HP's profit-seeking

Although it was agreed to arrive the next morning, Danica arrived at the Burrow that night because the affairs in France ended early.

Coughing and coming out of the Burrow fireplace, her clothes, which were clean and tidy, were dusty, with a speck of ashes on her face.

Fred was sitting at the dining table playing wizard chess with George, and when he heard her voice, he ran over to help her up, "Oh Danica, you're so early." Ash wiped off.

Danica couldn't stop coughing, the ashes choked her throat, and it was very uncomfortable, but the rest of the Weasleys were all looking at her, eight identical red-haired heads, eight pairs of curious eyes.Her scalp was a little numb, and she forced herself to temporarily ignore the abnormality in her throat. She greeted them hoarsely, "Good evening, I'm Danica Wilson, and I'm sorry for visiting late at night."

Then Mrs. Weasley's shrill voice came from upstairs, "Fred Weasley! George Weasley! Look what I've cleaned up in your room!" Her footsteps sounded exasperated. , and finally she stood at the foot of the stairs with her waist pinched, holding a long, multi-page price list in one hand, and she shouted, "How dare you?! So many orders! No wonder your grades are so poor! Time It's all used to make these things—"

Her voice stopped abruptly.Only then did Mrs. Weasley see the tall, red-haired girl standing beside Fred. She seemed to change her face, the expression on her face instantly changed from angry to happy, and she quickly stuffed the stack of order sheets into the apron pocket.

"Danica, you're here at last! I'm so happy!" said Mrs. Weasley, rushing down the stairs, taking her by the hand. "These six brats are driving me crazy."

"Sorry, I might have come unexpectedly..." Danica was interrupted by her, "Of course not, I'm ready. This is Bill, the eldest in the family; this is Charlie, the second, you We all know each other..." Mrs. Weasley introduced to her, "Come on, you will live with Ginny temporarily, go and see the room." She snatched the suitcase from Danica's hand and went upstairs first up.

Danica could only take out the hand that Fred was holding, and followed her upstairs.

In the days that followed, Fred felt that his life was much easier.Mrs. Weasley had given him enough face in front of Danica, and had refrained herself from scolding the twins as much as possible.

"Danica, you learn kitchen magic so quickly." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, Hermione and Ginny just ran upstairs (the Burrow where Hermione arrived yesterday), she said bitterly , "I finally enjoy the feeling of helping my daughter. You really helped me a lot. For the first time in more than ten years, I have a chance to take a breath. No, I'm going to take a break, my back It hurts too much..." She sat on the sofa in the living room and dozed off after basking in the sun for a while.

Danica smiled, her eyes on a pile of potatoes in the sink as they began to peel themselves.She floated the boiling kettle over the empty thermos and let it fill it.

Fred walked up to her, sat on the edge of the table, picked up an apple from the fruit bowl nearby and took a big bite, "When did you learn to use silent and wand magic?"

"This holiday. I told you I'm living in the house my parents left me, and it's in the Muggle neighborhood, so that's going to be a little bit of a hassle." Danica looked at him and said, "I'm going to be a bit of a wand if I use my wand." I was caught, but my research will stop without using magic. I have no choice but to hurry up and learn silent and wandless magic."

George just happened to hear them as he passed by, and he rolled his eyes, "Oh, there's nothing a wise man can do."

Danica made a face at him, and Fred stared at her for a moment, then smiled and said, "It seems like you've become more cheerful. That friend of your parents' was nice to you?"

"Of course. She takes good care of me, as considerate as a mother." The corner of Danica's mouth became wider, "And you, how was your summer vacation?"

Fred put a wand on the table and curled his lips, "That's it. My ears and George's ears are getting callused from Mom talking about it, especially after Percy started working at the Ministry of Magic. But there are still some interesting little inventions." Yes," he took out a piece of candy from his pants pocket, "Fat Tongue Toffee, do you want to try it?"

Danica helped put the candy in his hand back into his pocket, "You'd better find someone else."

Mr. Weasley came rushing in from outside, yelling, "Quick, Fred, get George and Ron up, before the time we've agreed to pick up Harry!"

Fred jumped off the table, kissed Danica lightly on the lips, and then moved a little distance, saying to her, "It won't be long before I get back." The breath of apples from his mouth entered Danica's slightly parted mouth.

After a while, Mr. Weasley walked into the fireplace with the twins and Ron and left.Danica helped the waking Mrs Weasley prepare dinner.

When Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen to pick vegetables in the garden and Bill and Charlie helped Danica while she was making cream of mushroom soup, several people emerged from the fireplace.

Harry jumped out of the fireplace, and Fred reached out and pulled him up, excitedly asking him, "Did he eat?"

"Eat, what is that?" Harry stood up.

"Fat Tongue Toffee," said Fred beaming. "George and I invented it, and we've been trying to get someone to try it all summer..."

Danica wiped the water off her hands and walked to him, "Did you really find someone to try?"

"Of course, his fat cousin," Fred said with a smile, pointing to Harry, "I just spilled candy on the ground on purpose, and he picked it up and ate it."

Laughter broke out in the tiny kitchen before Danica greeted Harry, "Hi Harry, how was your summer vacation? I hope your cousin is all right."

Ron and George sat down at the clean wooden table, and Bill and Charlie also greeted him.There was a slight pop in the air, and Mr Weasley popped up next to George, asking furiously, "This is no joke, Fred! What the hell did you feed that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give anything," Fred said with a smirk, and he put his arms around Danica's waist, "I just accidentally spilled it on the ground... I can't blame him for telling him to pick it up and eat it himself. "

"You did it on purpose!" roared Mr. Weasley.

George cut in eagerly. "How swollen is his tongue?"

"It swelled to more than four feet long before his parents let me shrink it down!"

There was another burst of laughter in the kitchen.

"You wait," he said angrily, "I'm going to tell your mother—"

"Tell me what?" came a voice behind them.Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen and looked at them suspiciously. "Hello, Harry, dear. Tell me, Arthur, what's going on?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated. "It's nothing, Molly," he said vaguely. "Fred and George just - I've already taught them -"

"What are they doing this time?" she snapped. "If it's about Weasleys tricks again—"

Danica quickly interrupted her, "Mrs. Weasley, how many times should cream of mushroom soup be added with milk now? Twice?"

"No, no, three times, dear, and then mushrooms."

Ron and Harry sang along. "Show you where you sleep, Harry? It's in my room." "Huh? Oh, yes."

"We're going too!" cried George.

"You don't move!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.Everyone else quickly slipped out of the kitchen, away from this place of right and wrong.In the end, Mr. Weasley was forced by her to ask about Tongue Toffee, and told her in detail.

Mrs. Weasley exploded, "I said so! Stop doing those pointless pranks!"

"That's not meaningless! Doesn't it make sense for you to go to the Ministry of Magic?!" Fred also became angry, Danica grabbed his hand and tried to stop him, but failed.Mrs. Weasley and the twins got into an argument, and George and Fred slammed the door and left.

"These two fellows!" said Mrs. Weasley viciously, drawing several cauldrons from the cupboard, "I don't know what they're going to become. Not a bit ambitious, just trying to get into trouble all day long." ..." She endured for several days without scolding them, and finally broke out today.

Danica silently took a large brass saucepan from her hand and put it on the stove. "It's not that they're not smart," Mrs. Weasley poked her wand angrily, and lit the fire, "but those smarts are not in place, and unless they can quickly cheer up and turn around, they will be in bad luck. More owls have flown in from Hogwarts to complain to them than anyone else combined. If they keep going like this, they'll end up in the Misuse of Magic office."

Danica pulled out the drawer, several knives popped out, and started chopping potatoes.

"I really don't understand what's wrong with our education." Mrs. Weasley said, putting down her wand and pulling out a few more saucepans. — oh no!" She picked up her wand from the table, only to have it transform into a giant rubber mouse with a piercing squeal.

"It's their fake wands again!" she growled. "How many times have I told them not to leave these things lying around!"

Danica hurriedly handed her her wand, but the pot on the stove was already smoking.

"When will the two of them save me?" Mrs. Weasley was furious. "After marriage? Or after having children of their own?"

Danica's face burst into red, and she hurriedly brought the prepared dishes to the big table in the yard. There were too many of them, so they could only eat outside.

In the evening they had a sumptuous and boisterous dinner, and were sent to bed early by Mrs. Weasley. They had to get up early the next day to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

The next day, when it was still dark outside, Danica was ushered into the twins' room by Mrs Weasley to wake them up.

"Fred, wake up! We're leaving soon!" Danica pushed and pushed Fred who was sleeping on the lower bunk, with one bare leg sticking out of the covers, snoring loudly.

"Yeah, I'll get up right away." He responded indiscriminately, without opening his eyes, turned over and continued to sleep.

Danica pinched the flesh on his arm angrily, and he woke up instantly, yelling impatiently, "Wake up!" He opened his eyes to see that it wasn't Mrs. Weasley who woke him up, but Mrs. It was his girlfriend, and he quickly covered the quilt to cover his boxer pajamas.

"You go down first, and George and I will go down soon." He pushed Danica out in embarrassment.

Before long, everyone was dressed and standing in the living room sleepily, all in Muggle attire.Mr. Weasley, wearing what appeared to be a golf jacket and a pair of very well-worn jeans, was sitting at the dining table, checking tickets.Fred and George wore identical baggy T-shirts and jeans.Danica, on the other hand, wore a sleeveless vest and denim shorts. The hem of the dress was knotted, revealing a slender waist, and a short coat was tied around the waist.Wearing a pair of studded ankle boots on her feet, she is dressed for a music festival.

"Why don't you see Bill and Charlie and Per-per-Percy?" said George, yawning again uncontrollably.

"Don't they Apparate?" said Mrs. Weasley, scooping porridge into everyone's bowls, "so they can sleep in for a while."

"So they're still sound asleep?" Fred said angrily. "Why can't we Apparate too?"

"Because you failed the exam," Mrs. Weasley shot back. "Charlie had to pass twice, and Percy only two weeks ago. Now shut up and eat."

They finished breakfast and the group was about to look for the Portkey when Mrs. Weasley suddenly snapped, "George!" Everyone was startled.

"What's the matter?" said George innocently, but he couldn't fool his mother.

"What's in your pocket?"

"nothing!"

"Don't tell me nonsense!"

Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and read, "Fly around!"

Something colorful jumped out of his pocket.George reached out to grab them, missed them, and jumped straight into Mrs Weasley's outstretched palm.

"Tell you to destroy these things!" said Mrs. Weasley angrily, holding up what was undoubtedly Tongue Toffee in her hand. "Empty your pockets, hurry up, you two!"

"Fly around! Fly around! Fly around!" she yelled, as taffy whizzed out of all sorts of unexpected places, including the lining of George's jacket, and Inside the cuff of Reid's jeans.Their plan to smuggle large quantities of taffy out of their home fails.

"It took us half a year to develop these things!" Fred shouted aggrievedly when he saw Mrs. Weasley throwing the taffy aside.

"Half a year to spend on this, not bad!" shrieked Mrs Weasley, "No wonder OwLs didn't get good grades!"

The others did not dare to make a sound.When they left, the atmosphere was not very good. "Goodbye, have a good time," said Mrs. Weasley, "be nice," she called after the twins as they departed, but they neither turned nor answered.Danica gave her an apologetic smile and caught up with them.

The moon is still in the sky.There is only a trace of livid gray on the horizon, proving that dawn is coming.They trudged up Ferret Mountain, and Danica tripped over hidden rabbit holes or slipped on dew-covered grass from time to time. Fred could only hold her hand tightly and pull her up. climb.Finally, they climbed to the top of the mountain.

"Yes, we arrived on time - 10 minutes to go..." Mr. Weasley wiped his glasses and said breathlessly, "Now we just need to find the Portkey, it won't be very big... Find it quickly ..."

Everyone spread out and searched separately.Not long after, a shout pierced the quiet night sky.

"Here, Arthur! Come here, we found it." On the other side of the mountain, several figures came over.It was Cedric and his father, and Stacy and Roger.

Cedric's father was a red-faced wizard with a short brown-red beard and an old musty boot in his hand.

"Let me introduce you. This is Amos Diggory," said Mr. Weasley. "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Beasts. This is his son, Cedric, and the other two are his schoolmates." .You all know each other?"

"Of course." Stacy rushed over and hugged Danica.After everyone exchanged simple greetings, Mr. Weasley urged, "One minute to go, boys, all you have to do is touch the portkey and hold out a finger—"

They formed a tight circle, each carrying a large backpack, and huddled together to find a place on the old boots, and finally all of them came across the portkey.

"Three..." Mr. Weasley's eyes were fixed on the pocket watch, "two...one..."

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1. The next chapter will be about the Quidditch World Cup and the Death Eaters□□