The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 814

"I feel like I'm going crazy!"

Sirius tossed aside the rag in his hand and sat down on the chair.They have been cleaning 12 Grimmauld Place for days on end, taking great pains to remove a lot of dust, cobwebs and mess.

However, until now, not even a room has been cleaned thoroughly, and it is not easy to clean the place so that people can live in it.

Sometimes magic is not as practical as imagined, especially when dealing with this house that has not been cleaned for more than ten years.Even if you command a rag to wipe carefully, it is difficult to wipe things thoroughly, and many stubborn molds need to be cleaned up slowly with a lot of effort.

"Don't be lazy Sirius, if you want to take Harry to live with you at 12 Grimmauld Place, you have to clean the place well." Lupine frowned at the lackluster Sirius.He had already guessed that the other party's patience was running out. Most wizards were not good at handling housework, and usually liked to use magic to solve problems.

"I'll give Harry a new home, but you have to let me rest first!" Sirius poured himself a glass of butterbeer, took a big sip, and changed the subject and asked, "You returned the Galleons to him?" ?”

"Mr. Anderson has already received the Order of Merlin Third Class, and I think he probably doesn't need me to cooperate with him in testing the Restoration Curse." Lupine sighed softly: "Besides, from the very beginning, I felt that he was worthy of the award." Too much."

"He just shared with you the five thousand Galleons he got from me." Sirius drank the butterbeer in his cup, stared at the sneaky shadow outside the door, and closed the wooden door with his wand , continued: "Of course, it is undeniable that that guy is very generous and powerful, and he was able to get himself the third class of the Order of Merlin for himself when he was underage. He is really an amazing guy. I think some people will probably be furious Bar!"

"I heard that he has also won the International Wizard Chess Championship and the Magic School Potion Championship." When Lupine first learned about these things, he was also very surprised, "That Mr. Anderson made me feel like seeing Dumbledore Professor Lido's delusion when he was young."

"Tell me about Harry, is the smart little girl he was with last time his girlfriend?" Sirius was obviously more interested in his godson.

"No, Harry and Hermione should just be good friends." Lupine reminded helplessly: "Besides, they are only 14 years old now."

"I remember when James was very young, he started to like Lily." Sirius recalled: "I remember on the train. Well, you probably don't know, we were in the same car at the time, and later, James Had some unpleasant conflicts with Snape."

"Lily was in the same car as Snape. I think James probably had a crush on Lily at that time."

"Later, you also know that as long as Lily is around, James's clever head seems to rust?"

"Getting silly," Lupine added, laughing.

"Yes, that's it." Sirius always missed the funny things about his old friends recently. "The two of them are still young, maybe when they grow up, they may be together."

"Maybe."

"By the way, how are you thinking about opening a store?" While speaking, Sirius jumped to another topic.

"Then what kind of shop do you think we should open?" Mentioning the matter of opening a shop, Lu Ping frowned and asked, "Is it really suitable for you to open a shop based on your personality, and can you really make money by opening a shop? You can't keep losing money." money?"

"Tell me what you think!" said Sirius nonchalantly.

"Last time, when I wrote to Albert, I mentioned the matter of opening a store by the way. When he replied, he included two suggestions." Lupine said as he poured himself a glass of butterbeer.

"What advice?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Open a gourmet shop in Hogsmeade and sell it exclusively to Hogwarts students. The premise is that we are interested in all kinds of food, drinks and sweets, or we have a famous house elf who is good at this." Lupine smiled wryly. , "He thinks this should be able to make us a lot of money, and he has a way to help us solve most of the problems, but he will be busy at night."

"What's the second suggestion?" Sirius asked, frowning.To be honest, he really has no talent in cooking.

At least, Sirius hadn't used the kitchen for a long time.

"The second way is to publish a magazine, a magazine suitable for Hogwarts students to buy." Lupine continued: "And establish a radio station of your own. He didn't say the specific plan, but Mr. Anderson said that we will Might need to use this thing to spread my voice."

"What do you mean?" Sirius felt that there was something else in the words.

"I don't know." Lupine shook his head.

"Then which one do you think is more suitable?" Sirius asked.

Honestly, Sirius didn't like either of these proposals, but he'd no doubt have to make some compromises to help his old buddy get a proper job if the two wanted to set up shop.

Lupine shook his head and said nothing.He didn't think Sirius was qualified for these jobs, his old buddy at most wanted to spend a sum of money to help him open a shop, that's all.

"We can talk to him again then," said Sirius. "That guy has no prejudice against you."

At this time, a snow-white owl flew in from the window.

"It's a letter from Harry." Sirius recognized Harry's Hedwig at a glance, and has been writing letters every few days recently.

"What's in the letter?" asked Lupine.

"Harry asked when I was going to pick him up, and said the Weasleys had invited him to the Quidditch World Cup."

Sirius looked at the surrounding environment, sighed softly, and murmured: "I suddenly feel that I am very incompetent as a godfather."

"Don't say that, you just haven't gotten used to the role you play." Lupine comforted softly.

"No, I messed up everything." Sirius was a little discouraged, "I should try to get a few tickets for the Quidditch World Cup now, I need two, three, or five, and invite I haven't thanked Crookshanks enough, Harry's friend."

"Mr. Anderson said he didn't need it anymore. He mentioned it in his letter to me. A friend gave him several tickets for the Quidditch World Cup." Lupine remembered something, and suddenly said: "He seems to have guessed that I I'm helping you clean up, so let me tell you about that."

"Forget it, first make sure how many tickets you need, and then get tickets for the Quidditch World Cup." Sirius looked at Lupin and said, "We can go to the World Cup in advance, anyway, there is still a long time before the full moon, don't refuse , otherwise I would be embarrassed to ask you to help me clean this house together."

"Okay." Lupine hesitated for a moment, and could only accept Black's offer.

……

"How will the recruitment go? Is it going well?" Mrs. Weasley looked at her son expectantly.

"It's very successful. I have entered the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and I have been appreciated by Mr. Crouch." Percy proudly announced the good news to everyone.

With his beautiful resume, there are many departments in the Ministry of Magic that are willing to recruit him. In the end, Percy chose to trust Albert's judgment and entered the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, Percy did not make the choice blindly, but Barty Crouch, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, is a very capable person who likes to do practical things. The chance of promotion is better compared with such a person. big.

As it turned out, Mr. Crouch was quick to look at his resume and choose himself as his assistant, even though he couldn't even remember his own name.

"That's wonderful, I'm so proud of you." Mrs Weasley was pleased with that.

"Oh, congratulations Percy, the boring office life will always be with you." Fred and George slapped Percy on the shoulder vigorously to express his congratulations.

"Shut up," said Percy impatiently.

"If only you two would save me some trouble like Percy did."

Mrs. Weasley stared dissatisfiedly at her two sons who made her very worried. The OWLs of Fred and George disappointed her. Each of them only passed five subjects, and they were still very reluctant.

"What's so good about working in the Ministry of Magic?" Fred curled his lips disdainfully: "Albert didn't want to work in the Ministry of Magic."

"He's him, you're you," said Mrs. Weasley angrily.

"He is a genius, a master of prophecy, and he can see things more accurately than anyone else. If the Ministry of Magic is so good, why doesn't Albert want to work in the Ministry of Magic?" Fred retorted, "George and I don't want to work in the Ministry of Magic, nor I don’t want to face a boring office for the rest of my life.”

"Don't talk back." Mrs. Weasley put her hips on her hips, glaring at her son.

"Actually, many people say that if Albert enters the Ministry of Magic after graduation, he can become the Minister of Magic in at most ten years." George interjected, "But he just doesn't want to enter the Ministry of Magic, and even predicted that the Ministry of Magic will be in the past. It will collapse in a few years.

"Who predicted that the Ministry of Magic would collapse?" Ginny just came down from the stairs, looked at Mrs. Weasley and asked, "Mom, did Charlie and Bill say when they would be back?"

"They wrote back, probably until August." After finishing speaking, Mrs. Weasley turned to look at Fred and George. "If you don't go to work at the Ministry of Magic, what are you going to do in the future?"

"We want to open a joke shop." Fred and George said in unison. "That's our dream. We decided a long time ago to open a joke shop after graduation. You and Dad don't have to worry about us."

"Are you trying to piss me off?" Mrs. Weasley roared.

"What's wrong with opening the shop?" Fred and George complained dissatisfiedly, "We have our own ideals, our own wishes, and the life we ​​want. We don't want to go to the Ministry of Magic, and we don't want to live that boring life. Life is up to us to decide."

"I'd like to see how you plan to open the shop." Mrs. Weasley walked away angrily.

"Don't worry, when we earn money, mom won't object any more." Fred noticed Ginny's gaze and shrugged. you shut up."

"This is a very realistic thing. My mother just thinks rigidly and thinks that the Ministry of Magic's job is more stable." George laughed at himself, "If you can live better, who would refuse? What's more, the Ministry of Magic is about to collapse. "

"Who made that prophecy about the downfall of the Ministry of Magic?" Ginny asked again.

"Albert, of course." Fred and George said in unison.

"Can he really prophesy?" Ginny had also heard the rumor.

"Of course, if you want to make money, this Quidditch World Cup is a good opportunity. Albert promised to help predict the outcome of the last game. Betting with us will definitely make a lot of money." Fred Said with a grin.

"Remember to take me with you then." Ron also came down from upstairs and said to the twin brothers.

"No gambling." Mrs. Weasley looked at her sons angrily.

"Mom, this is a good chance to make a fortune. Albert has never lost a bet." Ron complained, "You don't know how many Galleons Fred and George made with him."

"No gambling!" Mrs. Weasley warned.

"It's not a gamble, it's a surefire deal," Ron muttered.

"What did you say?"

Mrs. Weasley glared at her son, none of these guys reassured him.

"It's nothing, by the way, Mom. Harry just wrote to me. He seems to be in some trouble." Ron quickly changed the subject, betting that Fred and George would take care of him when the time comes.

"What's the problem?" Mrs. Weasley was successfully distracted by Harry's matter.

"Well, Uncle Harry's son seems to be trying to lose weight, so the whole family is going on a diet. Can you help Harry prepare some food so that he won't be hungry."

"Oh, no problem, I'll prepare some mince for Harry tonight." Mrs. Weasley walked away.

"lose weight?"

Fred and George's expressions were very strange: "Albert always tried to lose weight for his cat, but he lost more and more fat."

"Tom is very cute." Ginny also touched Tom, she looked up at Fred and George and asked, "By the way, when you plan to open the store, it will definitely need a lot of money."

"They already have a lot of money," said Ron sourly. "Harry told me that Albert gave them [-]% of the Galleons he got from Black."

"[-]%...how much?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Five hundred Galleons."

"Tell me again, how much?" Percy's eyes almost popped out.

"Five hundred Galleons, each." George said with a smile, "So, we don't have to worry about opening a store at all."

"How is it possible, how is it possible." Percy murmured, "Why did Black give Albert five thousand Galleons?"

"Why is it impossible? Albert has been eyeing Black for a long time, and he was going to take us to capture him for a bounty." George glanced at Mrs. Weasley who was eavesdropping on them, and continued: "Later, After investigation, we found many unreasonable things, suspected that Black might be innocent, so we didn't attack Black when he broke into Hogwarts."

"You mean Albert knew about Black breaking into Hogwarts." Percy asked in disbelief.

"Albert is a seer. It's easy to predict when Sirius Black will appear." Fred said proudly, "Black is just a money bag in his eyes."

"Later, Albert made an agreement with someone to help Black restore his reputation, and Black paid a Galleon as a reward." George said naturally, "Otherwise, why do you really think Sirius Black was able to recover so smoothly? reputation?"

"So, you are all rich now?" Ginny was also shocked by Albert's generosity. It was a thousand Galleons, and he gave it as he said.

"My gown is up to you." Ron put his hands together and asked, "God knows what a second-hand gown looks like."

"We would like to buy you a new set, but those galleons are all in Albert's vault, and that money will be used as the start-up capital of the joke shop in the future." George shrugged, looking like I can't help it now "You can bet with us in the Quidditch World Cup final, and it's not easy to earn money for a dress."

"He's so nice to you," said Ron enviously.

"Albert calls this called having Garen and everyone earning it together, and Garen will never finish earning."

"By the way, Ron, have you mentioned to Harry about going to the Quidditch World Cup together?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not sure about this, maybe Harry will go to the football game with his godfather Sirius." Ron spread his hands and said he didn't know, "I think the probability of Harry going to the football game with his godfather is higher , He said he would contact me in two days."

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked again, she and Hermione had a good relationship.

"I don't know." Ron shook his head. "Harry said that he might invite Hermione to come with me. They seem to be planning to watch more than just one football game."

"Great, it would be great to watch the game for most of the summer vacation." Fred and George said.

"Percy, how is your application going?" Just then, the kitchen door was pushed open, and Mr. Weasley walked in with a briefcase.

"I have successfully entered the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic." Percy said absently, "I have about a month to familiarize myself with the work of the Ministry of Magic, and then I can officially go to work."

"That's wonderful." Mr. Weasley was genuinely happy for his son.

"Dad, Fred and I don't want to work in the Ministry of Magic. We plan to open a joke shop after graduation." George said suddenly.

"Oh, open a shop?" Mr. Weasley was silent, he couldn't help his son.

"Don't worry about money, we are ready." George knew the reason for his father's silence, and continued, "I hope you can help us convince mom."

"Where did you get the money?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"The last time Black successfully restored his reputation was Albert's help." Ron briefly said the whole thing. The expression on Mr. Weasley's face was particularly wonderful, his mouth grew wide, and he didn't know what to say.

"You have grown up." Mr. Weasley said with a complicated expression, "Since Albert is optimistic about you and is willing to help you, I will not say anything. I will help you convince her on your mother's side."

"I agree." Mrs. Weasley was still very angry. "Even if I don't agree, what can I do? You all have grown wings and can fly by yourself."

"No, in Albert's words, this is financial independence, and the whole person is also independent." George couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, the method Albert gave really worked.

"By the way, Dad, why didn't the newspapers report that Albert received the Order of Merlin Third Class?" Fred suddenly remembered something and couldn't help asking when he was eating, "Besides, the Ministry of Magic sent His Order of Merlin, Third Class, is still gilded."

"Gold-plated what?" Ron asked curiously.

"Medals, Albert wrote to us two days ago to mention this." George added, "I remember he complained last time that the golden cauldron was gold-plated."

"Well, I'm actually not too sure about this." Mr. Weasley was a little embarrassed. He had heard about this incident. It seemed that Fudge deliberately suppressed the news of Albert's award, because some purebloods didn't want everyone Knowing that an underage wizard actually won the third class of the Order of Merlin.

In their internal words, it is a kind of protection for underage wizards.

Mr. Weasley was equally astonished when he accidentally heard the news from someone else.

"I think it's not unreasonable for Albert to hate the Ministry of Magic." Fred said, "I remember the Ministry of Magic deducted his youth award last time."

"The Wizengamot British Youth Representative Award," said George.

"Yes, that's it," said Fred.

"Really? I mean the Wizengamot British Youth Representative Award?" Mr. Weasley was very surprised, of course he knew what that meant.

"Of course it's true," said Fred. "Albert's friends at the Wizengamot told him. We've all read it."

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(End of this chapter)