Chapter 1457 Secret Love Affair

Hogwarts, as the place with the most house-elves in the wizarding world, has just over two hundred.

In just half a year, the number of house-elves working at Fred and George's almost surpassed that of Hogwarts, which was unbelievable.

The key is that they are all employed, which is even more incredible, even if the salary is very low.

If the line continues to expand, Fred and George will hire more house-elves.

The two of them also have this plan, and they are still discussing the matter of borrowing money from Gringotts in their recent letter to Ivan.

Considering that the war is coming, the uncertainty is too great, and the risk is too high, Ivan does not agree to borrow money.

Gringotts' money won't be forfeited just because of the war, and there's no such thing as bad debts with the goblins.

His suggestion is to continue to transfer part of the production line that does not require magic to Muggles, subject to the premise of the secrecy law.

This will save a lot of cost while expanding productivity. He also wrote to his father about it.

Fred and George made a lot of money on their protective gear, but at Hogwarts they were best known as joke products.

They are now the largest purveyor of prank products and are utter legend among students.

"How do they sell these things into the school?" Harry continued in surprise. "Aren't all owls checked? How can those girls bring love potions into the castle?"

"They sent those as perfume and cough drops as part of the owl order service."

"Oh, you know so much."

Hermione glared at him ferociously, just like she glared at Ivan and "Advanced Potion Making".

"It's written on the back of the bottle they showed me and Ginny over the summer," she said coldly, "but I don't put drugs in other people's drinks."

"Yeah, you really don't need it." Ivan said, "But seriously, I don't mind if you drug me."

Hermione raised her head and stared at Ivan again, but it didn't last long, because her face turned red quickly.

"Come on, you two, I just got out of Ron and Lavender's torment." Harry said in a mock pleading tone. "The problem now is that Filch is playing tricks, isn't it? These girls You can bring it into school by disguising it! Why can't Malfoy wear a necklace..."

"Oh, Harry, don't mention that again!"

"Ah, why?" Harry asked, "Isn't this incident suspicious? The murderer has not been found yet."

"It's suspicious, but it's a bad murder," Evan said.

"It just fits Malfoy's style, he doesn't have any brains." Harry said relentlessly.

"Well, Harry, look." Hermione sighed and explained patiently, "The detectors can detect bad luck spells and concealment spells, can't they? They are used to detect dark magic and dark magic items Yes, a powerful spell like the one on the necklace can be detected in a few seconds. But something in the wrong bottle won't be detected, no spell or spy can detect that. Besides , the love potion is not black magic, and it is not dangerous..."

"You put it lightly," Harry muttered. "This thing sounds dangerous."

"The problem now is that if all the things in the bottle want to enter the school, Filch needs to check and judge whether they are cough potions or something else, which is fundamentally different from black magic items like necklaces. "Ivan said, "Because he can't use tools, we all know that Filch is not a very good wizard, can he distinguish..."

He stopped suddenly, and Harry and Hermione looked up at the same time.

They all heard someone approaching among the dark bookshelves behind them, footsteps from far to near.

After about a few seconds, Mrs. Pince's vulture-like face emerged from the corner. The sunken cheeks, parchment-like skin and long hooked nose were clearly illuminated by the lamp she held in her hand.

"It's time for the library to close, put the borrowed books back..." she said, her eyes falling on the textbooks in front of Harry, and her voice rose sharply, "My God, what did you do to that book? You wicked child!"

"It's not from the library, it's from me!" Harry said hastily, as he picked up the "Advanced Potion Making" from the table, but Madam Pince's eagle-clawed hand had already grabbed it.

"Root!" she hissed, "blasphemy! defilement!"

"It's just something written on the book!" Harry argued, pulling the book back from her hand.

It didn't help, she looked like she was going to have a heart attack and could collapse at any moment.

Ivan and Hermione hurriedly packed up their things, took Harry's arm and dragged him away.

"You shouldn't be arguing with her."

"Yeah, she'll ban you from the library. Honestly, why do you have to bring that stupid book?"

"It's not my fault she's yelling." Harry muttered, stopped abruptly, and looked up at Ivan and Hermione, "Wait, do you think she will hear us say that Phil Qi bad words? I always feel that there is something between them..."

Ivan and Hermione were stunned for a moment. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed really possible.

Mrs. Filch and Mrs. Pince's secret love affair, there seems to be an ulterior relationship between them.

The three made their way to the Gryffindor common room, arguing over Filch's relationship with Mrs. Pince. This gossip was indeed novel and interesting, but due to the lack of conclusive evidence, it soon became unbearable, and the topic naturally shifted to the Christmas arrangements not long after.

"Ron invited us to the Burrow yesterday, but because of that incident, I declined." Harry said, hesitating for a moment, "Evan, can he stay with us?"

He was referring to the summoning of demons, which they and Dumbledore had arranged to do this Christmas break.

Therefore, Ivan and Harry can't leave the school, and have to stay in Hogwarts for Christmas.

And Hermione and Elaine, Ivan had talked to Dumbledore before, and the principal agreed to his plan.

"I can't say this well, I need Dumbledore's consent, but I think since the four of us are going, there should be no problem with Ron." Ivan hesitated, and continued, "The key question is Does he want to come with us, he hardly talks to me, Hermione, Elaine now."

"He just hasn't figured it out yet," said Harry. "Don't worry, I'll tell him and he'll make it up."