Chapter 219 Don't Even Dare to Be so Bold in Your Dreams!

When Harry finished buying the mead, Hermione remained at the door.

After all, it was so dirty here that the little witch didn't want to sit down at all.

Seeing Harry coming back, Hermione asked in a low voice, "Fred and George haven't come yet, shall we stand here and wait?"

Harry shook his head: "They're already here."

As he spoke, Harry pointed to the two wizards in black robes who were sitting opposite each other with butter beer bottles in front of them.

The chunky wizard from before came over and said something to the two of them, and then quickly went to sit by himself at a table in the distance.

Before leaving, he took a bottle of butter beer from the table.

Without waiting for Hermione to say anything, Harry walked over directly, patted one of the wizards on the head, and sent the voice precisely into his ears:

"Fred, stop pretending, I know it's you and George."

"Oh, hell." Fred took off his hood, revealing his fiery red hair,

"You found us so quickly, and you can still distinguish me from George."

"I've always wondered that even my mother can hardly tell us apart." George also echoed,

"How on earth did you do it? Ever since we introduced ourselves for the first time, we have never admitted our mistakes!"

"It's a secret." Harry chuckled twice, after all, the assassin's judgment on details is not easy to explain.

"I knew you would answer like that." Fred muttered, and then moved his chair.

Harry waved his wand, and two new chairs flew from the side, and the dust on them disappeared automatically.

After the two sat down, Harry took out two mints from his pocket and tapped them lightly.

The mints went straight to the glass.

"It's such an exquisite shapeshifting technique. I dare say that many fifth graders can't do it as perfectly as you."

George stared at the glass and sighed, and Fred nodded approvingly.

"Did you two bring the contract?" Harry poured mead into two glasses and pushed the bottle to the middle of the table.

"Of course," Fred pulled out a contract from his pocket, but there was no magic power fluctuation on it,

"Look at the above conditions, if there is a problem, we can modify it."

Harry read the contract quickly, and Hermione leaned over to look at it.

According to the stipulations in the contract, Harry provided five hundred Galleons to the Weasley twins, and the Weasley twins gave Harry 30% of the shares.

Harry smiled, shaking his head. The Weasley brothers were probably too poor and scared, and they didn't even dare to exaggerate in their dreams.

She took out her wand and tapped some parchment, then handed it back: "I think this place can be modified."

The Weasley brothers hurried over and opened their mouths at the same time.

The two clearly saw that the five hundred Galleons on the contract had become fifteen hundred Galleons.

The two thought that Harley thought he had to pay too much money, and they were ready to make concessions, but they didn't expect that Harley wanted to invest more.

God, what is the concept of fifteen hundred Galleons? This is Mr. Weasley's salary for three full years!

They have never seen so much money in their life!

"Harry, are you serious?" George asked tremblingly, swallowing.

"Of course." Harry lifted the purse at his hand, "Look, I brought all the money."

"I believe in your potential and future, and I am willing to pay more for it."

The Weasley twins swallowed at the same time, their hand holding the parchment trembling.

In the end, the two parties agreed that Harry would pay fifteen hundred Galleons in exchange for 30% of the Weasley brothers' future joke store.

At the same time, Harley also has the right to browse the manufacturing methods of various items at any time, but it is forbidden to disclose the manufacturing methods.

After signing the deal, Fred made a double copy of the contract, with each party keeping a copy.

George, on the other hand, took the purse handed over by Harry, opened it for a glance, then quickly closed it while covering his heart.

He had never seen so many golden cuties before!

But why is the gold Galleon on the top so familiar?

It is especially like the poor child who was played with repeatedly in his hand and was forced to contribute to Lockhart in the end!

George thinks this is an illusion, after all, Jin Gallon looks the same.

Without thinking too much, he carefully stuffed the money into his closest pocket, and only counted dozens of Galleons from it.

Then George waved his wand, and a gust of wind blew towards the chunky wizard.

The chunky wizard muttered dissatisfiedly, then stood up, and walked over with the wine bottle.

"Fred, who is this?" Hermione, who had been watching the melons before, looked at the wizard approaching and asked curiously.

"Hermione, I want to tell you the first law in the Pig's Head Bar!" Fred stretched out a finger and kept shaking,

"In the Hog's Head, never ask for someone's identity."

"After all, everyone came with a hood, and they didn't want to reveal their specific information."

"Of course, we can tell you his identity..." George said with a smile.

The chunky wizard who just sat down hurriedly said, "Don't..."

"...His name is Mundungus Fletcher, and he is a freelancer." George ignored Mundungus,

"Of course, this is just a nice way of saying it. In fact, he is a second-hand dealer who wanders in a dark area, a part-time liar and thief."

"Of course, he does occasionally smuggle and illegally transform Muggle products."

"Bastard, you two brats have taken my old life out of my life!"

Mundungus lowered his hood and carefully glanced in the direction of the owner of the Pig's Head Bar.

At this time, the boss was still wiping the cup with a greasy rag, and he didn't know what the meaning of his work was.

"Don't let that old goat find out who I am! He banned me from the Hog's Head!"

After learning of Mundungus' identity, Hermione stared at Mundungus with a look of dregs:

"Fred, George, why are you two looking for this kind of person? His only destination is to go to Azkaban!"

Fred couldn't help shaking his head: "Hermione, your view is wrong."

"We want to open a joke shop and sell magic items, so we need various materials."

"There are always some materials that are hard to come by and only people like Mundungus can get their hands on."

"Besides, Mundungus is still a member of Professor Dumbledore." George said surprisingly.

"What?" Hermione screamed, causing the bar owner to look over.

She hurriedly apologized, and asked in a low voice, "How could Professor Dumbledore..."

"Nothing is impossible. We saw the photo at Dad's place, and we tried our best to confirm it."

With that said, George patted Mundungus on the shoulder.

Mundungus snorted and drank the butterbeer in the bottle in one gulp.

...

...

(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)