Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 813: Open a shop

"I feel like I'm going crazy!"

Sirius threw away the rag in his hand and sat down on the chair. They've been cleaning 12 Grimmauld Place for several days straight and it took a lot of effort to get rid of a lot of dust, cobwebs and mess.

However, until now even a single room has not been completely cleaned, and it is not easy to clean this place enough to live in.

Sometimes magic is not as practical as imagined, especially when dealing with a house that has not been cleaned for more than ten years. Even if you command a rag to wipe it carefully, it is difficult to wipe things completely clean. Many stubborn molds need them. Wipe slowly with great effort.

"Don't be lazy, Sirius, think about Harry, if you want to bring Harry to live with you at 12 Grimmauld Place, you'll have to clean it up." Lupin frowned at Sirius, who had no spirit. . He had guessed that the other party's patience was running out. Most wizards were not good at household chores, and usually liked to use magic to solve problems.

"I'll give Harry a new home, but you'll have to give me a break first!" Sirius poured himself a butterbeer, took a sip, and changed the subject by asking, "You pay that Galleon back. he?"

"Mr Anderson has been awarded the Order of Merlin 3rd Class, I think he probably doesn't need me to cooperate with testing that spell anymore." Lupin sighed softly: "And, from the beginning, I felt that he gave too much. More."

"He just gave you the five thousand Galleons he got from me." Sirius drank the butterbeer from his glass, stared at the sneaky shadow outside the door, and used his wand. Closing the wooden door, he continued: "Of course, it is undeniable that that guy is very powerful and generous, and he was able to get himself a third-class Medal of Merlin at a young age. He is really an amazing guy, I think some guys It's probably going to explode!"

"I heard that he has also won the International Wizarding Chess Championship and the Magic School Potions Championship." Lupin was also very shocked when he first learned about these things, "That Mr. Anderson made me kind of see it. To the delusions of Professor Dumbledore's youth."

"Tell me about Harry, is the smart little girl with him last time his girlfriend?" Sirius was clearly more interested in his godson.

"No, Harry and Hermione should be just good friends." Lupin reminded helplessly: "And how old are they both."

"I remember when James was very young, he started to like Lily." Sirius recalled: "I remember being on the train. Well, you probably don't know, we were in the same car at the time, and later , James had some unpleasant conflict with Snape."

"Lily was in the same car as Snape, and I think James became interested in Lily around that time."

"And then, you know, as long as Lily is around, James' smart head seems to rust?"

"Being goofy," Lupin added with a smile.

"Yeah, that's it." Sirius has been thinking about funny things about old friends lately. "The two of them are still young. Maybe when they grow up, they may be together."

"Maybe."

"By the way, how are you thinking about opening a store?" While speaking, Sirius jumped to another topic.

"Then what kind of store do you think we should open better?" Speaking of opening a store, Lupin frowned and asked, "Your personality is really suitable for opening a store, and opening a store can really make money, but you can't keep losing money? "

"Tell me what you think!" said Sirius nonchalantly.

"Last time, when I wrote to Albert, I mentioned opening a store by the way, and he gave me two suggestions." Lupin said suddenly.

"What advice?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Open a gourmet shop in Hogsmeade for Hogwarts students, if you are interested in all kinds of food, drink and sweets, or if you have a well-known house-elves who are good at it." Lou Ping smiled bitterly: "He thinks this should be able to make us a lot of money, and there is a way to help us solve most of our problems, but it will be busy at night."

"What's the second suggestion?" Sirius asked, frowning. Honestly, he has no talent for cooking.

At least, Sirius hasn't used the kitchen for a long time.

"The second way is to publish a magazine, publish a magazine that is suitable for Hogwarts students to buy." Lupin continued: "And build a radio station of his own. He didn't say the specific plan, but Anderson said We may need to use this in the future to spread our voices."

"What do you mean?" Sirius felt that there was something else in the words.

"I don't know." Lupin shook his head.

"Then which one do you think is more suitable?" Sirius asked.

Honestly, Sirius doesn't like either of these proposals, but if the two want to open a shop, he'll no doubt need to make some compromises and get his old buddy a decent job.

Lupin shook his head and said nothing. He didn't think Sirius could do these jobs, his old buddy at most wanted to give him some money to open a shop for him, that's all.

"We can talk to him again then." Sirius said, "Mr. Anderson has no prejudice against you."

At this time, a snow-white owl flew in from the window.

"It's Harry's letter." Sirius recognized Harry's Hedwig at a glance, and has been writing letters every few days recently.

"What's in the letter?" Lupin asked.

"Harry asked me when I was going to pick him up and said the Weasleys invited him to the Quidditch World Cup."

Sirius looked at the surroundings, sighed softly, and said to himself, "I suddenly feel that I am very incompetent as a godfather."

"Don't say that, you're just not used to your role," Lupin comforted softly.

"No, I screwed everything up." Sirius was a little discouraged. "I should find a way to get a few tickets to the Quidditch World Cup first. I need two, three, or five. And to invite Harry's friends, I haven't thanked Crookshanks properly yet."

"Mr. Anderson said he didn't need it. He mentioned this in his letter to me. A friend gave him several tickets to the Quidditch World Cup." Lupin remembered something, and suddenly said: "He seems to be Guess I'm helping you clean, so let me tell you."

"Forget it, let's determine how many tickets we need first, and then go get tickets for the Quidditch World Cup." Sirius looked at Lupin and said, "We can go to the World Cup ahead of time, anyway, it's still a long time before the full moon. , don't refuse, or I'm embarrassed to ask you to help me clean this house together."

"Okay." Lupin hesitated for a moment before accepting Blake's kindness.

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"How's the Ministry of Magic recruiting?" Mrs Weasley looked expectantly at her son.

"Very successful, I have entered the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation and have been appreciated by Mr. Crouch." Percy proudly announced the good news to everyone.

With his beautiful resume, there are many departments willing to recruit him at the Ministry of Magic, but Percy finally chose to trust Albert's judgment and enter the Ministry of Magic's International Magical Cooperation Department.

Of course, Percy didn't make the choice blindly, but Barty Crouch, director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, is a very capable person who likes to be factual, and is promoted by the side of such people. Opportunities are greater.

It turns out that Crouch was quick to look at his resume and chose himself to be his assistant, even though he couldn't even remember his own name.

"That's great." Mrs. Weasley was pleased.

"Oh, congratulations Percy, the boring office life will always be with you." Fred and George, side by side, slapped Percy on the shoulder in congratulations.

"Shut up and go away," Percy said impatiently.

"If only you two could save me a snack like Percy did."

Mrs. Weasley glared dissatisfiedly at her son who didn't give him peace of mind. Fred and George's O.W.Ls were disappointing. They only passed five subjects each, and they were very reluctant.

"What's so good about working at the Ministry of Magic," Fred said with a grin, "Albert didn't want to go to the Ministry."

"He is him and you are you," said Mrs Weasley annoyed.

"He's a genius, a master of prophecy, and sees things better than anyone else. If the Ministry of Magic is so good, why doesn't Albert want to go to the Ministry of Magic?" Fred retorted, "George and I don't want to go to the Ministry of Magic. Work, I don't want to face a boring office for the rest of my life."

"Don't talk back." Weasley akimbo.

"Actually, many people said that if Albert entered the Ministry of Magic after graduation, he would be able to become the Minister of Magic in ten years at most." George suddenly said, "But he is not willing to enter the Ministry of Magic, and even predicted that the Ministry of Magic It will collapse in a few years.

"Who predicted the downfall of the Ministry of Magic?" Ginny just came downstairs and looked at Mrs. Weasley and asked, "When will Charlie and Bill be back?"

"They wrote back, probably until August." After Mrs. Weasley finished speaking, she turned to Fred and George and asked, "If you don't go to work at the Ministry of Magic, what are you going to do in the future? ?"

"We want to open a joke shop." Fred and George said in unison, "That's our dream. We decided a long time ago to open a joke shop after graduation. You and Dad don't have to worry about us."

"Are you trying to **** me off," shouted Mrs Weasley.

"What's wrong with opening a shop?" Fred and George complained dissatisfiedly, "We have our own ideals, our own wishes, our own lives, and we don't want to go to the Ministry of Magic, we don't want to live that boring life, Our lives are ours to decide.”

"I'd like to see how you guys plan to open the store." Mrs. Weasley angrily walked away.

"Don't worry, when we make money, Mom will naturally object." Fred noticed Ginny's eyes and shrugged, "In Albert's words, use facts and add Ron told you to shut up."

"It's a very realistic thing, my mother just thinks more rigidly and thinks the Ministry of Magic's job is more stable." George mocked himself, "If it can be better, who would refuse? Besides, the Ministry of Magic is fast. down."

"Who made that prediction of the downfall of the Ministry of Magic?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Albert, of course." Fred and George said in unison.

"Does he really prophesy?" Ginny has also heard the rumor.

"Of course, if you want to make money, this Quidditch World Cup is a good opportunity. Albert promised to help predict the outcome of the last game. Bet with us at that time will definitely make a lot of money." Fred said with a smile.

"Remember to take me with you then," Ron said to the twins as he came downstairs.

"No gambling." Mrs. Weasley looked annoyed at her sons.

"Mom, this is a good chance to make a fortune, Albert never loses a bet." Ron complained, "You don't know how many Galleons Fred and George made with him."

"No, no, gamble!" Mrs. Weasley said word by word.

"This isn't a gamble, it's a sure-fire deal," muttered Ron.

"What did you say?"

Mrs. Weasley glared at her son, none of which gave him peace of mind.

"It's nothing, by the way Mom, Harry wrote to me just now, and he seems to be in a bit of trouble." Ron quickly changed the subject, betting that Fred and George would take them with him when the time came. .

"What's the problem." Mrs. Weasley was successfully distracted.

"Well, Uncle Harry's son seems to want to lose weight, so he plans to go on a diet for the whole family. Could you help Harry prepare some food so he doesn't go hungry?"

"Oh, no problem, I'll help Harry prepare some mince tonight." Mrs Weasley went back to the kitchen to fix the food in the pot.

"Losing weight?"

Fred and George have weird expressions: "Albert keeps trying to lose weight for his cat, and it just keeps getting fatter."

"Tom's cute." Ginny touched Tom too. She looked up at Fred and George and asked, "By the way, when are you going to open a shop, it will definitely cost some money."

"No, they've got a lot of money to open a shop," said Ron sourly, "Harry told me that Albert gave them 10% of the Galleons he got from Black. "

"One percent... how many?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Five hundred Galleons."

"You say it again, how much?" Percy's eyes almost bulged.

"Five hundred Galleons per person," said George, "so we don't have to worry about opening a store at all."

"How is it possible, how is it possible," murmured Percy, "Why did Black give Albert five thousand Galleons."

"Why is it impossible, Albert has been eyeing Blake for a long time, and he was going to take us to capture him for a bounty." George glanced at Mrs. Weasley, who was eavesdropping in the corner, and continued. Said: "Later, after investigation, we found a lot of unreasonable places, so when Black broke into Hogwarts, we did not attack him."

"You mean Blake broke into Hogwarts on Halloween and he realized it," Percy asked in disbelief.

"Of course, Albert is a seer, and it's easy to predict when Sirius Black will appear." Fred said triumphantly, "Black in his eyes is nothing but a purse."

"Later, Albert made an agreement with someone to help Black restore his reputation, and Black paid a Galleon as a reward." George said of course, "Otherwise, why do you really think Sirius can do this? A successful recovery?"

"So, are you all rich now?" Ginny was equally astonished at Albert's generosity, which was a thousand Galleons.

"I'll leave my dress to you." Ron asked.

"We'd like to buy you a new set, but those Galleons are all in Albert's vault, and that money will serve as start-up capital for the joke shop in the future." George shrugged, looking like I'm now There is no way to say, "You can bet with us in the Quidditch World Cup final, it's not easy to earn a dress."

"He's been so kind to you guys," said Ron enviously.

"Albert calls it "Garon and everyone earns it together, and this stuff can never be finished."

"By the way, Ron, did you invite Harry to the ball game?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not sure about that, maybe Harry will go to the ball game with his godfather Sirius," Ron said. He told me to contact me in two days."

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked again, and she had a good relationship with Hermione.

"I don't know." Ron shook his head. "Harry said they might invite Hermione to come with me. They seem to be planning to watch more than one game."

"It's great, if you spend most of the summer watching games," said Fred and George.

"Percy, how's your job application over there?" Just then, the restaurant door was pushed open and Mr. Weasley walked in with a briefcase.

"I successfully entered the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation." Percy absently said, "I have about a month to familiarize myself with the work of the Ministry of Magic, and then I can officially go to work."

"That's great." Mr. Weasley was genuinely happy for his son.

"Dad, Fred and I don't want to work at the Ministry of Magic, we're going to open a joke shop after we graduate," George said suddenly.

"Oh, open a shop?" Mr. Weasley was suddenly silent, unable to help his son.

"Don't worry about money, we're ready." George knew the reason for his father's silence and continued, "Hope you can help us convince Mom."

"Oh." Mr. Weasley was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Where did you get the money?"

"The last time Blake managed to restore his reputation was Albert's help." Ron briefly repeated the whole thing. say what.

"You have grown up." Mr. Weasley said with a complicated expression, "Since Albert is optimistic about you and is willing to help you, I will not say anything. I will help you persuade her on your mother's side. ."

"I agree." Mrs. Weasley was still angry. "Even if I don't agree, what can I do? You all have hardened wings and you can fly by yourself."

"No, in Albert's words, it is economic independence, and the whole person is independent." George couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, Albert's method really worked.

"By the way, Dad, why didn't the newspapers report that Albert was awarded the Order of Merlin 3rd Class?" While eating, Fred suddenly remembered something and couldn't help asking, "And, The Merlin 3rd Class Medal sent to him by the Ministry of Magic is still gilded."

"What gilded?" Ron asked curiously.

"The medal, Albert wrote to us two days ago about it." George added, "I remember last time he also complained that the gold cauldron was gilded."

"This ~IndoMTL.com~ I don't really know." Mr. Weasley was a little embarrassed. He had heard of this. It seemed that Fudge deliberately suppressed the news of Albert's award. Because some purebloods don't want everyone to know that an underage wizard has won the Order of Merlin 3rd Class.

In their words, a protection for underage wizards.

Honestly, Mr. Weasley was equally astonished when he unknowingly got the news from someone else.

"I don't think it's unreasonable that Albert hates the Ministry of Magic," said Fred. "I remember the Ministry of Magic withholding some of his youth awards from him last time."

"The Wizengamore UK Youth Representation Award," said George.

"Yeah, that's it," Fred said.

"Who said that?" Of course Mr Weasley knew what the Wizengamore UK youth representative meant.

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