I was inventing at Hogwarts

Not only the canary biscuits, but also the biting hats were successfully sold out.

This is the sales strategy that the twins and Rigg discussed together: use small cookies to open the market and find people who like pranks; then use more expensive biting hats to explore the market's acceptance of pranks.

Delicious and fun cookies are relatively easy to accept.

The performance of the Twins in the auditorium really exceeded Rigg's expectations, and he was willing to give this performance an "O".

If Gemini could go back to Lige's previous life, he had no doubt that these two people could become big-time anchors or grannies.

He is very good at stirring up the atmosphere.

During dinner the next day, Rigg mysteriously called Gemini aside.

He had been waiting for them in the auditorium for a long time.

Fred looked at the envelope in Rigg's hand nervously, his Adam's apple rolling up and down but he didn't say a word.

George looked at his brothers and then at Rigg.

Originally he said he was not nervous, but now he is starting to feel nervous.

George came over hand and foot, almost tripping Fred.

Rigg opened the letter he had read before in front of Gemini.

George and Fred's eyes kept following Rigg's hand moving left and right. They were really curious whether anyone would like their work.

Even if the little wizard in the auditorium responded enthusiastically yesterday, there is no guarantee that anyone would actually order it.

Applause and consumption are two different things.

Gemini still remembers their dreams.

If at first they just wanted someone to play pranks with them, now their dream is to save money and open their own prank goods store.

George was about to urge Rigg, who was addicted to playing, to give them can-can.

Li Ge turned over the letter paper inside and said, "Congratulations, all are sold out!"

Fred listened to Rigg's congratulations and read Nigel's complaints in the letter, feeling that his emotions were very complicated.

Are you happy? Happy.

Why is it still a little salty?

Fred rubbed his eyes, definitely not admitting that he was crying.

George stared blankly at the words on the letter, and the familiar English became so unfamiliar.

Sold out, what is sold out?

Rigg's congratulations seemed to come from afar.

After a while, George came out of the buffer state of pig brain overload, yelled, and pulled Fred around in circles to celebrate.

Their creativity really sells for money!

After waiting quietly for a while for the twins' celebration ceremony, Rigg waved his hand and said, "Now that the good news is over, it's time for the bad news."

George and Fred's heads instantly turned around, and George responded: "Is this a prank on your part?"

This was the most heartbreaking prank George could think of.

Fred also had mixed emotions, and his eyes, which were a little moist just now, dried up in an instant.

Rigg shook his head, "Don't forget, the final exam is in a week and a half. And now..."

Rigg shook the envelope in his hand, "Do you still remember what you said, if it is sold out, how much will it be replenished every week?"

George and Fred looked at each other.

Of course, they still remember that it is not 30 plates of biscuits and 15 bite hats every week haha, hahaha, ohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Fred was going crazy. When they designed this replenishment strategy, they just said it casually.

Sold out half of them in a week is the best they can hope for.

Based on half sold out, they can meet the market demand by making 10 plates of cookies and 5 hats every week without oversupply.

"It takes half an hour to bake a plate of cookies," Fred muttered to himself.

This doesn't even include the time he added the canary transformation spell.

No matter how you calculate it, it seems that he will be living in the kitchen from tomorrow on.

George also opened his mouth. He didn't know how to make biscuits. Only Fred could do this.

Doesn't that mean he has to be the one to do the biting hat?

George also started to count on his hands how many steps it took to make a biting hat.

After counting it once, George gasped, picked up Fred and ran away.

Anyway, I got to know Rige very well, so it’s not too late to say goodbye.

George and Fred yelled goodbye to Rigg as they bolted to their small classroom.

"We're going to replenish the goods. We're done. I'll call you."

Rigg smiled and waved to Gemini.

The Geminis probably didn't expect that before opening a shop and becoming shop owners, they would have to experience the life of 007 for a while.

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After bidding farewell to the twins, Rigg heard a strange news as soon as he returned to the lounge.

Professor Quirrell announced that he was unwell, and all subsequent classes were taught by Professor Flitwick.

Neville knew nothing and excitedly told Rigg and the others the good news. Rigg, Harry, Hermione and Ron looked at each other in tacit understanding.

Although it was only a short semester, all the little wizards fell in love with Professor Flitwick.

In Professor Flitwick's class, you can learn knowledge easily and interestingly, and beat Professor Snape, who is as gloomy as a big bat, five Quirrells!

When he said this, Neville turned back cautiously and made sure that Snape was not in the Gryffindor common room before he dared to continue.

When Neville went to tell the other little wizards the good news, Rigg sat in the soft sofa chair next to Hermione, lost in thought.

"Is Quirrell not going to act anymore?" Rigg really didn't expect Quirrell to make this choice.

Ron waved his hand broadly, "After all, the thing on the back of his head..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, Harry nervously covered his mouth.

Sure enough, the little wizards around him were already looking over, their ears raised high.

"What's wrong with Professor Quirrell? What's wrong with his head?"

Neville in the distance shouted loudly after listening to what his friends nearby had shared.

The entire rest room cast curious glances.

Rigg and Harry refused to tell the specific details of that day in the Forbidden Forest. Many young wizards complained that their dreams were incomplete.

Therefore, exploring the mystery of the Forbidden Forest has become a hot news in Hogwarts recently.

Rigg and the others could see the little tail behind them from time to time.

If this was how these little wizards followed Quirrell, Rigg could understand why Quirrell was so irritable.

You can't shake it off, you can't drive it away, it's more clingy than a powerful wig.

Hermione shook her head helplessly, put away the spell book she was reading and said, "Let's go, this is not the place to talk."

She nodded toward the others.

What better place to discuss these inconvenient things than in their secret cabin?

Rigg stood up, called Harry and Ron and walked out.

As soon as they stepped out of the passage of the portrait, they saw four or five bored young wizards whispering.

Harry pushed up his glasses painfully and said, "They are not even willing to find a hiding place to deal with us."

Rigg and Hermione also pay attention to what's going on around them, and Ron is very nervous.

Only Harry is sensitive, slender and nervous, and his personalities are twisted together.

He wouldn't be happy if little wizards suddenly appeared around him from time to time and startled him; he wouldn't be happy if no one followed him or his tracking skills were poor.

Rigg said simply: "Then get rid of them."

"Huh?" Harry and Ron made confused sounds.

Rigg grabbed Hermione's little hand and said, "Run!"

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