Professor McGonagall was one of those who was woken up.

The explosion was so loud and so loud that when she looked out the window at the Black Lake, she thought the Death Eaters had come in.

Luckily she saw Harry and George, otherwise she would have jumped from the third floor.

Filch was still dancing and gritting his teeth and scolding, "Professor McGonagall, the two of them have gone too far this time! ”

He ignored Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who were related to George and Fred, and pointed at the prank twins and shouted at them.

"Confinement!"

"Shut them up!"

"It's best to grounding them and not leaving the break room except during class, no, not leaving their dorms!"

As the most restless element in all of Hogwarts.

Filch had long wanted to snuff them out.

This time I finally found an opportunity.

McGonagall spoke, sighed, and waved her wand lightly. The ice shuddered and sneered, and the ice near the lake cracked, turning into a slender arm, stretching out to the most magical part of the lake, scooping inside, grabbing a few fragments of the grenade that had exploded and disintegrated and encased in a thick layer of ice.

The chill emanates from them.

"Gone."

McGonagall chanted a spell at them, and the shards and ice were gone.

In the air, the warmth gradually returned, and only a large section of ice floe on the black lake, and the icicle that rushed to the sky, recorded what had happened here.

"Very nice stuff." McGonagall complimented, "If Harry uses it against me, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble." ”

Filch looked at the vice principal in surprise.

What's going on

They even boasted about them!

George and Fred puffed out their chests proudly.

"I understand that." McGonagall continued, "The situation is exceptional, but. . . You have to at least tell the professor. ”

She glanced at Harry, "Mr. Potter is indeed very good, and I believe he can solve unexpected problems, but this is Hogwarts, and there are professors." ”

"And you do cause a lot of trouble." She turned around, and the gate of the castle was full of people, all poking their heads out, and some of them were bold, and they all came out of the castle, eager to try, and cautiously moved little by little.

"So-"

"Gryffindor deducts ten."

George and Fred were unmoved, they were already used to the buckle.

"Everyone." Professor McGonagall emphasized.

Hermione's face was calm, and it was a rare thing when Gryffindor would not be deducted.

"You two stop those little businesses." Professor McGonagall grimaced and thought for a moment, "I'll be supervising you with Mr. Filch for the next month. ”

George and Fred stared in surprise and exclaimed.

They are not afraid of deducting points.

But they are afraid of their business.

Although Professor Dumbledore repeatedly emphasized at the opening dinner, it is well known that the rules of Hogwarts are not violated, as long as they are not discovered.

Professor McGonagall's involvement undoubtedly made their discovery more risky.

even

It's very likely that it will be found every time.

Costs have risen dramatically.

"Mr. Weasleys, there is no room for negotiation." Professor McGonagall said in a serious tone, "This is punishment for making such a fuss on Saturday. ”

She turned and walked towards the students who were watching the excitement, beckoning them to leave.

"It's terrible." George covered his face.

Fred sighed as well.

Ron gloated: "Who made you want to give Hogwarts a different kind of shock early in the morning." ”

"Little Ronnie, don't be so happy." George spread his hand, his face expressionless, "Our business is related to your pocket money, we can't do it, and you won't have pocket money." ”

"I'm not afraid, I still have nearly ten Galleons in my hand." Ron pinched his waist.

Fred added: "It's not going to be, this year, next year, the year after, until you graduate, until you get a job." ”

Three years

Ron crossed his fingers and calculated that ten Galleons might not be enough to spend until he graduated.

Think of the gifts Hermione bought for Harry, and think of the gifts Harry bought for Hermione, those things all seemed to smell of money.

His face changed immediately, and he became grieving along with George and Fred.

When the people at the gate had almost dispersed, they walked towards the castle.

Professor McGonagall said she would only care about the next month. Ron spoke suddenly, his eyes shining, as if grasping something.

George and Fred looked at each other: "A month? ”

"Professor McGonagall has always been very strict, and if she had to keep in charge, she wouldn't have been so careful."

"That is."

"We just need to pretend to be a good boy for a month."

The brothers sang and chimed in.

Harry turned his head to look to the side, where someone was limping with heavy steps.

The platinum head and hairstyle have been carefully taken care of but look a little messy, the robe on the body has a magical atmosphere, it has just been repaired by "recovery as before", and the leg is a new injury, which has been treated simply with Bai Xian.

"Malfoy!" Ron spotted him the second and pulled out his wand, like a furry cat, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Calm down, Weasley." Malfoy spoke, his voice contemptuous, "Don't expose your empty mind. ”

"What did you say?" Ron raised his wand.

Malfoy raised his head and walked up to George and Fred: "What was the big movement just now, is it a new toy in your store?" How much does it cost? ”

"Malfoy." George scoffed and took a few steps back in disgust, "Why are we selling you something?" ”

"You're a Slytherin." Fred was equally disgusted, "Besides, you're still a Malfoy. ”

Malfoy shook his head, "I'm here to do business with you, not to fight with you, so take in your stupid Gryffindor smell." ”

"You don't want to sell to me, I'll go to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, but if I pay a little more, you still make the same amount."

"It's better for you to earn this money yourself."

George looked at him with interest: "Malfoy offered to come and send money?" It's really unusual. ”

"Slytherin asks Gryffindor for help," Fred exclaimed.

Malfoy interrupted him stiffly: "It's not a call for help, it's a normal transaction, I pay the money, you pay the goods." ”

"Twice." George cocked up his fingers, "You come and buy it, you'll have to pay twice the price." ”

"I'm going to Ravenclaw to buy it for me, I'll sell a lot of one thing at most, Weasley, I'm not as stupid as you guys." Malfoy haggled, but the greasy tone of his words didn't change.

"Then there is one more commodity." George immediately changed his tune.

Malfoy pointed to himself, "Now I'm coming to you personally, and this money won't go through a third person."

Fred pointed at him and interrupted, "The first." ”

Then he pointed to George: "The second." ”

"The third." Finally point to yourself.

Malfoy applauded pompously: "Am I still going to praise you for your ability to count?" Weasley, don't play with this stupid, troll-only word play. ”

"Now it's business, and the money I give you won't go through a third person, and it won't go through a third party."

"Ten nats, one commodity, it's enough for you to earn ten more nats."

George shook his head: "One West is twenty-nine nats, so twenty-eight?" ”

"Fifteen." Malfoy haggled.

Ron looked at this fiery and amiable scene in amazement, and he didn't react.

Didn't even fight?

They fought over the profits, and in the end, it was decided that the Weasleys would earn nineteen more Malfoy for each merchandise.

"So, the thing you just used?" Malfoy took a deep breath and asked.

"Sorry, that's not a Weasley Joke Store item." George shook his head, vetoing it simply.

Malfoy was stunned and clenched his fists: "Don't think about selling? ”

"That's a weapon, and the prank prop was never meant to hurt people." George said with a smile.

Malfoy scoffed.

Prank props are not intended to hurt people? This is simply the most ridiculous joke I have heard in a few years, where did the injuries on my body come from the year before last and last year?

"Of course, you can be extra generous to something that is not human." Fred added in a weird way.

Malfoy frowned, "Since you don't sell that thing, just some other things, let me think, Wolf Tooth Frisbee."

One after another, a prank prop came out of his mouth.

These were the things that had been used on him and had done him harm.

"Two Galleons in all, fifteen sicos, eight nats." George quickly worked out the price, of course, along with the premium he had previously negotiated, and he stretched out his hand.

"Pay with one hand, deliver with the other." Malfoy was unmoved.

George sighed, a little regretful: "Then we can only wait a month later, the commotion just now is a bit big, Professor McGonagall will keep an eye on us for a month." ”

Fred suddenly struck a blow to the kidney.

George didn't look back, and immediately changed his words: "This is Professor McGonagall's spur to us, to make us better in the last year of Hogwarts, to work hard to purify, and strive to be in the world."

Harry interrupted his tirade, "Professor McGonagall didn't come. ”

"Fred!" George couldn't control his expression, clutched his waist, and grinned in pain, "You damn thing! ”

Fred's face was full of innocence: "I just had a little itchy hand just now." ”

"A month?" Malfoy read the date, "Then I'll come to you next month." ”

With that, he limped to the Slytherin table.

Ron patted his face lightly, slightly painfully telling him that it wasn't a dream, "What's wrong with Malfoy?" ”

"Little Malfoy isn't doing well in Slytherin." George shook his head, "Haven't you heard that after school started, a brawl broke out in the Slytherin dormitory, and our best guest, Mr. Malfoy Jr., was trained all night against ten. ”

(End of chapter)