Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Professor McGonagall was one of them who was woken up.

The explosion was so loud and the movement was so loud that when she looked at the Black Lake through the window, she thought the Death Eaters had come in.

Fortunately, she saw Harry and George, otherwise she would have jumped from the third floor.

Filch was still dancing, gnashing his teeth and scolding: "Professor McGonagall, the two of them have gone too far this time!"

He ignored Harry and Hermione who were on the side, and even Ron, who was related to George and Fred by blood, pointed at the mischievous twins and loudly reprimanded them.

"Confinement!"

"Severely confine them!"

"It's better to ground them, so that they are not allowed to leave the lounge except when they are in class, no, they are not allowed to leave their dormitory!"

As the most restless element in Hogwarts.

Filch had long wanted to snuff them out.

This time I finally found a chance.

McGonagall spoke, sighed, and flicked her wand lightly. The ice surface trembled, and with a clanging sound, the ice layer near the lake cracked and turned into a slender arm, extending to the place where the magic power in the lake was strongest. Fragments of grenades wrapped in a thick layer of ice.

The cold air is continuously exuding from them.

"Disappear."

McGonagall cursed them, and the shards and blocks of ice disappeared.

In the air, the warmth gradually returned, leaving only a large section, a large section of floating ice on the Black Lake, and the icicle that soared into the sky, recording what happened here.

"Very good stuff." McGonagall praised, "If Harry uses it to attack me, it will probably cause a lot of trouble."

Filch looked at the vice-principal in surprise.

what happened

He even praised them!

George and Fred puffed out their chests proudly.

"I can understand it very well." McGonagall continued, "The situation is special, but... you must at least tell the professor."

She glanced at Harry: "Mr. Potter is indeed excellent, and I believe he can solve unexpected troubles, but this is Hogwarts, and there are professors here."

"And you really caused a lot of trouble." She turned her head, and a group of people gathered at the gate of the castle. They all poked their heads, and some of them came out of the castle, eager to try and move carefully little by little. come over.

"so--"

"Ten points from Gryffindor."

George and Fred were unmoved; they were used to being held.

"Everyone," Professor McGonagall emphasized.

Hermione's face was very calm. It would be a miracle when Gryffindor was not deducted points.

"You two stop those small businesses." Professor McGonagall thought for a while with a stern face, "In the next month, I will supervise you with Mr. Filch."

George and Fred stared round and exclaimed.

They are not afraid of deducting points.

But they are afraid of their own business.

Although Professor Dumbledore repeatedly emphasized at the opening dinner, it is well known that Hogwarts' school rules, as long as they are not discovered, there is absolutely no violation of school rules.

Professor McGonagall's participation undoubtedly increased the risk of their being discovered.

even

It is likely to be discovered every time.

Costs rose sharply.

"Mr. Weasley, there is no room for negotiation." Professor McGonagall said in a serious tone, "This is your punishment for making such a big fuss on Saturday."

She turned around, walked towards the students who were watching, and beckoned them to leave.

"It's terrible." George covered his face.

Fred sighed too.

Ron gloated: "Who made you want to give Hogwarts a different shock early in the morning on the weekend."

"Little Ronnie, don't be so happy." George let go of his hand, expressionless, "Our business is related to your pocket money. If we can't do it, you will have no pocket money."

"I'm not afraid, I still have nearly ten Galleons in my hand." Ron pinched his waist.

Fred added: "Not in the future, this year, next year, the year after that, until you graduate, until you get a job."

three years

Ron counted with his fingers, ten Galleons might not be enough for him to graduate.

Think of the presents Hermione bought Harry, and the presents Harry bought Hermione, they all seemed to smell like money.

His face changed immediately, becoming sad along with George and Fred.

After almost all the people at the door had dispersed, they walked towards the castle.

"Professor McGonagall said that she will only care about the next month." Ron said suddenly, his eyes sparkling, as if he was grasping something.

George and Fred looked at each other: "One month?"

"Professor McGonagall has always been very rigorous. If she wanted to keep in charge, she wouldn't be so careful."

"That is to say."

"We just have to pretend to be good boys for a month."

The two brothers sang and echoed.

Harry turned his head and looked aside, someone was limping with heavy steps.

Platinum hair and hairstyle have been taken care of hard but look a bit messy. The robe on his body has a magical aura and has just been repaired by "Recovery". The leg is a new injury, which has been treated simply with white fresh.

"Malfoy!" Ron was the second to spot him, took out his wand, and looked like a furry cat, "What are you doing here?"

"Calm down, Weasley." Malfoy said, with contempt in his voice, "Don't expose your empty mind."

"What did you say?" Ron held up his wand.

Malfoy raised his head and walked in front of George and Fred: "The big commotion just now is a new toy in your store? How much is it?"

"Malfoy." George sneered, taking a few steps back in disgust, "Why are we selling you something?"

"You're a Slytherin." Fred was equally disgusted, "And, you're still a Malfoy."

Malfoy shook his head: "I'm here to do business with you, not to fight with you, take away your stupid Gryffindor taste."

"You don't want to sell it to me. I'll go to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. If I pay a little more, you will still earn the same amount."

"Why don't you take the money yourself."

George looked at him with interest: "Malfoy took the initiative to send money? That's really strange."

"Slytherin asks Gryffindor for help," Fred exclaimed.

Malfoy interrupted him bluntly: "It's not a request for help, it's a normal transaction, I pay the money, you sell the goods."

"Twice." George raised his finger, "If you buy it, you have to pay twice the price."

"I'll go to Ravenclaw to buy for me. The maximum price for a product is one Sickle. Weasley, I'm not as stupid as you." Malfoy bargained, but the greasy tone in his words didn't change.

"That's one more Sickle for the same commodity." George changed his words immediately.

Malfoy pointed to himself: "Now I'm here to find you in person, and the money won't go through a third hand."

Fred pointed at him and interrupted, "First."

Pointing to George again: "The second one."

"The third." Finally pointing to himself.

Malfoy clapped exaggeratedly: "Am I still going to praise you for knowing numbers? Weasley, don't play such stupid word games that only trolls can play."

"Now it's business. The money I give you will not go through a third party or a third party."

"Ten nats, the same product, you earn ten nats more is enough."

George shook his head. "One si is twenty-nine knuts, so twenty-eight?"

"Fifteen." Malfoy bargained.

Ron looked at this kind of angry, but very kind scene in surprise, and he couldn't react.

Didn't even fight?

They fought over their tongues, and it was finally settled that the Weasleys earned Malfoy nineteen knuts more per order.

"So, that thing you used just now?" Malfoy took a deep breath and asked.

"Sorry, that's not from the Weasley joke shop." George shook his head, rejecting it simply.

Malfoy was taken aback, clenched his fists: "Aren't you considering selling?"

"That's a weapon, and the prank props are never intended to hurt people." George said with a smile.

Malfoy sneered.

Are prank props not aimed at hurting people? This is simply the most ridiculous joke I have heard in the past few years. Where did the injuries on my body come from the year before last and last year?

"Of course, for some things that are not considered human, you can be extra merciful." Fred added eccentrically.

Malfoy frowned: "Since you don't sell that thing, let me think about something else, Spike Frisbee."

One mischievous prop came out of his mouth one after the other.

These are the things that have been used on him and that have done him harm.

"A total of two Galleons, fifteen Sickles, and eight Knuts." George quickly calculated the price, of course, including the premium negotiated before, and he stretched out his hand.

"Pay with one hand and deliver with one hand." Malfoy was unmoved.

George sighed, with some regrets: "Then we can only wait a month later, the commotion just now was a bit big, Professor McGonagall wants to follow us for a month."

Fred suddenly got a kidney shot.

George didn't look back, and immediately changed his words: "This is Professor McGonagall's spur to us, to make us better in our last year at Hogwarts, work hard to purify, and strive to be in..."

Harry interrupted his tirade: "Professor McGonagall isn't here."

"Fred!" George couldn't control his expression, clutching his waist, grinning in pain, "You bloody bastard!"

Fred had an innocent face: "I just had an itchy hand just now."

"One month?" Malfoy read the date, "Then I will come to see you next month."

With that, he limped towards the Slytherin table.

Ron patted his face lightly, telling him with a little pain that this was not a dream: "What's wrong with Malfoy?"

"Little Mr. Malfoy is not doing well in Slytherin." George shook his head, "Didn't you hear that after school started, there was a brawl in the Slytherin dormitory, and our best guest, Mr. Enemy ten, trained all night."