty store.

"Why can't they see clearly!"

Looking at the backs of the group of people going away, Kenneth sighed heavily. He was sure that Albert would find a way to find his father.