The day that Alan and the Weasleys had agreed on was a dark, cloudy day, but Diagon Alley was bustling with activity, with all sorts of merchandise in the colorful shop windows, and merchants doing their best to attract young wizards to stop and enter, unlike other countries, the influence of Voldemort and his Death Eaters on the British wizarding world was negligible, at least now, except for some initial panic.

But in the midst of this prosperity, there was one shop that stood out, its windows catching people's attention like fireworks displays, and many of the wizards passing by stopped and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the window with a look of obsession, and the windows were full of colors and all sorts of whirling and twitching, flashing, jumping and screaming goods.

The shop was Weasley's Magic Tricks: a giant sculpture of a gentleman standing on top of a sign with an umbrella logo that was several stories tall and smiling with his mouth open, his eyes occasionally rolling. A rabbit stands on the head of the sculpture and wagged its tail with its hands. The hand of the sculpture buttoned the hat above his head to cover the rabbit, and when he lifted it again, the rabbit in the hat was gone, and the room was lit up by bright flowers.

"Alan, you didn't drive here today, did you?" Arthur Weasley's red forehead didn't know if it was because of the heat or excitement, and there were many beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Of course not, parking in Diagon Alley is a problem. Alan pointed to the bustling crowd on the narrow street and said, "Neither Diagon Alley nor Hogsmeade are suitable for cars. ”

"It looks like business is good, but they still have a bit of a flair for business. Molly Weasley's attention was clearly on her sons' business, and she looked up at the shop full of customers.

"That's too modest, but that's not bad. Ron's mouth widened as he watched the bustle and pulled Harry into the shop.

Penelope, who followed as a guard, saw that there were a lot of wizards in Weasley's magic workshop, so he crossed his arms and guarded the door with Victor, the wolf mother, and the fat man.

"Penelope, why don't you seem to be seen with the doctor all this time?" asked Allen, a little curiously.

"Doctor, she's been on a mission lately, and it's inconvenient for her to go on a mission. Penelope said vaguely, and Alan saw that Arthur was already waiting for him at the door above the steps, so he hurriedly walked up without asking.

As soon as she entered the shop, Ginny dragged Hermione to the counter where a group of girls had gathered, playing with the small bottles that were all sparkling and clear.

"It's just wonderful. Ron admired his favorite merchandise in his arms, and he and Harry jumped into the various little wizards, taking a closer look around the counter.

The store is full of customers who are shopping for products. All kinds of lattices are piled up to the ceiling, and all kinds of goods are placed in the lattice. George and Fred, both wearing the same magenta robes, stood in the middle of the stairs, dodging the purple pressurized frisbees that flew around the store from time to time and greeted the customers in unison: "Take a look, the new coma flower candy, nosebleed nougat, if you want to get out of class on time, use vomit tablets......"

Alan and Weasley stood in front of the most conspicuous item in the entire store - Mr. Skillful, but not for sale, but only here for display, one to show Mr. Skillful himself, this housekeeping golem has attracted the attention of many ordinary wizarding families, and the other to display the items in the store, Mr. Skillful's three tentacle arms, each holding a store item, displayed from various angles for everyone to see, and can also give voice commentary.

The shop was full of wizards trying on various items, some children began to walk on the wall, making suckers-like sounds from the soles of their feet as they moved, and waiters in magenta robes held up cauldrons, looking a little panicked at any time looking for the little wizard who had eaten vomit tablets and had shown signs of effect, so that they were ready to hand the cauldron to their mouths at any time.

Hermione and Ginny were finally in front of some kind of potion display case surrounded by the girls, and when they got closer, they realized that the beautiful bottles under the display case in the shape of fuchsia flowers contained potions with a mother-of-pearl sheen, and from time to time steam spiraled up from the mouth of the bottle.

"Hello, girls. George and Fred teleported behind them, and said in their characteristic high-sync tones, "Want to try the aphrodisiac? It's a good effect, but then again, you're having a good time." ”

"What do you mean?" asked Ginny, holding up a bottle of potion and frowning.

George and Fred teased, "Sister, aren't you on good terms with Harry? we saw you and him ...... in the kitchen the other day."

"It's none of your business!" Ginny retorted, blushing, and threw the potion away.

The twins turned their attention to Hermione, who was snickering beside her, and they pointed to a box next to the aphrodisiac that was printed with "Patented Product: Daydream Spell", which contained a brightly colored picture of a handsome young man standing on the deck of a pirate ship with a girl who was intoxicated: "Just say a spell and you will enter a high-quality, extremely realistic thirty-minute daydream, suitable for ordinary school classes, so simple that it is absolutely imperceptible- Side effects include a dull expression and slight drooling, and this thing can't be sold to teenagers under the age of sixteen, but Hermione, you and Ginny can take the gadgets you want for free. ”

Hermione nodded first, then frowned like Ginny, and the twins noticed the change in Miss Know-It-All's expression and suddenly added with a little guilt: "Of course, this account will be counted on our own heads, and we won't let the umbrella suffer......" After speaking, without waiting for Hermione to react, George and Fred moved to the parents next to Mr. Skilly.

I saw that many wizards deliberately skipped the waiters with the items they wanted to buy, and came to Mr. Skillful to ask for the price, and tried to ask Mr. Skillful to introduce the functions of the product. Seeing this, Ron and Harry each took their favorite things and walked away in front of Mr. Golem.

Harry pulled out a set of telescopic ears and the piece in his hand that looked like it was mixed with diamonds or shards of glass, and looked like a glittering coal block, and asked, "How much do these things cost?"

"Telescopic, ear-shaped bugs that work very well. Stealth smoke bombs, imported by the bosses from Peru, are their cash cows, and they must get out. Mr. Skillful mechanically mimicked the twins' tones in a tone of voice, and then changed his tone: "Mr. Harry Potter, you are free to choose three items, and they are free. ”

"I'm the younger brother of your bosses. Ron eagerly waved his imitation of the lightsaber from the Muggle sci-fi movie shown on Harris Television in front of Mr. Skillful and waved it in front of Mr. Skillful, which would cause the other person to twitch slightly and electrocute its hair to stand on end, but would not cause any real harm to the wizard himself.

A detector on Mr. Skilly's round head was aimed at the toy in Ron's hand, and he replied mechanically, "Seven gold Galleons." ”

Ron emphasized, somewhat annoyed. "I don't think you understand, I'm your boss's own brother. ”

Mr. Skillful's cold, mechanical voice sounded again: "Seven gold Galleons." ”

George and Fred must have forgotten to tell this thing who I am. Ron muttered angrily, then raised the green lightsaber in his hand and shouted to the twin brother who was talking to Arthur and Alan not far away, "Hey, George, Fred, your dumb golem said that I wanted to pay seven gold Galleons, and you forgot to tell it who I was?"

The twins turned to look at what was in Ron's hand and replied together, "That's right, it's priced at seven gold galleons." ”

Ron's eyes widened when he heard this, "I'm your own brother!"

"That's fourteen gold galleons. The twin brothers said in unison, their hands in their trouser pockets and turned their heads at the same time, and then stopped paying attention to the somewhat frantic Ron, and turned to face Eren again, "Mr. Skillful will definitely be a big hit if it goes public, and we can't count how many wizards have come to us to ask if we can buy it." ”

Seeing that the twins no longer cared about him, Ron pursed his lips and thought sourly, "This thing is far worse than a house-elf." House-elves obey their master's commands, and are truly living intelligent creatures who can take the initiative to help their master with anything!" He looked at Mr. Skillful's appearance, and once again disdained it in his heart, "It's too ugly for this shape, and the aesthetics of the wizard who designed this thing are terrible! Look at those three tentacle arms and round head, it's like an octopus with no legs!"