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The facades of the surrounding shops are dull and buried by notices, while the windows of Fred and George attract people's attention like fireworks displays. On the window on the right is a large poster, purple like the Ministry of Magic's notices, but with bright yellow letters:

Why are you worried about the mystery man?

You should care

Constipation Ren -

The feeling of constipation torments the Chinese people!

"They're guts!" Philip whispered.

"Absolutely. Rogge was dumbfounded.

It was full of customers, and it seemed like everyone in Diagon Alley had crowded in. He looked left and right, and saw that the cardboard boxes were piled up to the ceiling: they were the quick-acting truant candy developed by the twins. There are also several boxes of juggling wands, the cheapest of which can be turned into rubber chicken or pants with a single swing, and the most expensive ones that can be beaten in the neck and head if the user is not guarded. There are also boxes and boxes of quills, including automatic inkjet, spell checking, witty rush answers, and other varieties. At this time, the crowd loosened up a little, and Phoenix they squeezed towards the counter,

"'Patented: Daydream Mantra-'"

Hermione managed to squeeze into a large display case next to the counter and read the caption on the back of a box. The box was printed with a brightly colored picture: a handsome young man and a bewitched girl standing on the deck of a pirate ship.

"Just recite a spell and you'll be in for a high-quality, stunningly realistic thirty-minute daydream, suitable for a regular school class, so simple and absolutely imperceptible (side effects include a dull expression and a slight drooling). Not for sale to children under the age of 16. Hey, look," Hermione said, looking up at Phoenix, "this magic is amazing!"

"This thing, Hermione," a voice said behind them, "you can take one for free." ”

Fred stood in front of them with a smile on his face, wearing a magenta robe, which was very incongruous and dazzling with his fiery red hair.

"How are you, Phoenix?" they shook hands.

"Harry, come with me. Phoenix whispered in Harry's ear, pulling him away from the Scrabble Executioner box.

Following Fred towards the back of the shop, lifting a curtain next to Muggle magic supplies, Phoenix saw a darker, but less crowded, room, with low-key product packaging on the shelves.

"How are you?" said George, sitting on a stool and peering out the window with his binoculars.

"How?" Phoenix asked, picking up a hat.

"You didn't see the other day that people were scrambling to get their gold out, probably preparing to flee abroad. "By the way, there have been a couple of Death Eaters who have been in Gringotts a lot lately, and I think we're sure of Travers and Dolohov." ”

Harry exclaimed, "That's how the Death Eaters came in Gringotts!"

"Apparently the minister should arrange for a few Aurors to patrol the door. Fred said sarcastically, turning to Phoenix and saying, "Are you planning to break in?"

"Of course, sooner or later. ”

George and Fred exchanged a look and said in unison, "Wish you knew what you're doing." ”

"Guys, you're doing a great job, if you don't mind, I'd like to have a few separate words with Potter. ”

After the two left, Phoenix sat in George's seat.

"I'm giving you a separate class this semester, and there's no doubt that the burden of fighting Voldemort falls on our shoulders. I didn't think it was that much trouble, but Professor Dumbledore insisted—"

"Dumbledore—!"

Just look at the way he looks, you can see that he thinks badly.

"His portrait in the rector's room. Phoenix didn't seem to be interrupted, and continued, "Once a week, don't tell anyone, we try to meet on weekends." ”

"What will you teach me?"

"Oh, it can't be considered teaching, you'll know when the time comes. Phoenix said vigilantly, "Speaking of a question related to this, I ask you to study hard this semester, at least master the silent spell." ”

"If I were with you—I wouldn't need to learn Occlumency from Snape, would I?" said Harry, hesitantly.

"Yes, not anymore. Professor Dumbledore said you don't need it, if you have any questions, ask about his paintings. Phoenix walked over to the curtain, "This year's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is a Death Eater, be careful." ”

Phoenix returns to the front store to find Hermione and Ginny staring alertly at the aphrodisiac counter.

Near the window was a row of dazzling pink products, surrounded by a group of excited girls, chattering and laughing.

"Go and see," said Fred smugly, "the highest level of aphrodisiac that you won't find anywhere else." ”

Ginny raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Does it work?"

"Needless to say, the effect can last up to twenty-four hours at a time, depending on the boy's weight-"

And how charming the girl was. George suddenly appeared beside them and said. "But we can't sell it to our own sister," he added, his expression suddenly becoming serious, "especially now that she's getting hot with five boys, which we've come from—"

"It's nonsense you've heard from Ron. Ginny said calmly, leaning over to get a small pink jar from the shelf, "What is this?"

"Ten seconds to eliminate pustules," said Fred, "works wonders for boils and blackheads, but don't change the subject." Are you currently in a relationship with a boy named Dean Thomas?"

"Yes, that's right," said Ginny, "but the last time I looked for him, there was no doubt that he was only a boy, not five. What are those?"

"And what about Michael Corner?" said George.

"I dumped him, he's a shameful loser, and you don't have to worry about me. Ginny shook her long, flaming red hair and squeezed through the crowd.

"And nosebleeds?" Phoenix held in his arms a spell-checking quill, Muggle magic paraphernalia, and a daydream booklet.

"Buy so much?" said Hermione, seeing him holding a large pile of Weasley products in his arms.

"I didn't plan to use it for myself, as a reward for the team's training. "I already have a plan, I have a Quidditch professional team under my name, my grandfather gave me a training plan, and I can ask the coach of that team to give me a training plan." ”

In the end, Phoenix didn't buy nasal blood sugar either, so I had to use vomit candy instead. (To be continued.) )