Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 133 The Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop (Part [-]~)

This was the happiest time Harry had been.

Sirius is a very playful person. He led Harry and the others to fly across the Black Lake on broomsticks, built a huge snowman almost two stories high with magic spells, and made it move.

He was still eager to try, and wanted to use this thing to trouble Snape, but before he even entered the castle, Professor McGonagall cast a spell on him, and even made him into a snowman.

Take them to the Forbidden Forest and find the centaur friend.

But the centaur did not welcome them, especially seeing Harry and Sirius, angrily raising bows, arrows and spears, chasing them until they were driven out of the Forbidden Forest, the four of them panicked.

Ron plunged his head into the snow: "It's exciting!"

Crookshanks crouched on his face and meowed a few times in response.

"They weren't so excited last time I came here, what did you do to them?" Harry and Sirius looked at each other and asked the same question in unison.

The two of them laughed heartily.

Hermione, with two owls on her head, looked at them sullenly.

What a stable person Harry used to be.

Why did Sirius become so childish when he came?
"James and I used to go to the centaur to steal their bows. We tried several times, but unfortunately we didn't succeed." Sirius sighed.

Harry smiled and answered him: "The centaur have strong healing magic and precise shooting skills. I tried to communicate with them, but I failed."

Sirius grumbled: "They're a bunch of stubborn old ones!"

Hermione sighed slightly.

What a crime that group of horsemen had to suffer, meeting such restless two generations in a row.

They also dived into the black lake, looking for the big squid.

But it was discovered by the mermaid. That night, the little guy who had the honor of becoming the first flying mermaid in the history of the mermaid spotted Harry immediately and chased them ashore.

Sirius looked at Harry incredulously.

How come there are his "enemies" everywhere.

They went to the Three Broomsticks to drink together.

After drinking too much, dance in the bar.

George and Fred are the best at it.

Ron was envious, and with Percy's permission, he got a butterbeer anyway.

Crookshanks was forced to dance for a while, meowing so badly that Sirius didn't even notice that there were a few more claw marks on his hands.

But even so happy, there are still regrets.

It was a pity for Sirius that he couldn't find a chance to give Snape a sap. The slug in his impression had indeed changed a lot, especially his abilities.

To Harry's regret, Lupine wasn't able to get involved.

Christmas time happens to be full moon.

The happy days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Harry thought that the Christmas dinner had just passed, and the little wizards had already returned to school and were ready to start school.

Sirius could no longer remain at the school, he had no faculty position.

I could only bid farewell to Harry reluctantly.

He had to go back to Potter's old house first, which would be their future home—of course, Lupine would also have a share, and the house couldn't stay dilapidated forever.

It wasn't just those two things that made Harry happy.

Many ideas in his mind can be slowly realized after having Sirius.

The first weekend after school starts.

Harry received the package from Sirius, and there were many materials that could not be bought from Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, such as the African tree snake skin and the horns of bicorns that Harry had been thinking about...

Basically contraband.

There were also plenty of drinks, and Harry ordered a portion of all the drinks he had and didn't drink.

Hedwig and Boss went back and forth, carrying them more than 20 times, and they were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to peck Harry, so they lay upright on the table to rest.

Usually there is no work.

But as soon as there is work, it makes people tired.

If Penny is not allowed to make dozens of pounds of owl rations, they will go on strike!
Sirius didn't ask Harry why he wanted these things.

Maybe, like James, he was a little worried.

But this kid has a character like Lily!
The girl next to him was also like Lily.

And the little boy from the Weasley family was not as "humorous" as his two brothers, but he was very much like Remus in character.

In the eyes of Sirius, this small group was too mature and stable.

Harry gave whatever he wanted.

Godfather is godson!

Gryffindor lounge.

Harry sat alone in the corner.

Hermione and Ron were studying at a table not far from him.

In front of him, a pile of liquid in the cauldron was boiling slightly, and he was studying the potion—of course it was not the orthodox potion in the textbook.

It's the witcher's potion.

The potions for wizards are good, but for witchers, some are not enough.

Like Harry's favorite blizzard, owl, and oriole, there are no substitutes with similar effects, let alone other decoctions.

After all, wizards' potion is the result of wizards' accumulation of little by little during thousands of years of growth.

Doesn't match the witcher.

The most important and crucial thing for a demon hunter's potion is the base wine.

And almost all potions and decoctions have to use a special drink called "White Seagull", which is made by mixing a variety of drinks and herbs.

It was giving Harry a headache.

Cherry wine has it, but Mandrake doesn't—the mandrake of this world is a magical plant with magical powers.

You can only try slowly with other drinks.

George and Fred approach.

"Hey, Harry." As soon as Fred greeted him, he couldn't help sneezing. If Harry hadn't used a spell to bind this smell around him, the strong smell of alcohol would have pervaded the entire lounge. The little wizard must be drunk.

"What are you doing, drinking secretly alone, without us?" George exclaimed, and was about to get a green bottle behind him, "What kind of wine is this?"

Harry glanced at it, and replied lightly, "That's not wine, it's the venom of the Loba bug."

It was a magical creature that lived on the bottom of the North Sea. Its venom was extremely precious, and its toxicity was even higher than that of the giant acromantula.

George pulled his hand back immediately.

Fred cautiously looked at a bottle full of Polish words: "What about this bottle?"

Harry took a look and nodded: "This bottle is indeed wine."

Fred felt relieved and was about to pick it up, Harry added: "But it has a high alcohol content of 90.00% six."

Fred stiffened.

George said bitterly: "Harry, this kind of wine is not called wine, it's alcohol."

"It's indeed wine, and many ordinary people mix it with it." Harry corrected him.

George was taken aback.

Fred touched his throat in fear: "Muggles are so violent? Even wizards will die if they drink it."

"Why do you want me?" Harry waved his wand, and the wine boiled in the cauldron disappeared. The last recipe failed, and now he had to readjust.

"We're here because we want to discuss something with you." George took a deep breath, carefully avoided the bottles, and squatted beside Harry.

Fred also lowered his voice: "Thanks to you, we have already earned nearly twenty Galleons in the Forbidden Forest."

"Let's do the math, by next year, we'll be able to save a hundred!"

George smiled all over his eyes: "The Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop that can shock the wizarding world is about to be born, all thanks to you."

"It's your own ability." Harry stared at the two bottles of wine being poured into the cauldron, and some herbs flew in and plopped into it.

"No, no, no." George shook his head, "Without a map of the Forbidden Forest, we wouldn't be able to get so many materials."

"And we heard from little Ronnie that the Marauder's Map originally belonged to your father, and he belonged to you."

Fred sighed, with a resentful expression on his face: "It means that we took your things and made a deal with you."

"Empty glove white wolf."

"Get a treasure house for nothing."

The two sang together, as if they had suffered a great loss.

Harry said nothing.

"So we want to ask you, is there anything we can do to help?" George tentatively asked, "Although we are just little wizards."

"And poor, with little ability, what about [-]% of the shares in the Weasley Brothers' Joke Workshop?" Fred struggled to say it out.

It wasn't that they were reluctant to part with [-]% of the shares, they just felt that they had treated Harry badly.

With a wave of Harry's wand, a bag of Galleons spit out from the Sorting Hat and fell into their hands.

It was so heavy that George, who was squatting on his toes, staggered.

"Harry?" George asked puzzled.

This big bag, to the touch, looked very much like Garen.

"Two hundred Galleons." Harry said softly, "I will add half of the investment."

George immediately put down the purse: "No, no, Harry, we don't need to..."

"I haven't finished yet." Harry shook his head, "I remember you two know some alchemy?"

George and Weasley held their heads high: "Of course!"

"Hogwarts doesn't have alchemy classes." George praised himself, "But we are confident that even Beauxbatons, the seventh-year student who chooses alchemy, may not be as good as us."

Fred pointed to his head: "We are geniuses when it comes to pranks, like Harry you, real geniuses."

Harry was serious: "As a shareholder of the Weasley brothers' joke shop, I would like to ask you to develop an alchemy bomb for me. I still have Professor Dumbledore's alchemy notes, and I can lend you a look."

"Bomb? The Muggle kind?" George was taken aback.

Harry nodded: "Yes, there must be a bomb with a magical effect."

George picked up the money bag and nodded: "No problem, I will draw up a contract later, and Mr. Potter, who owns [-]% of the Weasley brothers' shares."

Fred straightened his face and frowned: "But shouldn't the name be changed? The Joke Workshop of Weasley and Potter Brothers?"

George agreed.

Harry shook his head slightly: "No, there is no need to change the name."

The two of them were just about to shake their heads, rejecting Harry's argument, they were not the greedy type.

Harry pointed at them, "Weasley."

He pointed to himself again: "Brother."

George and Fred were taken aback, laughed, and nodded: "Then we're looking forward to the alchemy notes that Brother Harry got from Professor Dumbledore."

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(End of this chapter)