Chapter 302: Preparations for the Laughing Shop and the Department of Mysteries

"Haha, so you really did drop the fireworks on Umbridge's head?"

In the Weasley Digest Shop, the twins and two idle dragons gathered around the stove to chat.

"Here, this is absolutely amazing." George took out a monocle and handed it to Aiden.

Aiden synchronized the contents of the lens and transferred them into his own lens.

"Absolutely." Aiden gave the two of them a thumbs up, then transferred a copy of the content to Arthursi.

"So, who is this girl?" George put his arm around Aiden's shoulders.

"partner."

"Hmm, I don't think so." Fred glared at Aiden who tried to change the subject.

"Hello, I'm Arthursie Greengrass." Arthursie smiled and shook hands with George and Fred respectively.

"Oh, I remember now!" George slapped his head.

"You are the Slytherin girl, why would we forget you!" Fred turned to look at Arthursie.

“The effect of a great magic can make all those involved forget my information, and I am now the person in charge of a certain gentleman’s power.

If you need some shady materials in the future, you can buy them from me." Arthurie winked at Aiden, then stood up and Apparated away.

"Oh, where is the leader of the force?" George smiled sideways and moved closer to Aiden.

"A little shady material?" Fred smiled sideways and came over.

"Okay, you two, if you want a discount... go talk to her. I don't have the authority anyway." Annoyed Long stood up and walked out.

"Haha." The two people who stayed in the store smiled at each other.

......

In Hogwarts, the legend of the twins is still circulating on campus, and students often pay tribute to them.

Stink bombs and feces bombs were thrown everywhere, making the school smoky and foul.

Peeves also did not forget his promise to the twins.

In the castle, they madly targeted Umbridge, and wherever she went, Peeves attacked her with water balls, stink bombs and other items.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick silently ignored the twins' Transfiguration spells cast on the corridor.

Umbridge's job at the school became increasingly difficult.

On Friday, Lee Jordan threw a Niffler into Umbridge's office.

The Niffler nearly bit off Umbridge's hand full of rings, and Hagrid was in trouble.

Umbridge drew a big cross on Hagrid's evaluation form for poor supervision.

And Harry became more and more anxious in these few days, first with Aiden, then with Dumbledore, and then with Hagrid.

The number of people he can trust is constantly decreasing.

At the same time, Voldemort's memories had a deeper and deeper impact on him, and the end of the corridor at the Department of Mysteries kept flashing in his mind.

"Closer, closer." Harry kept talking in his sleep.

"Harry!" Ron shook him awake.

"Heh~" Harry sat on the bed and gasped heavily.

The next day, Ron told Hermione what happened. Hermione again suggested that Harry continue to learn Occlumency, but was rejected.

.......

At the junction of Downing Street and the British Parliament, underground - the ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic.

A dragon has once again come to the Department of Mysteries.

"Good morning, Long. Are you here to play with me?" An old antique smiled.

"How's the preparation going?" Aiden asked.

"Well, it's ready as the most advantageous weapon to fight against chaos - the prophecy." The director narrowed his eyes.

"I'm curious, how does Senior Tom plan to break through your defenses?" Aiden asked about the details of the plan.

"He plans to cause a riot on the fifth floor, and then break in while we are trying to suppress it." A certain old fox has actually completely figured out the other party's plan.

"Fifth floor, what's wrong with her?...No, are they centaurs? That bunch of bastards!" Dragon scales appeared on Aiden's face.

"No, you can't blame them. After all, she collected a lot of centaurs' souls during the First Wizarding War, enough for him to hold the sacrificial ceremony."

The director poured Aiden a glass of lemon juice and handed him coconut ice cream.

"What about the Orientals? Have you contacted them?" Aiden picked up the lemon juice and took a sip.

"They have received our reminder. It is said that they will activate the Hun Tian Mysterious Instrument in the next period of time to ensure that no accidents occur to lives." The director made himself a cup of tea.

"The Mysterious Instrument of the Heaven?" Aiden looked at the director with a puzzled look.

"Ahem, I don't know much. Some of it was stolen when I was communicating in the East in the past... No, I learned it by chance."

The director leaned over to Aiden's ear and whispered,

"In the past, the Orientals discovered that life and death were extremely closely connected, and with this discovery, they used the vast amount of death to attract and capture life.

At the center of their kingdom, they established an alchemical ritual that blurred the boundaries between life and death. They called this ritual, which combined life and death into one, the Mystery of the Heaven.

"Where did they get such a large number of deaths?" Aiden raised his eyebrows.

"It's a country with a large population. The number of deaths each year is close to the total population of a European country." The director looked as if he was very ignorant.

"Not to mention the energy generated by the collapse of the dynasty..." the director muttered, but did not finish his sentence.

"However, with the help of this ritual, their civilization has never been interrupted from ancient times to the present, and a large number of artificial wizards have been born."

The director's tone was sour and he picked up a cup of black tea to moisten his throat.

"Are you envious?" Aiden raised his eyebrows.

"Humph, no! And you are not allowed to read my mind." The old fox was arrogant.

"Don't we have a way to transform wizards now?" Aiden spread his hands.

"Alas, after all, we started later than others, thousands of years later. How much energy and effort have we spent in the meantime to explore the model of how wizards and ordinary people get along with each other." The director sighed.

"We can't be in a hurry to finish things in one generation. Relax and there will be successors." Aiden said in a mature manner.

"But later people were unwilling to take over my responsibilities."

Aiden looked up and found the director looking at him teasingly.

"Oliver has already given it to you, what else do you want?" Aiden refused decisively.

Knock knock. Oliver walked in holding a stack of documents.

"Who did I send it to?" Oliver asked with a puzzled look.

"No, I mean I want to give you a gift." A certain dragon changed the subject very smoothly.

And he took out a prank prop specially made for the Gemini and handed it over.

"This is a product developed by my brothers. If you think it's useful, you can buy it at Weasley's Joke Shop in Diagon Alley." Aiden made an advertisement at the same time.

"Prank props, do you think I'm a child?" Oliver put the thing in his pocket and handed the document to the director.

"Are so many prophecy balls going to be destroyed?" A trace of heartache flashed in Oliver's eyes.

"It's better than causing chaos at the cost of human lives." The director signed the documents one by one and then left with Oliver.

"Oh, by the way, I'll leave this place to you tonight. We are heading to the East."

The director poked his head in from the door and winked at Aiden.

A few black lines fell across Aiden’s forehead.