HP Approaches the Magic World

"Patented product: Daydream Spell..."

Hermione finally squeezed her way to a large display cabinet next to the counter and was reading the description on the back of a box.

There was a brightly colored picture printed on the box: a handsome young man and an intoxicated girl standing together on the deck of a pirate ship.

"As long as you chant a spell, you can enter a high-quality, extremely realistic thirty-minute daydream. It is suitable for ordinary school classes. The operation is simple and absolutely unnoticeable (side effects include dull expression and slight drooling)

).

Not sold to children under 16 years of age."

"Hey, look," Hermione said, looking up at Harry, "this magic is really weird!"

"Here's the thing, Hermione," a voice said from behind them, "you can take one for free."

Fred stood in front of them with a smile on his face. He was wearing a set of magenta robes, which looked incongruous with his fiery red hair and was very dazzling.

"How are you, Harry?"

They shook hands, "Hermione, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"It's all your fault for the telescope," Hermione said angrily.

"Oh, my God, I forgot about them," said Fred, "Here—"

He took out a small plastic bottle from his pocket and handed it to Hermione. Hermione carefully unscrewed the cap and found a thick yellow paste inside.

"Put it on and the bruise will be gone within an hour."

Fred said, "We had to find an effective bruising remover, and we tested most of the products on ourselves."

Hermione looked a little worried. "Is it safe?"

"That goes without saying." Fred comforted her, "Harry, let's go, I'll take you around."

While Hermione was applying ointment to the dark circles under her eyes, Harry followed Fred towards the back of the shop, where he saw a stall selling cards and rope tricks.

"Muggle magic!"

Fred happily pointed them out to him one by one, "Specially sold to weirdos like my dad who like Muggle things, you know.

I don’t make much money, but I make a steady stream of money, and they are all very novel gadgets... Oh, George is here..."

Fred's twin brother shook Harry's hand warmly.

"Take him around? Come to the back, Harry, that's where we really make a lot of money - if anyone dares to steal anything, he will have to pay more than just galleons!"

He suddenly issued a warning to a little boy, who quickly retracted his hand from the plastic bottle marked "Edible Dark Mark-Whoever eats it will be disgusted!"

George opened a curtain next to the Muggle magic supplies, and Harry saw a darker, but less crowded room, and the product packaging on the shelves looked relatively low-key.

"We just developed these more serious products." Fred said, "It's fun to talk about..."

"You can't believe how many people, even those working at the Ministry of Magic, can't pronounce a decent Ironclad Charm."

George said, "Of course, they didn't have a teacher as good as you, Harry."

"That's right...hey, we thought the anti-curse hat was just a funny thing.

You know, you wear this kind of hat and ask your companion to cast a curse on you, and then you stare at his face, and the curse will bounce off.

Unexpectedly, the Ministry of Magic bought 500 caps for all their staff! Now we are still receiving large orders!"

"So we went on to develop anti-curse cloaks and anti-curse gloves..."

"...I mean, they don't have much effect on the Unforgivable Curse, but they can deal with some small magic, small evil curses and so on..."

"We're going to go all-in on Defense Against the Dark Arts because it's such a cash cow."

George continued excitedly,

"so cool.

You see, the stealth smoke grenade is imported from Peru. If you want to escape quickly, it is very convenient to use."

"There is also our decoy bomb, which has just been taken off the shelves. Look,"

Fred pointed at a bunch of weird, black owl-like things that looked like they were ready to run away at any moment.

"You just need to throw one out secretly, and it will run away quickly and make a lot of noise, diverting other people's attention when you need it."

“So convenient.”

"Give."

George said, grabbing two and throwing them to Harry.

A young witch with short blond hair poked her head in from behind the curtain, and Harry saw that she was also wearing a magenta shop robe.

"There's a customer outside who wants a Joke Crucible, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley."

Harry thought it was funny when he heard Fred and George being called Mr. Weasley, but they accepted the title calmly.

"Verity, I'm coming right away."

George immediately said, "Harry, you can take whatever you want without paying."

"How can that be done!"

Harry said that he had already taken out his money bag and paid for the bait bomb accurately.

"You don't have to spend money here."

Fred said firmly, waving away Harry's gold coins.

"But--"

"Our start-up capital was lent to us by you, and we have not forgotten this."

George said seriously, "Take whatever you like, and if anyone asks, don't forget to tell them where you got it."

George walked through the curtain and went to help customers choose products.

Fred led Harry back to the front shop and found Hermione and Ginny still staring thoughtfully at the patented Daydream Charm product.

"Haven't you two little girls found our special magical witch product?"

Fred asked, "Come with me, girls..."

There was a row of dazzling pink products placed near the window, surrounded by a group of excited girls, chattering and laughing.

Hermione and Ginny both hesitated to step forward, looking very wary.

"Go and have a look," Fred said proudly, "The most advanced love potion can't be found anywhere else."

Ginny raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Does it work?"

"Of course, the effect can last up to twenty-four hours each time, depending on the boy's weight -"

"And how charming that girl is."

George suddenly appeared next to them again and said.

"But we can't sell it to our own sister," he added, his expression suddenly turning serious, "especially since she's already having a fling with five boys, which we never—

—”

"This is the nonsense you heard from Ron."

Ginny said calmly, leaning forward and grabbing a small pink jar from the shelf, "What is this?"

"It's great for removing pustules in ten seconds," Fred said. "It's great for boils and blackheads and all. But don't change the subject. Are you talking to a boy named Dean Thomas?"

in love?"