HP Approaches the Magical World

"Patented product: Daydream Curse..."

Hermione managed to squeeze her way to a large display case next to the counter, and was reading the explanatory text on the back of a box.

On the box was a brightly colored picture of a handsome young man and a bewitched girl standing together on the deck of a pirate ship.

"With just one spell, you can enter a thirty-minute daydream of high quality, unbelievably realistic, suitable for ordinary school lessons, easy to operate, and absolutely unnoticeable (side effects include glazed expression and slight drooling ).

Not for sale to persons under the age of sixteen. "

"Hey, look," said Hermione, looking up at Harry, "this kind of magic is really strange!"

"Here, Hermione," said a voice behind them, "you can take one for free."

A smiling Fred stood in front of them, wearing a magenta robe that was incongruous and dazzling with his fiery red hair.

"How are you, Harry?"

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

"It's all your punching binoculars," said Hermione ruefully.

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

He took out a small plastic bottle from his pocket and handed it to Hermione, who carefully unscrewed the cap, and inside was a viscous yellow paste.

"Put it on and the bruise goes away within an hour."

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

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

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

While Hermione was rubbing ointment on dark circles, Harry followed Fred towards the back of the shop, where he saw a stall with cards and rope tricks.

"Muggle magic!"

Fred pointed them out to him happily, "Sold to my dad's weirdo who likes Muggle stuff, you know.

They don't make a lot of money, but the water keeps flowing, and they are all very novel things... Oh, here comes George..."

Fred's twin 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, it's not just Garen who will have to pay!"

He suddenly issued a warning to a young boy, who quickly pulled his hand away from the plastic bottle marked "Edible Dark Mark—Eating Disgusting!"

George lifted a curtain next to Muggle magic supplies, and Harry saw a darker, but less crowded room, with shelves lined with more modest product packaging.

"We just came up with these more serious products," Fred said. "It's funny to say..."

"You can't believe how many people, even those who work in the Ministry of Magic, can't cast a decent Iron Armor Charm."

George said, "Of course they haven't had such a good teacher as you, Harry."

"Yeah... hey, we thought the anti-spell hat was just a joke.

You know, you wear one of those hats and ask your buddy to hex you, and you stare at his face and the hex bounces off.

Didn't expect the Ministry of Magic to buy five hundred for all their staff! Now we are still receiving large orders! "

"So we went on to develop the anti-spell cloak and anti-spell gloves..."

"...I mean, they don't do much against the Unforgivable Curses, but against minor magic, minor jinxes and such..."

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

George went on excitedly,

"so cool.

You see, the stealth smoke bomb is imported from Peru. It's handy if you want to get away quickly. "

"And our decoy bombs,

Just off the shelves, look,"

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

"You just sneak one out and it'll scurry away, make a lot of noise, and distract someone when you need it."

"It's so convenient."

"Give."

George said, grabbed two and threw them to Harry.

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

"There's a customer outside who wants the cauldron of jokes, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley."

Harry found it very funny to hear Fred and George called Mr. Weasley, but they took it in stride.

"Verity, I'm coming."

George said at once, "Harry, you can take whatever you want without paying for it."

"How can that be done!"

Harry said he had pulled out his wallet and paid for the decoy bomb exactly.

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

said Fred firmly, waving Harry's coin away.

"But--"

"You lent us our start-up capital, and we haven't forgotten that."

George said gravely, "Take what you like, and if anyone asks, don't forget to tell them you got it from here."

George went through the curtain to help customers choose their products.

Fred led Harry back into the front shop to find Hermione and Ginny still staring thoughtfully at the patented Daydreaming Charm.

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

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

Near the window stood a row of dazzling pink products, surrounded by a group of excited girls, chirping and laughing.

Both Hermione and Ginny hesitated to move forward, looking wary.

"Go and have a look," said Fred proudly. "The most advanced love potion, you won't find it anywhere else."

Ginny raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Does it work?"

"Needless to say, each effect can last up to twenty-four hours, depending on the boy's weight—"

"And how charming that girl is."

said George, suddenly reappearing beside them.

"But we can't sell it to our own sister," he added, his expression suddenly serious, "especially since she's been having a blast with five boys now, which is something we've never— —”

"That's some bullshit you've heard from Ron."

Ginny said calmly, leaning over to take a small pink jar from the shelf, "What's this?"

"Ten Seconds for Pustules," said Fred. "Works wonders for boils and blackheads and all, but you don't change the subject. Are you talking to a boy named Dean Thomas right now?" in love?"