Chapter 133 Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop (First Update)

Chapter 133 Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop (First Update~)

This was Harry's happiest time.

Sirius was a very playful person. He led Harry and the others to fly over the Black Lake on brooms, and used magic to build a huge snowman that was almost two stories high, and made it move.

He was eager to try and wanted to use this thing to cause trouble for Snape, but before he even entered the castle, Professor McGonagall cast a spell and turned him into a snowman.

Take them to the Forbidden Forest to find the centaur friend.

However, the centaurs did not welcome them, especially when they saw Harry and Sirius, they angrily raised their bows and spears and chased them until they were driven out of the Forbidden Forest. The four people and three cats were panicked.

Ron plunged his head into the snow: "It's so exciting!"

Crookshanks squatted on his face and meowed a few times in response.

"They weren't so excited when I came last time. What did you do to them?" Harry and Sirius looked at each other and asked the same question in unison.

They both burst into laughter.

Hermione had two owls on her head and looked at them unhappily.

Harry used to be such a steady person.

Why did he become so childish when Sirius came?

"James and I tried to steal the bows of the centaurs several times before, but unfortunately we failed." Sirius sighed.

Harry smiled and answered him: "The centaurs have strong healing magic and accurate archery. I wanted to communicate with them, but I failed."

Sirius complained: "They are a bunch of stubborn old people!"

Hermione sighed faintly.

How much suffering the centaurs must have suffered, encountering two generations of such restless people in a row.

They also dived into the Black Lake to look for the giant squid.

But they were discovered by the mermaids. That night, the little guy who was lucky enough to become the first flying mermaid in history found Harry at the first time and chased them to the shore.

Sirius looked at Harry in disbelief.

Why are there his "enemies" everywhere?

They went to the Three Broomsticks to drink together.

After drinking too much, they danced in the bar.

George and Fred were the best at it.

Ron was very envious, and with Percy's permission, he still got a glass of butter beer.

Crookshanks was forced to dance with him for a while, and his meow was so ugly that Sirius didn't even notice that there were a few more claw marks on his hands.

But even so happy, there were still regrets.

Sirius's regret was that he didn't find a chance to hit Snape with a club. In his impression, the slug had indeed changed a lot, especially in his ability.

Harry's regret was that Lupin didn't get to participate.

Christmas happened to be a full moon.

The happy days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Harry thought that the Christmas dinner was just over, and the little wizards had already returned to school to prepare for the start of school.

Sirius couldn't stay in the school anymore, he didn't have a teaching position.

He could only say goodbye to Harry reluctantly.

He had to go back to the Potter mansion first, which was their future home - of course, Lupin also had a share, the home couldn't always be in tatters.

There were more than just these two things that made Harry happy.

Many of his ideas could be slowly realized after he had Sirius.

The first weekend after school started.

Harry received a package from Sirius, which contained many materials that couldn't be bought from Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, such as the African tree snake skin and the horn of a two-horned beast that Harry had been dreaming of...

They were basically contraband.

There were also a lot of alcoholic drinks, and Harry asked for a portion of all the alcoholic drinks he had drunk or not drunk.

Hedwig and Bors went back and forth, carrying more than 20 times, and they were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to peck Harry, and they lay straight on the table to rest.

There was not much work at ordinary times.

But when there was work, people were exhausted.

If Petunia didn't make dozens of pounds of owl rations, they would go on strike!

Sirius didn't ask why Harry wanted these things.

Maybe, like James, he would still be a little worried.

But this child's personality is like Lily!

The girl next to him is also like Lily.

And the little boy from the Weasley family, who is not as "humorous" as his two brothers, is very much like Remus in personality.

In Sirius's opinion, this small group is too mature and stable.

He gives Harry whatever he wants.

The godfather is the godson!

Gryffindor Common Room.

Harry sits alone in the corner.

Hermione and Ron study at a table not far from him.

In front of him, a pile of liquid is boiling slightly in the crucible. He is studying potions - of course, not the orthodox potions in the textbooks.

But the witcher's potion.

The wizards' potions are very good, but for the witcher, some are not enough.

For example, Harry's favorite blizzard, owl, and oriole have no substitutes with similar effects, not to mention other decoctions.

After all, wizards' potions are the result of thousands of years of growth, accumulated little by little.

They are not suitable for witchers.

The most important and crucial thing about witcher potions is the base wine.

Almost all potions and decoctions must use a special wine called "White Seagull", which is a mixture of various wines and herbs.

What makes Harry headache is.

There is cherry wine, but there is no mandrake wine - the mandrake grass in this world is a magical plant with magical power.

You can only try slowly with other wines.

George and Fred came over.

"Hey, Harry." Fred just greeted and sneezed. If Harry hadn't used a spell to bind the strong smell of alcohol around him, I'm afraid all the little wizards in the lounge would be drunk.

"What are you doing, drinking alone without us?" George exclaimed, and was about to get a green bottle behind him, "What kind of wine is this?"

Harry glanced at it and answered lightly: "It's not wine, it's the venom of the Loba worm."

It is a magical creature living on the bottom of the North Sea. The venom is extremely precious, and the toxicity is even higher than that of the Acromantula.

George immediately retracted his hand.

Fred looked at a bottle with Polish written on it carefully: "What about this bottle?"

Harry took a look and nodded: "This bottle is indeed wine."

Fred was relieved and was about to pick it up. Harry added: "But its alcohol content is as high as 96%."

Fred's hand froze.

George said with resentment: "Harry, this is not called wine, it's alcohol."

"It is indeed wine, and many ordinary people use it to make cocktails." Harry corrected his mistake.

George was shocked.

Fred touched his throat in panic: "Are Muggles so strong? Even wizards will die if they drink it."

"Why are you looking for me?" Harry waved his wand, and the wine in the crucible disappeared. The previous formula failed, and he had to readjust it now.

"We came here to discuss something with you." George took a deep breath, carefully avoided the bottles, and squatted beside Harry.

Fred also lowered his voice: "Thanks to you, we have earned nearly 20 Galleons in the Forbidden Forest."

"We calculated that by next year, we will be able to save up 100!"

George smiled: "The Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop that can shock the wizarding world is about to emerge, all thanks to you."

"It's your own ability." Harry stared at the two bottles of wine poured into the crucible, and some herbs flew over and plopped into it.

"No, no, no." George shook his head. "Without the Forbidden Forest Map, we can't get so many materials."

"And we heard from little Ronnie that the Marauder's Map was originally your father's thing, and it originally belonged to you."

Fred sighed, looking resentful: "It means that we took your things and made a deal with you."

"Getting something for nothing."

"Getting a treasure trove for nothing."

The two sang the same tune, as if they had suffered a great loss.

Harry didn't speak.

"So we want to ask you, is there anything we can help with?" George asked tentatively, "Although we are just little wizards."

"And we are poor and have no skills. How about a 10% share of the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop?" Fred said it entangledly.

They were not reluctant to give up a 10% share, but they felt that this was still unfair to Harry.

Harry waved his wand, and a bag of Galleons came out of the Sorting Hat and fell into their hands.

It was heavy, and George, who was squatting on his toes, staggered.

"Harry?" George was puzzled.

This big bag feels like Galleons.

"Two hundred Galleons," Harry said softly, "I'll add another half of the investment."

George immediately put down the bag: "No, no, no, Harry, we don't need it..."

"I haven't finished yet." Harry shook his head, "I remember you two know some alchemy?"

George and Weasley held their heads high: "Of course!"

"There is no alchemy class in Hogwarts." George praised himself, "But we are confident that even the seventh-year students who choose to practice alchemy in Beauxbatons may not be as good as us."

Fred pointed to his head: "In terms of pranks, we are geniuses, like Harry, real geniuses."

Harry said seriously: "As a shareholder of the Weasley Brothers Joke Shop, I would like to ask you to develop an alchemy bomb for me. I also have Professor Dumbledore's alchemy notes, which I can lend to you."

"Bomb? The kind for Muggles?" George was stunned.

Harry nodded: "Yes, it needs to be a bomb with magical effects."

George picked up the purse and nodded: "No problem, I will draw up a contract later, Mr. Potter, who owns 20% of the shares of Weasley Brothers Joke Shop."

Fred frowned and said: "But should we change the name? Weasley and Potter Brothers Joke Shop?"

George agreed.

Harry shook his head gently: "No, no need to change the name."

The two of them were about to shake their heads and reject Harry's words. They were not greedy people.

Harry pointed at them: "Weasley."

He pointed at himself again: "Brother."

George and Fred were stunned, laughed, and nodded: "Then we look forward to the alchemy notes that brother Harry got from Professor Dumbledore."

I went out to get my ID card in the morning~

I will try to write more today!

Wanjun, and also passed LV3, I will have the title of fan next month, praise you!!!