Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 1147 Unruly

  Hearing Albert said that there will be guests later, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all felt bad for an instant.

   Those who deserve Albert's special attention, and who made a trip because of this, obviously can't be those guys who can't be on the stage, otherwise they can solve the problem by themselves.

"It must be the poster of Constipation Man on the window. I said earlier that it is too hateful." Shanna felt that Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were too much trouble, and they dared to make fun of the mysterious man blatantly, and were rejected. It was not surprising that Death Eaters were being targeted. Even if they were not Death Eaters, someone might come to trouble them under the guise of Death Eaters.

   "I don't think those people are that stupid." George didn't think the Death Eaters would dare to trouble them. After all, the Ministry of Magic stronghold was next door, and the Ministry of Magic was looking for Death Eaters everywhere, and no one was stupid enough to fall into the trap.

   "Some people are jealous, some want to make trouble, some want to get rich, some think this store is in the way, and some want to exclude competitors." Albert's understatement made everyone feel relieved.

   "How do you know... Oh, yes, divination, almost forgot about this?" Fred glanced at the magic mirror in the corner, and his eyes fell on the Marauder's Map that Albert had just handed over.

   "You guys have been too ostentatious recently. I think you should temporarily close the store and only accept owl mail orders." As soon as Albert finished speaking, Fred and George had strong reactions.

"That's for your safety, and after Hogwarts starts, the business in this store will gradually become deserted. The defense against the dark arts props are guaranteed by the specialty store next door, and the joke props are left to Zuko. , then your work will be much easier and safer.”

   "Looks like you're sure about Zuko!" Fred couldn't help laughing. It seems that it would be good to have a branch in Hogsmeade.

   "Did you predict something bad?" George frowned slightly. He felt that Albert must have predicted something.

   "No, I'm just in case." Albert shook his head and reminded: "Even if it's divination, it's not a panacea. It's always right to be careful, and it won't hinder us from making money anyway."

  Albert has been trying to record and eliminate future troubles through divination, and find panel tasks for himself, but he doesn't want others to pin their hopes on him.

  It is impossible for people not to make mistakes, and this can be seen from Dumbledore, so they cannot be allowed to rely too much on prophecy.

   "Should we go to the next door and inform the Ministry of Magic?" Shanna looked away from the magic mirror, and couldn't help suggesting, "Maybe, we can..."

   "There is no one next door." Fred shook his head and interrupted.

"Can…"

"The Ministry of Magic is not a fool. How could it keep people on guard in Diagon Alley?" Lee Jordan curled his lips in disdain and said, "Actually, patrolling during the day is just a pretense to intimidate those who want to take the opportunity to make trouble. By the way, it will increase everyone's confidence in the Ministry of Magic, and there is nothing wrong with actually getting into trouble."

  The actual level of the so-called crisis response team is really mediocre. It is incomparable to Aurors, no, even trainee Aurors. Kingsley often complains about this.

   "I can handle them all by myself." Albert said domineeringly: "And, if you don't let them see the opportunity, do you think that group of villains will take the initiative to come to the door? They are not idiots."

   "Is it too dangerous for you alone?" Shanna said worriedly: "No matter how bad we are, we should be able to help a little!"

   "Are you going to catch them all this time?" Fred asked excitedly.

"It's the job of the Ministry of Magic to do everything in one go. We'd better not let them steal jobs. It's enough to teach those bad guys an unforgettable lesson." Albert didn't intend to do thankless things, and the task Just let him keep the "House of Joy" and the Defense Against the Dark Arts props store, not to catch everyone in the future.

  As long as they are hurt, few people will dare to trouble them in the future.

The easiest way is actually to throw a few mandrake roots outside after they arrive, which is guaranteed to kill those unsuspecting guys, but in order not to spoil the atmosphere of the magic world, Albert finally gave up. This is the simplest way to prevent others from throwing Mandrake roots around as weapons in the future.

  …

  At this moment, in a dilapidated house in Knockturn Alley, a group of cloaked men are meeting urgently.

   "Is it too hasty?" The speaker's tone was full of anxiety.

   "We can't give them any time to react." The masked man in the cloak reminded, "The more people know, the less likely it will be kept secret."

   "I almost didn't realize it myself."

  No way, no matter how you look at it, the plan was too rushed from formulation to execution.

   "That's not the point." Another cloaked man said, "We must not let others suspect us."

   "No, I've already taken care of it, and they are all on the most wanted list of the Ministry of Magic. After finishing this business, they will leave the UK with Gallon immediately." The speaker almost patted his chest for promise.

   "Why not wait until late at night, or at dawn?"

   "That's what they asked for."

   Several people here are well aware of what "they" refers to, and the Death Eaters have been causing trouble for the Ministry of Magic recently.

   This operation obviously also has the shadow of Death Eaters.

  Of course, there are also reasons for wanting the Death Eaters to take the blame.

   "Do you have anything to say?" Mr. Toller looked sideways at his son.

"I think the biggest problem is that you have overlooked one person!" Kenneth reminded with a frown, "I suspect that the owner of that store is not the Weasley twins at all, they don't have Gallon in their house, and those black magic defense items It's not something they can make."

   "You mean Albert Anderson?" Mr. Toller frowned slightly. Kenneth told him about it. He could see that his son was very afraid of that guy named Anderson.

"Yes, that shop probably belongs to him. Otherwise, given the poverty of the Weasley family, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to pay the rent for the shop. Anderson probably distributed the profit to the Weasley brothers and asked them to help. I like to do this." Kenneth looked at his father and warned: "You have never dealt with Anderson, you don't know how dangerous he is, and the other party is also a master of divination."

  After Kenneth noticed the cannibalistic eyes cast by his father, he quickly shut his mouth and didn't dare to talk nonsense here, but he still hoped that his father would give up this stupid plan.

   However, this is clearly not possible.

  They tried to manufacture and resell low-quality black magic defense items, but they were stuck by the monopoly of the Ministry of Magic, resulting in a large amount of goods piling up, and they owed a lot of debts. If they don't take action, they probably will go bankrupt in a short time.

  For the Toller family, who have been in the gray area all year round, how could they tolerate this happening.

  As long as that shop disappears, as long as the Ministry of Magic's specialty store disappears, and the magic world becomes chaotic again, they will naturally be able to easily benefit from it.

   Yes, benefits.

   If there is no benefit at all, who would be foolish enough to take the risk to serve as Voldemort's minion.

   It can only be said that the people who gather here are all for their own interests.

  Someone stands in their way to get rich, and they're here to make the guy in the way disappear.

   "You shouldn't have said those words just now."

   After the cloaked people left, Mr. Toller stared at his son dissatisfied.

   "You shouldn't push everything up." Kenneth frowned and said, "You don't understand your enemy from the beginning, and you don't even know what kind of guy you are about to face."

"That's enough, I don't want to hear this, and we have no way out." Mr. Toller looked at his son and reminded him blankly: "Kenneth, you have to remember, you want to make money from the gray area , don’t talk to others about the rules, follow the steps, you will only make yourself lose in a mess.”

   "If you don't want to go, stay here."

  The Toller family had already set their sights on the big cake of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but the Ministry of Magic's monopoly was too ruthless, causing most of the shops and stalls selling inferior Defense Against the Dark Arts items to collapse directly.

   They have no way out.

   What's more, everyone doesn't think they will fail.

  Because many people hope that the guy in front of them will disappear, hoping to get those manufacturing technologies.

  Even if the Ministry of Magic pursued it, it was done by the minions of the mysterious man, and even the excuses were ready-made, that is, the poster of Constipation Ren on the window, that is simply an insult to the mysterious man.

   Kenneth Toller frowned and looked at his father, and couldn't help but sighed. He still felt that this was a rather stupid approach.

   Even if tonight's operation is successful, what if they severely damage their shop?

   Do you still expect others not to retaliate?

  If it were someone else, Kenneth would not object, because doing business step by step really doesn’t make money.

   But the opponent is Albert!

  The group of black wizards who were executed a while ago, isn't it difficult, can't you give them a **** warning?

   Executed by Scrimgeour?

   Maybe.

  But Kenneth is sure that it must be because of Albert, and it is not difficult to see this from the specialty store.

   "Why can't they see clearly!"

  Kenneth looked at the backs of the group of people going away, and sighed heavily. He was sure that Albert would find a way to find his father.

  (end of this chapter)