Deliberately avoiding Ron's control by Peter Pettigrew, the focus quickly shifts to Sirius, and the Weasleys are very interested in his more than half a year on the run and the truth of the events of thirteen years ago.

Fred and George kept asking questions, their eyes glinting with adoration.

Sirius said a few words about some details that were not mentioned in the newspaper, and everyone listened attentively, and Percy even took a pen and wrote them down.

After talking like this for more than half an hour, the topic shifted to other places.

With Sirius' optimistic and cheerful personality, the Weasleys quickly became familiar with him.

The atmosphere in the ward became more and more relaxed, and from time to time there was a sound of happy laughter, which contrasted sharply with the gloom and gloom of the other wards around it.

Lupin, Sirius, and Mrs. Weasley sat together to reminisce about the past, while the rest sat around Ron's hospital bed, exchanging Christmas presents, what they had seen and heard in the past few days, and so on.

Ron took the owl out of the cage and was discussing with Harry a name for the little one, while Ginny listened.

On the small couch in front of the hospital bed, Percy and Hermione whispered about the holiday homework assigned by the professors before Christmas, as well as their future jobs, career arrangements, and so on.

In half a year, Percy will graduate from Hogwarts.

He had already planned to work at the Ministry of Magic. He had done so well on the High Wizard Rank exams that he could choose almost any department he wanted, and he was now hesitating whether to go to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

In the corner, Fred and George show Evan the two of their newly developed joke products in the past few days, and Evan tells them about the store by the way.

Fred and George were overjoyed and wanted to go to the shop at once.

Since they were ready to sell it publicly, they decided to increase the production of joke products, but due to financial constraints, most of the products that have been developed are now only a few.

"Quick-acting truant candy, fake magic wands, and remote-controlled dung eggs, these products received a particularly good response at the time, and the supply exceeded demand, and we can start with these things to increase sales little by little. Fred took out a small notebook from his bosom, which was densely packed with various products and test data.

"There's nothing wrong with fake wands!" Evan glanced back at Hermione cautiously, and said in a low voice, "Quick-acting truant candy and remote-controlled big eggs better be careful, Hermione hates these things, she thinks it's too unhygienic." ”

"It's the same with my mother, she confiscated almost all of our products!" Fred said with chagrin, "and she found our order form while she was cleaning her room, and she got into a big argument with us and burned it out." ”

"We have lost so much that she has not allowed us to do research on this in the future. "She thinks it's not a proper job, and she's asking us to focus more on our studies." Judging by the way she looks, she must want us to work at the Ministry of Magic like Dad and Percy, which is terrible!"

As if sensing that the three of them were secretly discussing something, Mrs. Weasley suddenly walked over, and Fred hurriedly took the notebook into his arms.

"What are you doing, is it related to Weasley's magic tricks?" asked Mrs. Weasley solemnly.

"No, we're talking to Evan about holiday homework. Fred said hurriedly, waving his hand.

"Aven, didn't you just say you're a little thirsty, let's go and have a drink, and buy some drinks for everyone by the way!" George nudged Aven.

The three of them hurried out of the room under Mrs. Weasley's suspicious gaze.

"Mrs. Weasley, this is," Evan was still a little confused.

"You know, we've been keeping it a secret from researching joke products, and we haven't even told Percy, Ron, and Ginny. Fred explained, "In fact, the three of us knew about it before Mom found out. ”

"Now everyone knows that Mom has been angry. George sighed and said in frustration, "Aven, you'd better be careful lately, Mom has been investigating our funding sources, and she's starting to suspect you!"

Mrs. Weasley's reaction may have been a bit overacting, and it wasn't as bad as she thought. "In my opinion, opening a joke shop is no worse than working at the Ministry of Magic. ”

"That's what we thought too, in fact, we just wanted to open a joke shop. Fred and George said in unison.

"Maybe we can talk to her"

"Better not!" said Fred, "she won't say anything to you, but knowing that we've taken so much money from you for research, she's going to explode." ”

"That's right, Mommy will kill both of us, without hesitation!" George gestured to his neck.

Evan listened to Fred and George's complaints and didn't know what to do.

Regardless, Mrs. Weasley would not approve of them opening a magical joke shop unless they could succeed first.

The three of them made their way to the tea room on the sixth floor, where Hermione and Ginny chased after them.

"What are you doing here?" Fred asked warily.

"Mom told us to come over and watch the three of you, she looked worried, afraid you were going to throw a few big eggs in the hallway. Ginny said with a grin.

"Oh!" said George, looking pitifully at Ginny, "my dear little sister."

"Don't take it personally, I'm not going to snitch, I think the joke products you're working on are very funny and very popular in schools. Ginny said.

"But it can't be denied that those things are dangerous and extremely unhygienic, and that remote-controlled big poop egg is the most obvious example. Het didn't laugh, "Mrs. Weasley is right, you can't sell those things to anyone else, it's"

Without waiting for Hermione to finish, Fred and George hurriedly pushed Evan out.

"She's over to you, brother!" they dragged Ginny and hurried to the sixth floor, leaving only Evan and Hermione in the hallway.

Because Evan was so close, Hermione's face turned red all of a sudden.

"Don't blame Fred and George, they just want to bring a little joy to everyone. Evan could feel the aura on Hermione.

"I know," Hermione whispered, hurriedly taking a step back.

The two of them didn't continue to talk about it, instead talking about the decorations inside St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Evan and Hermione walked through double doors and saw a rickety staircase with a portrait of a grim-looking healer hanging on the wall.

As they climbed the stairs, the therapists yelled at them, diagnosing strange illnesses and coming up with terrible cures.

Fred, George, and Ginny don't know where they ran to, and Evan and Hermione don't see the three of them.

The two of them came back from buying a few cans of drinks from the sixth floor, and when they returned to the fifth floor, they suddenly stopped.

Not far ahead, behind a small window on the twin doors labeled Spell Damage Section, a man stared at them with his nose pressed against the glass: blonde curls, bright blue eyes, a blank smile, and teeth that were dazzlingly white.

"Oh my God!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed, "It's Professor Lockhart!" (To be continued.) )