HP's profit-seeking

Since the last time the Death Eaters wreaked havoc in Diagon Alley, not many shops were still open here.Danica hurried past the dimly lit storefront buried under the notice, and stood in front of the most ostentatious Weasley joke store.

A huge Weasley doll above the storefront kept taking off his top hat, revealing a rabbit standing on red hair.The window to the left is colorful and full of merchandise that spins, twitches, flashes, jumps and screams.The window on the right was covered with a huge poster, purple like those of the Ministry of Magic, but printed in big bright yellow letters:

Why are you worried about You-Know-Who?

you should care

Constipation Ren——

The feeling of constipation afflicts the Chinese people!

Danica couldn't help laughing as she crossed her chest at the ridiculously fake and real ad.Then she sighed, although she deviated from the original idea, but there are always people who are step by step towards the dream, and finally come true.

She opened the door and walked into the store.It was filled with customers, everyone had a smile on their face, and a group of teenagers watched excitedly as a small wooden figure slowly climbed the steps towards a realistic set of noose bars.It read: Reusable Hangman - A Scrabble toy that hangs the hangman if you can't spell.Danica continued to squeeze in, she could barely get to the front of the shelf to look, there were so many people.

"Patented product: Daydream Curse..." She stood behind several people, squinting at the explanatory text on the back of a box on the shelf. There was also a brightly colored picture printed on the box. A handsome young man and A bewitched girl stands together on the deck of a pirate ship.

"With just one spell, you can enter a high-quality, extremely realistic three-ten-minute daydream, suitable for ordinary school classes." Danica said, raising her hand and taking it off the shelf. That box, "You can take one for free if you want."

Danica looked up and looked back, Fred put the Daydream Charm into her arms with a smile on his face, "I don't think you may need it, after all, I'm enough, I can realize all your dreams. "

"I didn't know you'd learned so much rhetoric," Danica said, laughing, examining the magenta robes he was wearing, which looked out of place with his fiery red hair.

"I just read some books," Fred said, holding her in the other direction, pointing excitedly at all kinds of fancy things, "this is a punching telescope... oh, we also improved the magic wand In a flash, a dozen cheap wands can turn into rubber chickens with a flick, and the most expensive ones, if the user is unsuspecting, they will take a beating on the head..."

He pointed to another booth with cards and ropes, "Muggle-"

"Magic," Danica snapped back.

"That's right, Muggle magic!" said Fred happily. "Selling to my dad's weirdo who likes Muggle stuff, you know. It doesn't make a lot of money, but it keeps flowing. I'll take you there." Turn around and show you some good things."

He lifted a curtain next to Muggle magic supplies, and inside was a somewhat dark, but not too crowded room, with shelves lined with relatively low-key product packaging.

"Here are some more serious products we just developed." Fred rummaged from the shelf, pulled out a little top hat hidden in the innermost place, and put it on Danica's head, "I I know this creamy yellow suits your hair color best, so I specially reserved it for you."

"It's an anti-spell hat. We thought it was just a joke. The Ministry of Magic bought five hundred of them for all their staff! Now we are still receiving large orders!" He leaned lazily on the On the shelf, I watched Danica find a mirror to look at, "It's interesting to say, there are so many people, even those who work in the Ministry of Magic, can't recite a decent Iron Armor Charm."

"Not all people are like this. They turn a blind eye to the simplest things and always want to challenge the difficulties, but in fact they can't even recite the Iron Armor Curse." Danica said indifferently.

"Yeah. So we went on to develop the anti-spell cloak and anti-spell gloves..."

Danica took off the hat and looked at it, "But it doesn't really do that much, does it?"

"If my customers were as smart as you, we wouldn't have to do business." Fred said with a smile, "It doesn't do much for the Unforgivable Curse, but as long as you stare at the other person's face, some small jinxes are still It can bounce back."

He grabbed Danica's shoulders with glowing eyes. "See?"

"See what? I only saw you," Danica replied with some hesitation, "Your face has become more handsome?"

"Oh thank you, I know." Fred shook her excitedly, "It's a business opportunity, we plan to fully enter the field of Defense Against the Dark Arts, because it's a cash cow. Look at this, stealth smoke/mist bomb, Peru Imported. Handy if you want to get away quickly. And this bait bomb/bomb, just sold out..."

Danica could only be dragged by him to look at the things in the room, which were indeed very interesting and useful.

Finally, Fred finally finished introducing all the products in the room with satisfaction, and took Danica upstairs, "Because I'm too busy with business, and I'm living in the Burrow,—oh, yes, Slime is Fu Rong, her name sounds like Slimy Phlegm, we all call her that. Everyone doesn’t like her very much, Mom thinks she’s too beautiful, she looks out of place... Where did I go?"

"Fleur lives in the Burrow." Danica was led up the stairs by him, "Why is she going to the Burrow?"

"Fleur and Bill are getting married," said Fred. "There's been a lot of marriages lately. But Mum might want them to get engaged first."

He pushed open a door at the end of the stairs, "Harry and Hermione also came to the Burrow for the summer vacation. The family couldn't accommodate so many people, so George and I moved out. We've been living above the joke shop recently." in the little room."

The room was a mess, there were scratch papers for writing and drawing everywhere, and some experimental crucibles were thrown on the ground randomly, and worn clothes were also thrown everywhere.

Fred dug out a basin full of Galleons from under a stack of scratch paper and handed it to Danica, "The cornucopia of Nixie is still with me, and George uses it as power all day long. Is Nixiu okay?" ? Lee borrowed it before we left school, saying he was going to get Umbridge into trouble."

"That little ghost," Danica smiled and shook her head as she shrunk the cornucopia and stuffed it in her pocket, "made a mess of Umbridge's office and escaped by himself, just in time for me to see Here we are. Having a good time at home with Palather—”

Fred suddenly took her hand, and said in a plaintive tone, "Don't you care about my well-being? Look at this pigsty-like environment," (Danica looked at him questioningly, Didn't you mess it up yourself?) "Don't you feel sorry for me in this small and crowded space, this sloppy roommate?"

"The sloppy roommate you mentioned, if I remember correctly, you have lived together for 18 years." Danica was a little speechless, "So, what are you trying to say, Fred?"

"I want to move to live with you," Fred smiled brightly in an instant, "so that we can meet every day."

Danica lowered her head and pondered for a while, "It's not impossible—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Fred picked her up and turned her around. He said excitedly, "That's great!"

Danica smiled and lowered her head to kiss him, when the door was slammed open, "Fred! I couldn't find you anywhere, and you ran up there to be lazy—" George pushed the door open , Seeing the scene where they were hugging each other, he hurriedly closed the door again, "Sorry for the trouble—"

Two seconds later, he pushed the door open again and said in shock, "Danica? What are you doing here—what's the matter with you?"

Danica slipped from Fred's arms and was about to say something. George stepped back in horror as if suddenly remembering something, "Wait! Fred, last Christmas, Dad was bitten by a snake You asked her the night she was hurt if there was a snake around that person." He looked at Danica, "How did you know?! Don't tell me—"

"I'm a Death Eater." Danica continued naturally, she shrugged and stretched her muscles, "You already guessed it, then I'm going to kill people to silence my words."

George took another few steps back, pale, and bumped his back against the door panel.Danica stood a few steps away from him and smiled wryly, "I was just joking."

Fred stepped forward to embrace her, passed over her head, and glared at George, "Since Angelina joined the Irish team and went to Northern Ireland for training, he has become a lot less timid, and he has been worrying about gains and losses all day long."

George blushed a little, and retorted loudly, "I didn't! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll—"

"There was a customer outside who wanted to steal an invisibility smoke/bomb, and I found out, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, I think you need to go down and deal with it."

A young witch with short blond hair pushed open the open door. She was also wearing a magenta clerk's robe, and she spoke calmly, as if she didn't see anything happening in the room.

"Okay, Verity, we're coming." George dragged Fred out, "Let's talk as we go!"

Fred quickly turned his head and said to the clerk, "Verity, entertain Danica for me."

The two of them walked out of the room, leaving only the young witch and Danica in the room.

"Which Weasley's girlfriend are you? Or both?" Verity asked curiously, eyeing Danica.

"No, Fred is my boyfriend," Danica smiled awkwardly. "George's girlfriend is Angelina. I'm Danica Wilson. Nice to meet you."

Verity shook her short blond hair, glanced at the messy room, and said with a smile, "It doesn't look like they all have girlfriends."

Danica laughed too.

George, who walked out, asked Fred angrily, "So you are still with her, that...Death Eater? Mom will definitely break down when she finds out!"

Fred also turned cold, "Don't call her that, she didn't do it voluntarily. Don't tell mom, and I'm going to move to her house."

"Even if she was forced, she's from there now!" George shouted in a low voice, "Be sober!"

"First she was Danica, then she was a Death Eater," Fred said calmly. "I'm sober."

George turned angrily and walked towards the thief who was locked behind the counter, unwilling to argue with him any more.

The Weasley joke shop didn't close until it was completely dark.Danica and Fred apparated in a small alley on Crescent Street. She walked in front and walked out of the alley, and Fred followed her with a suitcase. Ask her, "Number 46... 48... Your house is protected by you?"

"Yes," Danica said with a smile, "remember its address? Don't say it aloud, say it in your head."

Fred did as she said, and after a while, a small two-story building squeezed out between houses 46 and 48.Danica pushed open the door and led him into the house.

"I used the Fidelity Charm to protect this house, and the secret is myself," Danica turned on the light, and the room was brightly lit, "I also made some changes to the Floo network, and I saw the words on the fireplace Is it? That is a kind of barrier, only those I allow can come in, otherwise this fireplace can only go out and not in."

"I don't want those lunatics to follow me and disturb my purity." Danica said lightly, this is her pure land.She poured a glass of water, took a few sips, put down the glass, and said to Fred, "I'll clean up a room for you, and you sit on the sofa for a while."

Fred looked around the room. He put the suitcase at his feet, grabbed Danica who passed by him, picked her up, pulled her legs around his waist, and smiled. He said with a bright face, "Don't bother, where is your room? I'll sleep with you," he pushed his hip maliciously, "I can't wait."

Fred carried her up the stairs like this, Danica nestled in the crook of his neck, her long hair covering her bloody cheeks.

.......

The next day, the sun had already climbed over the branches, and Fred turned over half asleep, trying to hug the delicate body next to him, but he only held a ball of air.He opened his eyes suddenly, and he was the only one left on the huge bed.But last night was like a sweet dream. The other protagonist of the dream was sitting on the ground not far away, boiling a pot of unknown potion.

"Are you awake?" Danica turned to look at him.

"Hmm." Fred sat up, the quilt slipped from him to his waist, exposing his muscular upper body, "What are you doing?"

Danica shook his head angrily, "Contraceptive potion. I didn't expect that I was the most tired person last night, and I was the one who made the potion afterward."

She took out a spoonful of potion and poured it into a cup, pinching her nose and drinking it all at once.

"Merlin's beard, this potion is really terrible." Danica wrinkled her face, and she said fiercely to Fred, "Next time, you will just wait to be kicked out of the house !"

"Okay, okay," Fred said with his long arms, pulling her back to the bed, his eyes glowing, "is the contraceptive potion effective for 24 hours, so let's do it again?"

Danica slapped his troubled hand away, and said with a smirk, "Unfortunately, the Dark Lord is calling me over, not again. And, Mr. Weasley, it's time for you to go to work."

Fred wailed and lay back on the bed, paralyzed there in a big font.Danica changed her clothes, walked out of the locker room, patted him with a smile, "Get up, I'm leaving."

"When will you be back?" asked Fredella, taking her hand.

"You haven't brushed your teeth, Fred." Danica pushed his close mouth away. "That's not sure. It might be night. If you're going out, go by the fireplace."

She hurried downstairs, stepped into the fireplace, and whipped up a handful of floo powder, and the green flames engulfed her in an instant.

"The Riddle House."

The man in the black robe and red eyes looked up at the red-haired witch who hurried out of the fireplace, and said calmly, "You're late, Danica."

Danica kissed the hem of his robes as usual, and retreated to an empty chair. "Forgive me, Master."

He waved his hand indifferently, "Don't do it again. Well, our people are basically here."

"Avery, have you found Karkaroff's hiding place?" Voldemort stared sharply at a fat wizard.

His mouth trembled a few times, "Not yet, master."

The air instantly became cold and solidified, and everyone couldn't help shivering, lowering their heads and trying to reduce their sense of existence.After a long time, Voldemort continued, "That traitor has been on the run for a year, and none of you can find him. This should not be done. If you do something wrong, you should be punished. Cruciate!"

Avery knocked the chair over and rolled in agony on the carpet.He begged intermittently, "Please—please forgive me—I—Master, give—me one more chance..."

Voldemort turned his wand and cast the Cruciatus Curse at Bellatrix. He looked at her painful expression angrily, "I trust you so much, I thought you were the most reliable, but, Bella, For the second time since the Ministry of Magic, I want you to win over Horace Slughorn, but you can't even find him."

Big tears came from Bellatrix's eyes, she looked at the Dark Lord in horror, "No, I'm still your most heartfelt servant, I've been in prison for you for 16 years..."

"Yes, the spirit is commendable." Voldemort helped her up indifferently, "but you, if you fail again in the next mission, Bella, I will be very disappointed."

He turned his head and pointed his wand at Danica, "Danica, Avery's task is entrusted to you. Is it okay for a month? Find Karkaroff and kill him. I must hear good news."

"I promise I won't disappoint you." Danica said calmly with deep blue eyes and nodding her head.

Voldemort stared at her for a moment, then sat back in his chair. "Okay, you can go. Draco, you need to stay."

The tall and thin young man who was named trembled, his eyes frantically looked at the Dark Lord sitting at the top.Danica took one look at his pale face as the other Death Eaters filed out, then looked away.A sad young man who didn't understand anything, didn't know what kind of darkness he was facing.

The hall door was closed.Bellacritus stood at the door with her chest crossed, with a crazy expression on her face, as if she was about to rush forward and scratch Danica's face in the next second, "You dirty and disgusting mudblood, I I don't believe what Lucius said, what kind of daughter of the Bulstrode family are you? A humble bloodline is an insult—”

Danica looked at her, her eyes were as cold as those of Voldemort, "Letters Range, I can still win the trust of the Dark Lord without relying on my blood."

"I'm going to scratch your face to see how you can still get his favor!" Bellacritus took out his wand angrily, "Knife Shadow—"

Before she could say the wicked incantation, the wand flew from her hand.

Danica walked past her lazily, "Don't mess with me, I can do more than just disarm you with silent wand spells."

She burst through the window in a puff of black smoke, leaving only Bellacritus to retrieve his wand through gritted teeth, bowing his head and cursing.

Danica landed on an empty meadow, recalling carefully what Bellacritus said unscrupulously just now, Voldemort is a descendant of Slytherin, but she remembered seeing it in the book before, Slytherin The last remaining blood was the Gaunt family.Glancing at the still bright sky, he thought for a moment, then apparated on the spot.

It seems that the old Gaunt house has been abandoned for a long time, the walls are covered with moss, and many tiles on the roof have fallen off, exposing the rafters inside.The nettles grew thickly about the house, reaching up to the windows, which were very small and covered with old dust.There was also a dead snake nailed to the door.

Danica stood outside and looked inside. It was just the ruins of a house.She couldn't help shaking her head, she was also crazy, to come here, trying to find some weakness or past of Voldemort.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, a groan came from a house not far away.Danica took out her wand and walked cautiously into the house.

A familiar person fell to the ground with a lot of dust on his white beard. He was trying his best to sit up when he saw Danica coming in. He was a little surprised, but then he waved to her unceremoniously and said weakly, " Nice to see you here, Danica, I just need some help, come and help me up."

Danica quickly put away her wand and helped him stand up. She had never seen Dumbledore so weak, "Professor, can I ask you what's wrong?"

"I was attacked by the black magic from above, and it's my fault that I couldn't stand the temptation," he optimistically waved his charred and blackened finger, on which he wore a ring, which seemed to be made of gold, with rough workmanship, It was set with a heavy black stone with a crack in the middle. "This is the resurrection stone. We will always have some people who want to resurrect them."

Danica supported him to go out, she pursed her lips, "Then... did you succeed?"

"What?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "Of course not, and it almost cost me my life. We need to get back to Hogwarts quickly. Have you passed your Apparition exam?"

"Of course, it was a year ago, but Professor, are we going to use Apparition? Isn't Hogwarts unable to Apparate?" Danica asked suspiciously.

"Of course, but I've always had some privileges as Headmaster," said Dumbledore, laughing, "and I feel like I'm dying. We must hurry."

Danica was startled, "You grab my arm, I'm going to cast a spell." Dumbledore's other hand that was still intact grabbed her arm tremblingly, Danica took a deep breath, Pull out your wand.

"Apparate!"

They landed in the open space in front of the castle, and a gloomy Snape strode out of the castle. He grabbed Dumbledore's blackened and charred hand for a few moments, frowned and shouted in a low voice, "You You are playing with your life, if you come a little later, not only will you lose this hand, but your life will also lose—"

Snape saw Danica next to Dumbledore, and he stopped talking abruptly and shut his mouth.

Danica also felt embarrassed, and looked at Dumbledore a little helplessly.

"Uh... Severus, can you heal my hand first?" Dumbledore smiled and looked at the two silent people.

Snape silently helped him into his office in the basement of the castle, found a bunch of potions and forced Dumbledore to drink them, and then read a long and complicated magic spell in his hand with his wand. Curse, the scorched marks did not continue to spread.

"So you sacrificed a hand for this old ring?" Snape said mockingly, poking the ring with his wand.

"It's not just a ring, it's got the Resurrection Stone on it. And I suspect it's something else, and Voldemort has cast Dark Magic on it to protect it," said Dumbledore.

"Okay," Snape raised his eyebrows, "Then, how did this Miss Death Eater end up with you? She is now the Dark Lord's favorite, his most capable subordinate."

Danica's face was cold, her lips were tightly pressed into a line, "Don't say that about me."

Dumbledore looked at her in surprise, "That's right, Danica, please pay attention to me, Tom must have used some method to escape death."

Danica nodded, and walked into the fireplace with an unsuspecting expression, "Farewell, gentlemen." A green fire enveloped her.

"Wilson's house."

Nothing was left in the fireplace.

The author has something to say:

1. Snape is a double agent and Danica is a one-sided agent.

2. I have lost a few readers, I am a little sad...