The White Lord of Hogwarts

Chapter 65 We will get rich!

"My intuition tells me that this game will be fun." Fred said firmly.

"Yes, Fred, and I think the characters need not be limited to the wizards in the chocolate frog cartoons. We can also expand the scope, such as including Professor McGonagall and others..." George completely agreed with Fred's view.

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The two of them had a heated discussion, and until they went to the auditorium for the Christmas banquet, they were still talking about how to improve and optimize the wizard killing.

"Can't even chicken legs stop your mouths?" Ron looked at the two brothers who were almost "forgetting to eat and sleep" and was speechless. This was the first time he saw Fred and George being so focused on one thing.

After Fred looked at him like he was an idiot, he looked away and ignored him. George patted his brother on the shoulder and suggested that he think for three seconds before opening his mouth to speak.

Although not many students stayed in Hogwarts for Christmas, the school still prepared an extremely sumptuous meal for everyone: hundreds of roast turkeys with an attractive luster, and piles of roasted meats and roasted potatoes like a hill.

, sausages on a plate as long as an arm, bowls of peas mixed with butter, plates of thick and thick meat stew, and massive amounts of wizard packets of firecrackers are quietly lying on the dining table waiting for diners.

In addition to these classic dishes, the canteen also prepared a large number of exotic delicacies. Love even saw a plate of fried lotus root and a plate of dumplings.

"The food provided in the cafeteria seems to be richer." Harry compared the dishes he saw today with those he saw on the day he entered school, and found that there were many more dishes that he had never heard of or seen before.

"That's all our credit." George said proudly.

"What's your credit?" Ron held two chicken drumsticks and raised his head from his rice bowl: "What does this have to do with you two?"

It's cliché to say that the reason Fred and George want to make money is because they want to realize their dream: to open a toy store. The extremely poor Weasley family will definitely not be able to help them with this matter, so they need to

Work hard yourself.

"It's because we found the kitchen staff and made suggestions to them." George was undoubtedly a little more patient than Fred, and he explained the reason to Ron.

"When we go back to the lounge later, do you want to try some grilled chicken together? I remember you mentioned this kind of food at the opening party." He took out a bag from somewhere, and bursts of aroma wafted out of it.

He brought the plate of fried food that no one cared about in front of him and enjoyed it happily.

"Lov, do you want to make money?"

"Where is the kitchen in Hogwarts? Speaking of which, I have never been there!" Ron became very interested in the kitchen they mentioned. He wanted to know the location of the kitchen so that he could go back to the lounge every day.

I can bring some snacks back.

Love nodded, agreeing with the twin brother's words.

Harry didn't know what lotus root was, but he was still very familiar with eggplant, so he decisively chose the eggplant box. After one bite, he felt an extremely novel texture: the crispness of the fried batter, the tenderness of the eggplant, and the firmness of the meat.

The Tao is intertwined, bringing a unique exotic flavor.

"I think your wizard-killing idea can definitely make a lot of money!" Fred's eyes lit up when he mentioned wizard-killing and making money.

The twins had been saving money in various ways since entering the first grade, but with little success until they heard about Love's idea. Their intuition told them that this game would definitely be a hit! If done properly

Operations is a hen that lays golden eggs.

"You'll know after you taste them. This one is lotus root, that one is eggplant, and there's meat filling inside."

"It tastes very good!" Harry gave a very high evaluation of the eggplant box.

"Love, wait a minute!" Fred stopped Love as he was about to walk out of the auditorium.

George laughed and refused to answer this question. He thought it would be too boring to announce the answer directly, so it was better to let the children explore on their own.

When the banquet was over and everyone left the table, everyone had a lot of colorful packets of things blown up from firecrackers in their arms. Harry even opened a set of wizard chess of his own.

Love did not participate in this topic. He was quite grateful to the twins. Without them, where would he eat eggplant and lotus root boxes?

"Let's work together. We can design various cards together and sell them. George and I are both good at making things. With your various ideas and our technology, we can definitely launch a very popular card."

Card game." Fred looked into Love's eyes, eager to get a positive answer from him.

"Shut up and eat, my stupid brother." Fred rolled his eyes: "Think before you speak."

He and George were desperate for money! They desperately wanted to find a way to make money.

Sure enough, when they occupied the table closest to the fireplace and put the already cold chicken rack on the fire to warm up, Fred asked him a question.

This is nonsense. Of course Love wants to make money, or who doesn’t want to make money?

"Is this delicious?" Harry felt a little curious as he watched Love get the snack in front of him.

At the Christmas banquet, everyone had a great time. Professor Dumbledore opened firecrackers one after another while listening to Professor Flitwick telling jokes. Hagrid even kissed Professor McGonagall after drinking too much.

Professor G was actually not angry, and only Snape and Quirrell looked gloomy and stiff, incompatible with the joyful atmosphere, but no one cared about this trivial matter.

"This is an extremely novel way to play the game. If we can develop this game, it will really make a lot of money." George said from the side.

"Of course." Love knew in his heart that Fred was probably looking for him more than just sharing the chicken rack with him. Wouldn't it be better to go have a snowball fight outside the castle like everyone else? Why should he nibble dryly after eating and drinking?

How about a few chicken racks that are tasteless and a pity to throw away?

"I'm also pretty sure that if we take this game seriously, it will sooner or later be more popular than Wizard Chess - all little wizards, whether they are Gryffindor or Slytherin, will be killed by wizards.

Their first choice of entertainment during their lunch break." Under Fred's expectant gaze, Love spoke.

But what he said shocked them.

Although Fred was optimistic about Wizard Killing, he never dared to think that it could be more popular than Wizard Chess. In terms of status, Wizard Chess is comparable to Quidditch. Can Wizard Killing really be achieved?

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The second update is here, see you tomorrow at 12 noon

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