[hp] The Queen of Mischief works as a time and space merchant at Hogwarts

"Hidel, I seem to have heard my name? And, look, a book about raising toads! And my magic... Huh?" Hiller appeared out of nowhere, holding up a book "Toad Breeding" "Manual" said to Hidel happily.

"Hidel, the two people next to you..." Who are they? Hiller saw Fred and George and asked doubtfully.

"Fred,"

"And George..."

"Weasley." Cinder answered immediately. "I just had a really 'unforgettable' poker game with them."

George was a little surprised that Hidel quickly picked up what they were saying, and when his eyes touched Hiller, he evoked a wicked smile: "Is this Mr. Hiller? Your sister just said... Uh-huh!"

Khidr quickly jumped on George and covered his mouth. Just kidding, she has to rely on her brother's funds to go shopping, how can she let him hear the bad things she said.

"Oh, yes, I am. My sister said what...?"

"It's nothing, brother, I was just praising you and the two gentlemen for your generosity, handsomeness, seriousness and bravery!" Hidel pressed on George, completely unaware that the young man's ears beneath him were already red.

George only felt a silver light flash before his eyes, and his mouth was covered by a pair of white and soft little hands. He was stunned for a moment, and seemed to want to keep these hands for a while longer... George thought evilly.

"Ahem, this gentleman..." He concealed his blushing face and said deliberately.

"Hey..." Sure enough, Hidel leaned forward again and lowered his voice and said, "I still have to rely on him for shopping... Let's discuss it, don't say anything..."

George's eyes reflected the girl's figure. He felt as if his face was red from the bottom of his eyes to the base of his ears. He quickly turned his head away, gently pushed the girl away, and whispered in panic.

Hiller was dissatisfied with his sister sitting so close to other men, and muttered in a low voice: "Okay, it must be bad words, just say it, what are you doing to press on others..."

Khidr was satisfied. As long as you don't care, just say OK!

She stood up, turned to the stunned George and Fred, who was looking at George with squinted eyes, and said:

"Mr. Weasley, it's very challenging to play games with you! Looking forward to our next meeting."

"Ha... see you later, Miss Hidel." The heat on George's face slowly faded and he chuckled.

"Thank you for the Galleons! Nice to meet you." Fred turned his head and stopped staring at George.

"Well, goodbye..." Hiller was a little confused - Jin Gallon?

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George stared absently at Shidel's leaving figure.

"Hey, brother, you don't want to do something, do you?" It started in three years! Fred looked at George in surprise.

"Oh, of course not, I'm just a little curious." George quickly looked away. "Let's go find Mom and her friends. They have probably finished shopping. These Galleons are enough for us to buy the supplies we need." He held the Galleons in his hands and stood up as if to hide something.

"Haha, the next step of curiosity is..."

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Outside Flourish and Blott Bookstore.

"Jin Gallon? What did you do to my tuition fee..." Hiller said aggrievedly.

"Don't worry, it's not yours. It's all my own savings." Hidel took the map and glanced at Hiller casually. How could she be so stupid that she spent all her brother's tuition fees.

"Huh, that's good. After all, it's not impossible for you to finish it for me..." Shearer breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is that possible? I understand my brother," Hiller was about to protest, but Hidel slapped him on the head, "Stop playing around and buy a wand!"

"——I was so scared by you that I forgot to mention it——Look! My wand!" Shearer immediately excitedly took out his new wand when he heard the word "wand": "Unicorn tail hair core, Ash, thirteen inches!”

"Oh? Ash...read this:

'An ash wand will always stick to its true owner and is not suitable to be left or given to anyone else, as this will cause it to lose its power and skills. This trend is especially true if the wand has a unicorn hair core.

Wizards and witches who are best suited to using ash wands are not easily swayed from their views and goals. However, those hotheaded, overconfident witches and wizards who insist on trying this prestigious wand are usually disappointed with its effectiveness.

The ideal owner of this wand is someone who may be stubborn, certainly brave, but not always rude and arrogant. ’” Hidel pulled out a “Wand Core and Wood Manual”, turned to the introduction page of “Ash Wood”, and read.

"What a coincidence. The core of your wand happens to be unicorn tail hair... 'will always stick to its true master'... Not bad." This time Hidel said it quite sincerely.

"Hahaha, right! That's what old Ollivander seemed to say, but I forgot..." Shearer was as proud as a fool, "You must take it home to show your mother!"

"Okay, all that's left is pets - you mean, you want a toad?"

"Yes! Don't you think toads are cute?" Hiller's eyes sparkled.

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"I'm sorry that I can't understand its cuteness." Hidel put down the manual speechlessly.