Chapter 650

Diagon Alley has completely changed. The windows used to display spell books, potion ingredients, and cauldrons were now invisible, but were obscured by large notices posted by the Ministry of Magic. Most of these intimidating notices were enlarged versions of the safety advisories in the pamphlets distributed by the Ministry of Magic during the summer, and some of them featured black-and-white photos of wanted Death Eaters activating themselves.

Diagon Alley is bleak, and after realizing that the Mysteries and Death Eaters have really started to operate publicly, there is no longer any bustle in the area. The ground was littered with garbage: wanted warrants for Death Eaters, notices posted by the Ministry of Magic, notes for shop transfers...... In short, Diagon Alley now looks even dirtier than Tumbledown Alley.

It's not without good places, though, and the only lively place in Diagon Alley right now is the Weasley brothers' joke shop.

"Oh my God. Harry looked stupidly at the colorful shop windows and the crowds inside.

"How did they get a storefront?" Harry looked at Ron, hoping he could tell himself, "I mean, they shouldn't have that much money, right?"

Harry knew in his own heart, Solim didn't ask for the prize money of the Triwizard Tournament, and gave Harry a thousand Galleons, although Harry gave the money to the Weasley brothers when he changed hands, but in his mind, counting all kinds of materials and experiments, it must have cost a lot, and the rent of the shop in Diagon Alley didn't need to think about it and knew that it was not cheap.

"I asked them. Ron glanced cautiously at his mother in front of him, "But they've been tight-lipped and ...... Now mom is disappointed in both of them, you know, my mom always wanted them to go to the Ministry of Magic, but they only had an O.WLs certificate......"

The Weasley brothers still "dropped out of school", or more precisely, the two of them decided not to go to seventh grade anymore. After all, it doesn't matter if you have that N.E.W.TS certificate to open a store and do business. But one can imagine how angry Mrs. Weasley's actions would be. In fact, the brothers never went back this holiday.

Harry and the Weasleys approached the joke shop as they looked at it closely.

The facades of the surrounding shops are dark, the windows and doors are buried by various notices and wanted notices, and the windows of Fred and George attract people's attention like fireworks displays. Ordinary pedestrians couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the window, and a few people looked so shocked that they actually stopped, looking obsessed. The window on the left is a colorful display of whirling, twitching, flashing, jumping and screaming goods.

On the window on the right is a large poster, purple like the Ministry of Magic's notices, but with bright yellow letters:

Are you still worried about the mystery man?

You should be more concerned about constipation!

Constipation Ren –

The feeling of constipation torments the Chinese people.

Harry laughed. He heard a feeble moan beside him, and turned his face to see Mrs. Weasley staring at the poster in amazement. Her lips silently recited the words: Constipation.

"They're going to be murdered in their beds!" she whispered.

It's funny, it's funny, but it's estimated that these two guys are the ones who dare to joke about Fu. But they were staunch supporters of the Order of the Phoenix anyway, and the Death Eaters were certain to deal with them, and it had nothing to do with this bold poster.

Harry couldn't wait to be the first to walk through the shop. It was full of customers, and Harry couldn't even squeeze into the front of the shelves. He looked left and right, and saw that the cardboard boxes were piled up to the ceiling:

This is a quick-acting truancy candy developed by the twins in their last year before they left school at Hogwarts. Harry noticed that the most popular was the nosebleed beef candy, and all that was left on the shelves was the last box that had been flattened. There are also several boxes of juggling wands, the cheapest of which can be turned into rubber chicken or pants with a single swing, and the most expensive ones that can be beaten in the neck and head if the user is not guarded. There are also boxes and boxes of quills, including automatic inkjet, spell checking, witty rush answers, and other varieties. At this point, the crowd loosened a little, and Harry squeezed towards the counter, where a group of teenage children watched excitedly as a wooden figure slowly climbed the steps and climbed towards a realistic gallows, both of which were on top of a box with the words "Reusable Executioner—Hang Him If You Can't Spell Him" The Executioner is a Scrabble toy, usually consisting of a gallows and a villain, and if the participant makes a certain mistake in spelling, the villain will be put on the gallows and put to death.

"Hey—"

"How's it going, boys?"

Fred and George were dressed in formal suits and looked decent.

"It's just amazing!"

"Unbeatable!"

Harry and Ron were very excited, Harry was happy that the twins were able to do what they wanted to do, and Ron was simply excited, he loved the novelty gadgets. He and Harry have always been loyal customers of Jokowi's Joke Shop.

Harry managed to squeeze up the stairs where the twins were standing.

"How did you get this shop? I don't think Galleons from the Triwizard Tournament will be enough, right?"

Not only the shop, but also the decoration and the materials used to make these goods cost money, and a thousand Galleons seems to be a lot, but it is definitely not enough to do it to the point where it is now.

"Harry, you know, it's not going to be a good time. Fred said with a smile.

"But I remember that this place was kept closed all along. Harry understood what Fred meant, but the brothers' joke shop was always closed and never opened, as Harry remembered from the first day Harry touched Diagon Alley.

"That's thanks to our partners. George said, gesturing to the ceiling, "He gave us a title deed, and now this place is entirely ours—"

"That's right, it's rent-free, and it's all part of the 'Weasley Brothers Joke Shop.' Fred leaned against the handrail.

"Partner?" Ron looked at his brothers suspiciously.

"That's right, my silly brother. He has helped us a lot since we were at Hogwarts. Even our current suppliers were introduced by him. "

"That's right. Fred cautiously asked, "Is Mom still angry?"

"She's just worried about you. "

"And I don't think she's going to expect you to work at the Ministry anymore. "

"Huh-" George said disdainfully, "we don't want to work in the Ministry of Magic like that fool." "

Harry and Ron looked at each other, both of them knowing who George was talking about.

"Did that idiot Percy ever go back?" Fred asked, squinting his eyes.

Neither Harry nor Ron spoke. _

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