When Hallie finished buying the mead, Hermione remained at the door.

After all, it was so dirty that the little witch didn't want to sit down at all.

Seeing Hallie return, Hermione asked in a low voice, "Fred and George haven't come yet, let's stand here and wait for a while?" ”

Hallie shook her head, "They're already here." ”

As she spoke, Harley gestured to the two black-robed wizards sitting across from each other with butterbeer bottles in front of them.

The puddy and fat wizard from earlier came over and said something to the two of them, and then quickly went to sit down on his own at a table in the distance.

Before leaving, he also grabbed a bottle of butterbeer from the table.

Without waiting for Hermione to say anything, Hallie walked over and patted one of the wizards on the head, and the voice reached his ear with precision:

"Fred, stop pretending, I know it's you and George."

"Oh, hell." Fred removed his hood, revealing his fiery red hair,

"You found us so quickly that you could tell George and me."

"I've always wondered how hard even my mother can tell the difference between the two of us." George also chimed in,

"How the hell did you do that? Since we first introduced ourselves, we have never made a mistake! ”

"It's a secret." Harley chuckled twice, after all, the Assassin's judgment of details alone was not easy to explain.

"I knew you'd answer that." Fred muttered, then shifted his chair.

With a wave of her wand, Harley flew two new chairs from the side, and the dust on them disappeared on their own.

After the two sat down, Hallie pulled two mints out of her pocket and tapped them gently.

The mints turned directly into glasses.

"What a subtle transfiguration, I'm sure a lot of fifth-graders can't be as perfect as you."

George sighed as he stared at the glass, and Fred nodded approvingly.

"Did you two bring a contract?" Harley poured mead into both glasses and pushed the bottles to the middle of the table.

"Of course," Fred pulled out a contract from his pocket, but there were no mana fluctuations on it,

"Look at the conditions above, if there is a problem, we can modify it again."

Harley read the contract quickly, and Hermione leaned over to look at it.

As stipulated in the contract, Harley gave the Weasley twins 500 Galleons, and the Weasley twins gave Hallie 30% of the shares.

Hallie smiled and shook her head. The Weasley brothers were probably too poor to dream of doing anything more exaggerated.

She pulled out her wand and tapped the parchment, then handed it back, "I think this place could be modified." ”

The Weasley brothers hurried over and opened their mouths wide at the same time.

The two of them clearly saw that the five hundred Galleons on the contract had become fifteen hundred Galleons.

The two thought that Harley thought that she had to pay too much money and was ready to make concessions, but they didn't expect that Harley wanted to invest more.

Oh my God, what is the concept of fifteen hundred Galleons? That's three years of Mr. Weasley's salary!

They had never seen so much money in their lives!

"Hallie, are you serious?" George asked, trembling, swallowing.

"Of course." Harley lifted the purse at hand, "Look, I've brought all the money. ”

"I believe in your potential and future, and I am willing to invest more in it."

The Weasley twins swallowed at the same time, their hands holding the parchment shaking.

In the end, it was agreed that Hallie would pay 1,500 Galleons in exchange for 30% of the Weasley brothers' future joke shop.

At the same time, Harley also has the right to browse the manufacturing methods of various items at any time, but it is forbidden to reveal the manufacturing methods.

After signing the deal, Fred made a copy of the contract in pairs, with each of them keeping one copy.

George took the money bag handed by Hallie, opened it and took a look at it, then hurriedly closed it, covering his heart at the same time.

He'd never seen so many golden cuties!

But how is the top gold galleon so familiar?

It's especially like the poor kid who was repeatedly played with in his hand and finally forced to contribute to Lockhart!

George thought it was a delusion, after all, the gold gallons were all the same.

Without thinking much about it, he carefully stuffed the money into his most intimate pocket, and only counted dozens of gold galleons from it.

George then waved his wand, and a gust of wind blew towards the stocky wizard.

The stocky wizard muttered discontentedly, then stood up and walked over with a bottle.

"Fred, who is this?" Hermione, who had been watching the melons before, looked at the wizard who came and asked curiously.

"Hermione, I'm going to tell you the first law in Hoghead's Bar!" Fred stretched out a finger and shook it,

"In the pig's head bar, never take the initiative to inquire about someone's identity."

"After all, everyone came with hoods, and they didn't want to reveal their specific information."

"Of course, we can tell you who he is......" George replied with a grin.

The puppy wizard who had just sat down hurriedly said, "Don't ......"

“…… His name is Mundungus Fletch and he is a freelancer. "George didn't bother with Mundungus,

Of course, that's just a nice way to put it. In fact, he is a second-class dealer who wanders in the gray area, a part-time liar and a thief. ”

"Of course, he occasionally does things like smuggling and illegally modifying Muggle products."

"Bastard, you two stinky boys fucked my old bottom!"

Mundungus lowered his hood and glanced cautiously in the direction of the hog-headed bar owner.

At this time, the boss was still wiping the cup with a greasy rag, and he didn't know what the meaning of his work was.

"Don't let that old goat find out who I am! He forbade me to come to the pig's head bar! ”

After learning of Mondongues' identity, Hermione stared at Montungus with a look at the debris:

"Fred, George, why are you two looking for someone like that? His only destination was to go to Azkaban! ”

Fred couldn't help but shake his head: "Hermione, you're wrong. ”

"If we want to open a joke shop and sell magical items, we need all kinds of materials."

"There's always some of the material that's hard to come by, and only people like Mundungus can get their hands on it."

"Besides, Mundungus is still Professor Dumbledore's man." George spoke amazingly.

"What?" Hermione let out an exclamation, causing the barkeeper to look at her.

She hurriedly apologized and asked in a low voice, "How could Professor Dumbledore ......?"

"Nothing impossible, we saw the picture at Dad's and tried to confirm it."

As he spoke, George patted Mundungus on the shoulder.

Mundungus snorted and gulped down the butterbeer from the bottle.

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(Thanks to the nine-tailed Yanhu for the tip!) ）

(End of chapter)