Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Chapter 265 Fred, George, you don't want your mother to know...

Fred, George, let's go to Gringotts to get the proceeds first. Charlie said in an uncontrollable excited tone.

Okay, Dad probably will only allow you to go, after all, you are adults.

Fred sighed forcefully, carefully took out the signboard representing the betting funds between himself and George from his pocket, and gently placed it in Bill's hand.

His movements are delicate, as if he is holding extremely fragile glassware.

Then let's go! Bill said with a smile,

Such a huge sum of money is worth half a year's salary!

I don't worry about letting these golden little cuties just lie in the hands of goblins. I have worked with them for so long, and I know what kind of character those things are.

They are so greedy for money, wishing that all the gold in the world is theirs... I think it's safest to hold the money in your hands!

As they spoke, Bill and Charlie walked briskly all the way and blended into the crowd, and soon disappeared.

I've made a lot of money! After Bill and Charlie left, Fred's eyes had turned into the shape of Galleons,

We really made a lot of money this time! This is the most money I've ever made!

Indeed, the goblins gave us fifteen times the odds, and we bet two hundred Galleons together with Dad!

George also sighed aside,

It only took one afternoon to become three thousand gold Galleons! It's so cool!

Ron on the side swallowed enviously, and Ginny also lamented what the brothers had gained.

Before the Weasley family, only Mr. Weasley had a job, and Mrs. Weasley was a full-time housewife.

It wasn't until the last few years, when Bill, Charlie, and Percy graduated and found work, that the Weasleys were doing better financially.

But before that, although Mrs. Weasley was self-sufficient in terms of food through magic, but various necessities such as magic robes still needed money to buy.

This also led to the fact that the children of the Weasley family did not have much pocket money. Ginny had saved pocket money for three full years, but basically never spent it, and it was barely enough for three Galleons until now.

Fred, George, where did you two get so much money? Ron leaned over curiously,

That's a full two hundred Galleons, which is worth three months' salary of Dad!

Do you two have that much pocket money?

Fred rolled his eyes: Dear little Ronnie...

Don't call me by that name! Ron said a little irritably, scratching his hair vigorously.

But Fred ignored him.

...I think the brain is a good thing, but you don't seem to be able to use it.

Money is something that won't grow if it doesn't move! You have to learn to let money make money.

For example, the two of us chose to make some interesting and funny items, and then sold them to other students at Hogwarts to get our first funds.

Plus that money, Charlie, Bill and Dad all contributed.

Papa took one Galleon, Charlie took forty-seven Galleons, and Bill took... forty-nine Galleons?

George looked at Fred with some uncertainty, and Fred nodded, It's forty-nine gold Galleons.

The remaining 103 gold Galleons were all contributed by us. It was the pocket money we had saved for several years and the profits from selling homemade magic items.

As he spoke, he nodded at Harry, who just smiled back at him.

Seeing the envious eyes of Ginny and Ron, George rubbed his sister's head triumphantly:

Ginny, we will take care of your new robes and textbooks this year!

Really? The little girl's eyes lit up instantly.

After being affirmed by the twin brothers, Ginny jumped up and down with joy, her fiery red hair flickered, looking extremely lively.

Ron glanced at his younger sister enviously, and after a little hesitation, he leaned in front of his two older brothers.

Fred, George, I'm your younger brother too! You can't favor one over another!

Fred, what did our dear little Ronnie say? George picked out his ears, purposely not looking at Ron, but turning his head to look at Fred.

I don't know, George. Fred shook his head vigorously, Maybe he wants us to teach him how to spend money!

Then this really should let him study hard, it's best to observe it on the spot. George agreed,

After all, spending money is a skill, isn't it?

Oh, wait... Fred intentionally showed a look of embarrassment on his face,

We seem to have forgotten a key point...

...Yes, Fred, we forgot...

...Little Ronnie...

He doesn't have that much money! Finally, the two said in unison, with presumptuous smiles on their faces.

Ron's face instantly flushed as red as his hair.

He took a deep breath, not knowing which tendon was misplaced, and suddenly whispered:

Fred, George, you don't want your mother to know you play football!

If you don't want to, you'd better...

Before the words were finished, the Weasley twins' hands were stuck on Ron's left and right shoulders, and at the same time a standard chokehold sealed him up.

Our dear little Ronnie, have you grown up? Fred said with a smile, but his tone seemed heavier than before.

Yeah, it's time for you to learn about the dangerous world that belongs to adults! George responded with a smile on his face.

For some reason, Ron shivered suddenly, feeling that something bad was about to happen to him.

Ginny, help me! Ron simply pulled his face down and asked his sister for help.

The Weasley twins loved this sister the most. As long as Ginny spoke, Ron would be spared.

But Ginny covered her mouth and smiled softly, and naturally retreated to Harry's side:

Fred, George, leave us alone, just pretend we don't exist!

After hearing what their sister said, Fred and George laughed grimly again, and their hands became a little stronger.

Mr. Weasley heard the noise of the children behind him, but he only glanced back, saw that it was the three sons who were fighting, and stopped asking.

So poor Ron... probably due to his threatening language, he's about to get a good fix from his brothers.

Hermione glanced at the group of boys who were fighting together speechlessly, and then decisively looked away:

There are so many people here, why can they fight so recklessly? Why can't they be more mature?

Who knows? Harry chuckled lightly, Maybe it's because she's too energetic and has nowhere to vent her energy.

Just like the newly-promoted Immortal Witch. Harley added silently in her heart, and lamented her glorious days in the past.

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After returning to the camp, Mr. Weasley simply chose to be the shopkeeper and let the children stay in Sirius' tent.

As for himself, he wanted to have a few drinks with Sirius to celebrate the great victory of the Irish team.

Bill and Charlie bumped into Mr. Weasley on the way back to the station, and handed Mr. Weasley's fifteen Galleons into his hands.

Mr. Weasley was very pleased with that. Although no more money was pressed at the time, insurance was the most important thing for him.

Mr. Weasley doesn't like gambling!

After Bill and Charlie found the tent according to the guidance of Sirius, the four people who made a bet immediately started the dividing the spoils operation, and everyone got their share.

This made Ron so envious that his saliva almost dripped down.

But he spent his pocket money on souvenir statuettes of Krum, and had no money to play ball games.

After distributing the money, it wasn't too late, and the parents didn't return, so Ron took the rest of the Weasley family and started playing wizard chess with great interest.

Ginny pestered the two seniors to discuss some interesting topics.

However, the little girl's hobbies are a bit biased. She doesn't like the cosmetics and perfumes that are often discussed among girls. Instead, she prefers to study evil spells, such as the bat spell.

She also demonstrated the spell live once, and the effect made Halle amazed:

Ginny, your use of this spell is exquisite!

Everyone kept arguing in the tent until after nine o'clock, and it was almost ten o'clock when Sirius and Mr. Weasley returned to the tent smelling of alcohol.

Harry cast a disgusted glance at the two of them, and waved his wand.

Two bottles of potions flew out of Harry's pocket automatically, and poured them directly on the heads of the two drunks.

The potion exuded a strange luster, and quickly integrated into the bodies of Mr. Weasley and Sirius.

The smell of alcohol on their bodies was quickly expelled, and their consciousness began to become sober.

Oh, no, Harry! After realizing what happened, Sirius couldn't help but wailed,

You can't do this! The greatest pleasure of drinking fire whiskey is the warmth of the fire beating in the stomach and the feeling of being intoxicated!

You're taking away the fruits of our hard work all night!

You call a night of firewhiskey a hard night?

Harry rolled his eyes involuntarily, wanting to cast a Freezing Charm on his godfather to clear his mind a bit.

Calculating the time, Senior Riddle and Peter Pettigrew will probably make their move too.

Harry stopped talking to his godfather who was crying and howling, and looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist.

They plan to launch a Dark Mark into the sky... and take advantage of the chaos to take Barty Crouch Jr. away...

Harry moved his ears slightly, and heard a burst of noise coming from outside the tent.

Has it started yet?

A small snake slid out from the tip of Harry's wand, carefully avoided all obstacles along the ground, and came outside the tent.

Harley's eyes had emerald green, and the same thing happened to the little snake's eyes.

But something doesn't seem right.

Harry originally thought that after Senior Riddle fired the Dark Mark, there would at most be a panic in the camp, and there would be no other reactions.

But in fact, spells of various colors were flying around the camp, and the disheveled wizards were running wildly towards the edge of the camp.

A group of wizards in black robes, hoods, and masks covering their entire bodies were rampaging through the camp.

They laughed wildly while swaying spells wantonly.

There were four people floating above their heads, those people were constantly struggling and twisted into various weird shapes.

It was as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers and the men above were marionettes.

Harry vaguely remembered that the figure in the sky was the camp warden, Mr. Muggle Roberts.

The woman next to him is probably his wife, and the two smaller figures are his children.

What the hell? Harry was a little dazed, she checked Peter Pettigrew's memory last night, and there was no such plan in it!

In less than two minutes, the people in the tent also heard the noise outside, mixed with the cries of men and women.

Mr. Weasley, who had completely recovered from his drunken state, walked out of the tent to check the situation. After a while, he immediately retreated and shouted into the room:

Kids, there's an emergency! Someone's drunk and rioting... a riot to be precise!

The voice inside the tent fell silent for an instant, and Harry calmly canceled the extraordinary ability outside the tent.

After a second or two, the room instantly became noisier.

But Sirius assisted Mr. Weasley to silence the children's noise:

Bill, Charlie, Percy! The three of you, take your siblings, and Hermione, and retreat to the woods on the edge of the camp!

It's safer there!

What about you and Daddy? Bill asked aloud. And Harley! You didn't mention Harley!

Oh, Sirius had already drawn out his wand, let's assist the Ministry of Magic to maintain order here.

Harry can come with us.

Are you kidding, Sirius! said Mr. Weasley sternly,

She's a child! A fourteen-year-old girl!

This kind of riot is the business of us adults, children should not be exposed to war!

Believe me, Harley has this strength. Sirius explained quickly,

She can easily beat me and Lupine alone!

Even Dumbledore admits this, admits Harry's strength!

Mr. Weasley was taken aback for a moment, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

Sirius is a comrade-in-arms worthy of his back, and Sirius probably cares most about Harley in this world.

He didn't believe that Sirius would lie at such a critical place and harm Harry.

What's more... A great wizard like Professor Dumbledore also recognized Harry's strength, which is even more of a boost to Mr. Weasley.

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(Thanks to Nine-tailed Flame Fox, Sakura 1314, Ranger z, and Jim Mein for their rewards!)