Study Days at Hogwarts

"I feel like I'm going crazy!"

Sirius threw the rag aside and sat down on the chair. They have been cleaning No. 12 Grimmauld Place for several days, and it took a lot of effort to remove a lot of dust, cobwebs and messy debris.

However, not even one room has been completely cleaned until now. It is not easy to clean this place enough for people to live in it.

Sometimes magic is not as practical as expected, especially when dealing with a house that has not been cleaned for more than ten years. Even if the rag is ordered to wipe carefully, it is difficult to completely wipe things clean. Many stubborn molds require a lot of effort. Use your strength to wipe slowly.

"Don't be lazy Sirius, think about Harry. If you want to bring Harry to live with you at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, you have to clean this place well." Lupine frowned and looked at Sirius who was not energetic. He had already guessed that the other party's patience was about to run out. Most wizards were not good at handling housework, and they usually liked to use magic to solve problems.

"I will give Harry a new home, but you have to let me rest first!" Sirius poured himself a glass of butterbeer, took a sip, and then changed the subject and asked, "Did you pay him back the Galleons? "

"Mr. Anderson has received the third-level Order of Merlin, and I think he probably no longer needs my cooperation in testing that spell." Lupine sighed softly: "And, from the beginning, I felt that he gave too much. "

"He just gave you some of the five thousand galleons he got from me." Sirius drank all the butterbeer in the cup, glared at the sneaky shadow outside the door, and used his wand to close the wooden door. , continued: "Of course, it is undeniable that that guy is very powerful and generous. He was able to get himself a third-level medal of the Merlin Order under a minor. He is really an amazing guy. I think some guys will be furious. Bar!"

"I heard that he also won the International Wizarding Chess Championship and the Magic School Potions Championship." Lupine was also very shocked when he first learned about these things. "That Mr. Anderson made me feel like seeing Dumbledore." The delusion of Professor Lido’s youth.”

"Tell me about Harry, is the smart little girl he was with last time his girlfriend?" Sirius was obviously more interested in his godson.

"No, Harry and Hermione should be just good friends." Lupine reminded helplessly: "Besides, they are only a few years old."

"I remember that James started to like Lily when he was very young." Sirius recalled: "I remember on the train. Well, you probably don't know, we were in the same carriage at the time. Later, James Had some unpleasant run-ins with Snape."

"Lily was in the same carriage as Snape. I think James started to be interested in Lily around that time."

"Later, you also know that as long as Lily is around, James's smart head seems to be rusty?"

"Becoming stupid," Lupine added with a smile.

"Yes, that's it." Sirius has been thinking about interesting things about his old friends lately. "They are both still young now. Maybe when they grow up, they may be together."

"Maybe."

"By the way, how are you thinking about opening a store?" As he spoke, Sirius jumped to another topic.

"Then what kind of store do you think we should open?" When it came to opening a store, Lu Ping frowned and asked, "Your personality is really suitable for opening a store, and opening a store can really make money. You can't always lose money?"

"Tell me what you think!" Sirius said nonchalantly.

"Last time, when I wrote to Albert, I mentioned about opening a store. He gave me two suggestions." Lu Ping said suddenly.

"What advice?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Open a gourmet shop in Hogsmeade, specifically selling to Hogwarts students. The premise is that you are interested in all kinds of food, drinks and sweets, or are famous house elves who are good at this." Lupine said with a bitter smile. : "He thinks this should be able to make us a lot of money, and there are ways to help us solve most of our problems, but it will be busier at night."

"What's the second suggestion?" Sirius asked with a frown. To be honest, he has no talent for cooking.

At least, Sirius hadn't used the kitchen in a long time.

"The second way is to publish a magazine that is suitable for Hogwarts students to buy." Lupine continued: "And build a radio station of his own. He didn't say the specific plan, but Anderson said that we might You need to use this thing to spread your voice.”

"What do you mean?" Sirius felt that there was something else in his words.

"I don't know." Lupine shook his head.

"Then which one do you think is more suitable?" Sirius asked.

To be honest, Sirius didn't like either proposal, but if the two wanted to open a shop, he would undoubtedly need to make some compromises to help his old buddy get a suitable job.

Lu Ping shook his head and said no more. He didn't think Sirius was qualified for these jobs. The most his old friend wanted was to spend some money to help him open a store, that's all.

"We can talk to him again then." Sirius said, "Mr. Anderson has no prejudice against you."

At this time, a snow-white owl flew in from the window.

"It's a letter from Harry." Sirius recognized Harry's Hedwig at a glance and had been in touch with her through letters every few days recently.

"What was written in the letter?" Lupine asked.

"Harry asked me when I would pick him up, and said that the Weasleys invited him to watch the Quidditch World Cup."

Sirius looked at the surrounding environment, sighed softly, and said to himself: "I suddenly feel that I am very incompetent as a godfather."

"Don't say that, you just haven't gotten used to your role yet." Lu Ping comforted softly.

"No, I messed everything up." Sirius was a little discouraged, "Now I should try to get a few tickets to the Quidditch World Cup first. I need two, three, or five tickets, and I also need invitations. Harry's friend, I haven't thanked Crookshanks properly yet."

"Mr. Anderson said he doesn't need it anymore. He mentioned this in his letter to me. A friend gave him several tickets to the Quidditch World Cup." Lupine thought of something and suddenly said: "He seems to have guessed what I am. I'm helping you clean, so let me tell you."

"Forget it, first make sure how many you need, and then go get the tickets for the Quidditch World Cup." Sirius looked at Lupine and said: "We can go to the World Cup in advance. Anyway, there is still a long time before the full moon, so don't refuse , otherwise I would be embarrassed to ask you to help me clean this house."

"Okay." Lupine hesitated for a moment and could only accept Black's kindness.

…

"How is the Ministry of Magic recruiting?" Mrs. Weasley looked at her son expectantly.

"It's very successful. I have entered the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic and am appreciated by Mr. Crouch." Percy proudly announced the good news to everyone.

With his beautiful resume, there were many departments in the Ministry of Magic willing to recruit him. Percy finally chose to trust Albert's judgment and entered the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, Percy did not make a blind choice, but Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, is a very capable person who likes to do facts. Only with such a person can you have more opportunities for promotion. big.

As it turned out, Crouch quickly looked at his resume and selected himself to be his assistant, even though he couldn't even remember his own name.

"That's great." Mrs. Weasley was pleased with this.

"Oh, congratulations Percy, the boring office life will always be with you." Fred and George patted Percy's shoulder hard to express their congratulations.

"Shut up and go away," Percy said impatiently.

"If only you two could save me some of the trouble that Percy did."

Mrs. Weasley glared dissatisfied at her son who didn't want to worry about him. Fred and George's O.W.Ls results disappointed her. Each of them only passed five subjects, and they were very reluctant.

"What's so good about working in the Ministry of Magic?" Fred curled his lips disdainfully: "Albert didn't want to work in the Ministry of Magic."

"He is him and you are you," Mrs. Weasley said angrily.

"He is a genius and a master of prediction. He sees things more accurately than anyone else. If the Ministry of Magic is so good, why doesn't Albert want to work in the Ministry of Magic?" Fred retorted, "George and I don't want to work in the Ministry of Magic. We don't want to work in the Ministry of Magic." I will have to face a boring office for the rest of my life.”

"Don't talk back." Weasley said with his hands on his hips.

"Actually, many people say that if Albert enters the Ministry of Magic after graduation, he can become the Minister of Magic in up to ten years." George suddenly said, "But he is just unwilling to enter the Ministry of Magic. He even predicted that the Ministry of Magic will be in the next few years." It will collapse next year.

"Who predicted the fall of the Ministry of Magic?" Ginny just came down from upstairs and looked at Mrs. Weasley and asked, "When will Charlie and Bill come back?"

"They wrote back, probably until August." After Mrs. Weasley finished speaking, she turned to look at Fred and George and asked, "If you don't go to work in the Ministry of Magic, what are you going to do in the future?"

"We want to open a joke shop." Fred and George said in unison, "That is our dream. We have decided to open a joke shop after graduation a long time ago. You and Dad don't have to worry about us."

"Do you want to piss me off?" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

"What's wrong with opening a store?" Fred and George complained dissatisfiedly, "We have our own ideals, our own wishes, and the life we ​​want. We don't want to go to the Ministry of Magic, and we don't want to live that boring life. Our lives It’s up to us to decide.”

"I'd like to see how you plan to open the shop." Mrs. Weasley walked away angrily.

"Don't worry, when we make money, mother will naturally object." Fred noticed Ginny's gaze and shrugged, "In Albert's words, it means using facts and galleons to make you happy." Shut up."

"This is a very realistic thing. Mom just has a rigid mind and thinks that the Ministry of Magic's job is more stable." George laughed at himself, "If you can live a better life, who would refuse? What's more, the Ministry of Magic is about to collapse. "

"Who made the prediction about the collapse of the Ministry of Magic?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Of course Albert." Fred and George said in unison.

"Can he really predict?" Ginny had also heard this rumor.

"Of course, if you want to make money, this Quidditch World Cup is a good opportunity. Albert promised to help predict the outcome of the last game. You will definitely make a lot of money by betting with us." Fred Said with a smile.

"Remember to take me with you then." Ron came down from upstairs and said to the twins.

"No gambling." Mrs. Weasley looked at her sons angrily.

"Mom, this is a good opportunity to make a fortune. Albert has never lost a bet." Ron complained, "You don't know how many galleons Fred and George made following him."

"No gambling!" Mrs. Weasley said every word.

"This isn't gambling, this is a sure-fire deal," Ron muttered.

"What did you say?"

Mrs. Weasley glared at her son, not giving him any peace of mind.

"Nothing. By the way, Mom, Harry just wrote me a letter. He seems to be in some trouble." Ron quickly changed the subject and asked Fred and George to take care of him when the time came.

"What's the problem?" Mrs. Weasley was successfully diverted.

"Well, Uncle Harry's son seems to be losing weight, so he plans to go on a diet for the whole family. Can you help Harry prepare some food to prevent him from going hungry?"

"Oh, no problem, I'll help Harry prepare some mince tonight." Mrs. Weasley returned to the kitchen to solidify the food in the pot.

"lose weight?"

Fred and George's expressions were extremely strange: "Albert always wanted to lose weight for his cat, but he ended up getting fatter and fatter."

"Tom is quite cute." Ginny also touched Tom. She looked up at Fred and George and asked, "By the way, when do you plan to open a store? It will definitely require a lot of money."

"No, they already have a lot of money to open a shop." Ron said sourly, "Harry mentioned to me that Albert gave them 10% of the galleons he got from Black."

"How much is 10%?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Five hundred galleons."

"Tell me again, how much?" Percy's eyes almost bulged.

"Five hundred galleons, each person." George said, "So, we don't have to worry about opening a store at all."

"How is it possible, how is it possible." Percy murmured, "Why did Black give Albert five thousand galleons."

"Why is it impossible? Albert has already targeted Black and was planning to take us to capture him in exchange for a bounty." George glanced at Mrs. Weasley who was hiding in the corner and eavesdropped, and continued: " Later, after investigation, we found many unreasonable things, so we did not attack Black when he broke into Hogwarts."

"You mean he realized it when Black broke into Hogwarts on Halloween," Percy asked in disbelief.

"Of course, Albert is a prophet, and it's easy to predict when Sirius Black will appear." Fred said proudly, "Black is just a money bag in his eyes. "

"Later, Albert made an agreement with someone unknown to help Black restore his reputation, and Black paid a Galleons as reward." George said matter-of-factly, "Otherwise, do you really think why Sirius was able to restore his reputation so smoothly? ?”

"So, are you all rich people now?" Ginny was also shocked by Albert's generosity. It was a thousand galleons, and he gave it as he asked.

"I'll leave my dress to you," Ron asked.

"We would like to buy you a new set, but those galleons are all in Albert's vault, and that money will be used as the start-up capital for the joke shop in the future." George shrugged, as if there is nothing I can do now. The expression said, "You can bet with us on the Quidditch World Cup finals. It's not easy to earn a dress."

"He's so kind to you." Ron said enviously.

"Albert calls this a galleons-earning thing for everyone. You can never make enough galleons."

"By the way, Ron, have you invited Harry to watch the football game with you?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not sure about this. Maybe Harry will go to the ball game with his godfather, Sirius." Ron said, "I think the probability of Harry going to the ball game with his godfather is relatively high. He said twice Contact me again tomorrow.”

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked again. She had a good relationship with Hermione.

"I don't know." Ron shook his head. "Harry said that he might invite Hermione to go with me. They seem to plan to watch more than one football game."

"It's great. It would be great to spend most of the summer watching games," said Fred and George.

"Percy, how's your application going?" At this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Mr. Weasley walked in carrying a briefcase.

"I successfully entered the International Magical Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic." Percy said absently: "I will have about a month to familiarize myself with the work of the Ministry of Magic, and then I can officially start working."

"That's great." Mr. Weasley was genuinely happy for his son.

"Dad, Fred and I don't want to work in the Ministry of Magic. We plan to open a joke shop after graduation." George said suddenly.

"Oh, do you want to open a store?" Mr. Weasley suddenly became silent. He couldn't help his son.

"Don't worry about money, we are ready." George knew the reason for his father's silence and continued, "I hope you can help us convince mom."

"Oh." Mr. Weasley was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "Where did you get the money?"

"The last time Black successfully restored his reputation, it was with Albert's help." Ron briefly told the whole thing. The expression on Mr. Weasley's face completely froze, his mouth opened wide, and he didn't know what to say.

"You have grown up." Mr. Weasley said with a complicated expression, "Since Albert thinks highly of you and is willing to help you, I won't say anything. I will help you convince your mother."

"I agree." Mrs. Weasley was still very angry. "Even if I don't agree, what can I do? Now that your wings have grown hard, you can fly by yourself."

"No, in Albert's words, it means that you are financially independent, and you are independent as a whole." George couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, Albert's method really worked.

"By the way, Dad, why didn't the newspaper report that Albert received the Order of Merlin, Third Class?" While eating, Fred suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask, "Besides, the Ministry of Magic sent The medal of Sir Merlin, Third Class given to him is still gold-plated."

"What's gold-plated?" Ron asked curiously.

"Medal, Albert wrote to us two days ago and mentioned this." George added, "I remember he also complained about the gold crucible last time."

"I'm actually not sure about this." Mr. Weasley was a little embarrassed. He had heard about it. It seemed that Fudge deliberately suppressed the news about Albert's award because some purebloods didn't want everyone to know. I knew that a minor wizard had actually received the third-level Order of Merlin.

In their words, it is a kind of protection for underage wizards.

To be honest, Mr. Weasley was equally surprised when he accidentally learned the news from someone else.

"I think it's not unreasonable for Albert to hate the Ministry of Magic." Fred said, "I remember that the Ministry of Magic withheld his youth award last time and refused to give it to him."

"Wizengamot British Youth Representative Award." George said.

"Yes, that's it," Fred said.

"Who said that?" Mr. Weasley certainly knew what it meant to represent the British youth of the Wizengamot.

"Albert's friends in the Wizengamot told him, and we have all read the letter."