"OWLS results cannot explain everything. Moreover, not every little wizard who works in the Ministry of Magic after graduation is considered to be promising, Molly."
Sirius said disapprovingly,
"If you don't understand what I mean, just think of Amosta. He seemed to have been a vagrant for a few years after graduation, but look, now he has almost as many titles as Dumbledore."
In Harry's opinion, Sirius undoubtedly set a good example, but unfortunately, Mrs. Weasley did not buy it.
"If you are teaching me how to educate children, with all due respect, Sirius, I am obviously more experienced. Bill and Charlie have never gone astray. Look at Percy, why are there so many role models in front of them? , but it has no effect at all!”
"That's not fair to Fred and George, Molly—"
Remus also said gently,
"Honestly speaking, I think what Sirius said is not wrong. At least, what they came up with is indeed not simple. It cannot be produced by just grabbing a little wizard at Hogwarts. After you burn those I checked their creations before making them, and none of them were simple, and I can assure you that even the kids in the NEWTS class couldn't make any of them."
"Exactly proves my point, Remus!"
Mrs. Weasley, who was furious, said angrily,
"It's not that they are unintelligent, they just don't do their job properly! In the past few years, they have sent more complaint letters from Hogwarts than everyone else combined. I just can't figure out what went wrong!"
Harry helped Fred and George explain that their products were very popular among the young wizards in the school, but Hermione's warning look in time made him shut up.
"It's not the same thing to be frozen like this-"
After lunch, Ginny helped Mrs. Weasley wash the dishes in the kitchen. In the living room, the remaining people were still talking quietly about the conflicts between Fred, George and Mrs. Weasley, perhaps feeling the need to repay this favor. After a few days of eating and drinking, Remus frowned slightly and stared at Mrs. Weasley's back.
"One of them always has to compromise first."
"It's impossible to expect Mum to apologize," Ron said firmly.
"Why didn't you let me talk just now, Hermione?"
Harry looked at Hermione, who was silent out of character, and said with some dissatisfaction.
"Because I think-"
Hermione knew that everyone in the living room was on the side of Fred and George on this matter, including Sirius and Remus, the two professors who had taught her. However, Hermione took a deep breath. , or say what’s in your heart,
"Yeah, that's right. Fred and George's joke products are indeed very popular with little wizards. I've seen it too, but you ignore that their products are illegal!"
Ron raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but Hermione opened the conversation and said reluctantly,
"You have also heard the noises Fred and George are making in the room these days. There are certain dangers in making these things. Moreover, they can't ensure that their products have no side effects, can they? They are doing experiments on themselves. , sometimes young wizards from lower grades are used as test subjects. Do you think this is not a problem at all?
The most important thing is that they have been selling these joke products to students for some time, but their products have not been approved by the Ministry of Magic at all. If something goes wrong, with all due respect, Ron, your parents will probably take it. There aren't enough gold galleons to pay for compensation! "
Hermione's words always went straight to the core of the problem. Not to mention the stunned Harry and Ron, even Sirius was speechless for a moment.
"You're right, Hermione." Remus said in an appreciative tone.
"I wouldn't be surprised at all if you become an excellent professor or an excellent official in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"Oh, I just-"
Her views were contrary to most, which put Hermione under a lot of pressure, but she was particularly unable to resist when faced with praise. Hermione's cheeks turned crimson, and she smiled restrainedly and shyly.
"Well tell me what I think."
"Standing to one's own opinion is the rarest thing." Sirius also looked at Hermione with admiration, "Well, now I also think that we really need to give those two lawless little guys some advice."
"We're going now."
Remus was unexpectedly interested in this matter. He stood up from the dining table and beckoned them to go upstairs together.
When Sirius used magic to open the locked door of the two brothers' room, they thought they would see the two lying on the bed with slumped faces, but what they saw in front of them was unexpected.
Fred and George pushed the bed and furnishings up to the wall, carving out a large space in the crowded room. The floor in the middle of the room was filled with messy herbs, dried insects, ground animal offal and the like, and Fred and George were sitting in the middle of this pile, both of them munching on bread. , muttering while staring at the bubbling solution in the crucible.
"Hey, ladies and gentlemen!"
It took the two brothers a few seconds to realize that someone had pried open their door. They thought it was Mrs. Weasley, and instinctively blocked the jars on the ground behind them. When they saw clearly that it was such a group of people, Fred lowered his lofty shoulders and said displeasedly,
"Can I file a lawsuit with the Wizengamot? Is someone breaking into a house?"
"No need to bother, Fu"
Sirius stared at the solution in the pot with interest. He couldn't tell whether it was Fred or George who was speaking, and he said vaguely,
"You can write a letter directly to Amosta and say that I broke down the door to your room. He is a member of the Wizengamot Tribunal. I believe he will imprison me in Azkaban for you."
George was not in the mood to joke at this moment. He rolled his eyes and then focused on the product that was about to be formed. "We don't have time to entertain the guests now. We have to hurry up and produce it!"
"You haven't given up on your career or dream?"
Remus walked out from behind Sirius. He stepped forward and stared at the solution in the crucible for a few times, sniffing the aroma in the air. Then, his eyes fell on a cardboard box placed on the bed by the twins. There were various contents there. Less canary biscuits and something like fireworks,
"You produced so many again?"
Remus said a little surprised.
"Oh, of course, nothing can stop us from pursuing our dreams, sir, not even the woman down there who may be doing housework in the kitchen!"
Fred raised his eyebrows proudly,
"These have already been sold. We must ensure that customers who have paid can get their goods as soon as possible after the summer vacation. To be honest, we do not welcome outsiders to visit here. This involves some business secrets. .”
Well, at least judging by Fred and George's drive, the earlier fear of them languishing was a joke.
There was a brief silence in the room. Hermione frowned and stared at the solution that was about to solidify in the crucible, finding that she could not tell what it was based on her knowledge. Harry and Ron were basically on Fred and George's side. They stared at the cardboard box on the bed with interest, looking eager to try.
Where do we start talking?
Looking at the two brothers who were all attentive, Sirius thought deeply. He didn't want to frustrate the enthusiasm of the two very talented young wizards, but he had to remind them tactfully that their current behavior was indeed inappropriate. At least, they The dangers of not being able to control it.
There was a moment of silence. Hermione saw everyone's expressions in her eyes. She pursed her lips just like Professor McGonagall. Just when she was about to stand up and express her point of view, Remus was silently thinking. His eyes suddenly moved. He glanced at Harry calmly, and then his words shocked everyone in the room.
"So, Fred and George, I'm here to ask, do you accept investment?"
(End of chapter)
