Chapter 133 Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop (First update~)

This was Harry's happiest time.

Sirius was a very playful person. He led Harry and the others to fly across the Black Lake on a broomstick, used magic spells to build a huge snowman that was almost two stories high, and even made it move.

He was still eager to use this thing to trouble Snape, but before he even entered the castle, Professor McGonagall cast a spell on him and turned him into a snowman.

Take them to the Forbidden Forest to find their centaur friend.

However, the centaurs did not welcome them, especially when they saw Harry and Sirius, they angrily raised their bows, arrows, and spears, and chased them until they were driven out of the Forbidden Forest. The four people and three cats panicked.

Ron plunged his head into the snow: "It's so exciting!"

Crookshanks squatted on his face and meowed in response.

"They were not so excited last time I came here. What did you do to them?" Harry and Sirius looked at each other and asked the same question in unison.

They both laughed heartily.

Hedwig and Bors moved back and forth more than twenty times, and they were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to peck Harry, so they lay straight on the table to rest.

"Harry?" George was puzzled.

George and Wes Leon stood tall: "Of course!"

Fred's hands froze.

It wasn't that they were reluctant to part with 10% of the shares, they just felt that they were treating Harry badly.

The two sang and harmonized, as if they had suffered a great loss.

Harry nodded: "Yes, a bomb with magical effects."

"You get a treasure house for free."

"I haven't finished yet." Harry shook his head, "I remember you two know some alchemy?"

"A white wolf with empty gloves."

Harry waved his wand, and a bag of galleons came out of the Sorting Hat and fell into their hands.

"We are here because we want to discuss something with you." George took a deep breath, carefully avoided the bottles, and squatted next to Harry.

George said bitterly: "Harry, this is not called wine, it is alcohol."

Those centaurs must have suffered so much, having to deal with such restless generations for two consecutive generations.

Fred felt reassured and was about to pick it up. Harry added: "But its alcohol content is as high as 96%."

I can only try it slowly with other drinks.

Sirius looked at Harry in disbelief.

"No, no, no." George shook his head, "Without the Forbidden Forest map, we wouldn't be able to get so much material."

They went to the Three Broomsticks for a drink together.

George's eyes were full of smiles: "The Weasley brothers' joke workshop that can shock the wizarding world is about to come out, and it's all thanks to you."

Harry shook his head slightly: "No, there is no need to change the name."

"Hey, Harry." As soon as Fred said hello, he couldn't help but sneeze. This strong smell of alcohol, if Harry hadn't used a magic spell to bind this smell to him, would probably have filled the entire lounge.

The little wizard will get drunk.

George picked up the money bag and nodded: "No problem, I will draw up a contract later, Mr. Potter, who owns 20% of the shares of the Weasley brothers."

But even though I am so happy, I still have regrets.

George was shocked.

Why are there his "enemies" everywhere?

Hermione and Ron were studying at a table not far from him.

"We calculated that by next year, we will be able to save a hundred!"

This big bag, to the touch, looks very much like Galleons.

The magic potions of wizards are very good, but some of them are not enough for witchers.

Many of the ideas in his mind can be slowly realized after having Sirius.

Sirius can no longer stay in the school, he has no teaching position.

"Two hundred galleons." Harry said softly, "I will invest an additional half percent."

Harry said nothing.

George and Fred came over.

Fred also lowered his voice: "Thanks to you, we have made almost twenty galleons in the Forbidden Forest."

These two things didn't make Harry happy.

There was also a large amount of wine, and Harry ordered a portion of all the wine he had drunk and those he had not drunk.

"Why are you looking for me?" Harry waved his wand, and the wine brewing in the cauldron disappeared. The last recipe failed, and he had to readjust it now.

Fred carefully looked at a bottle with Polish writing on it: "What about this bottle?"

What gave Harry a headache was...

The first weekend after school starts.

It was so heavy that George, who was squatting on his toes, staggered.

"It's your own fault." Harry stared at the two bottles of wine poured into the crucible, some herbs flew over, and he threw them into the pot.

But this child has a personality like Lily!

The girl next to him also looks like Lily.

"There is no alchemy class at Hogwarts." George praised himself, "But we are confident that even Beauxbatons, the seventh-year students who choose alchemy may not be as good as us."

They also dived into the black lake to look for the big squid.

For example, Harry's favorite Blizzard, Owl, and Oriole have no substitutes with similar effects, let alone other decoctions.

Harry used to be such a stable person.

Harry took a look and nodded: "This bottle is indeed wine."

Harry pointed at them: "Weasley."

But when there is work, people are very tired.

"So we want to ask you, is there anything we can do to help?" George tentatively asked, "Although we are just little wizards."

"Bomb? Muggle kind?" George was stunned.

They are basically contraband.

Hermione had two owls on her head and looked at them angrily.

Harry glanced at it and replied lightly: "That's not wine, it's Ropa venom."

"Besides, I am poor and have no skills. How about a 10% share in the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop?" Fred said in a hesitant voice.

Harry's regret was that Lupine could not participate.

If you don't let Penny make dozens of pounds of owl rations, they will go on strike!

Sirius did not ask Harry why he wanted these things.

I don't usually have much work.

Hermione sighed quietly.

"It is indeed wine, and many ordinary people use it to mix drinks." Harry corrected his mistake.

In front of him, a pile of liquid was boiling slightly in the crucible, and he was studying potions - of course not the orthodox potions in the textbooks.

Harry said seriously: "As a shareholder of the Weasley Brothers Joke Shop, I would like to ask you to develop an alchemy bomb for me. I also have Professor Dumbledore's alchemy notes, which I can lend you."

George and Fred are the best at it.

Fred pointed at his head: "We are geniuses when it comes to pranks. People like you, Harry, are real geniuses."

George immediately retracted his hand.

"What are you doing, secretly drinking alone without us?" George exclaimed, going to get a green bottle behind him, "What kind of wine is this?"

I could only say goodbye to Harry reluctantly.

After drinking too much, dance in the bar.

The happy days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Harry thought that the Christmas dinner had just passed and the little wizards had already returned to school to prepare for the start of school.

Fred sighed with a resentful look on his face: "It's like saying that we took your things and made a deal with you."

Fred touched his throat in fear: "Are Muggles so strong? Even wizards will die if they drink it."

The godfather is the godson!
To be continued...