Weasley is our king at Hogwarts

Fred and George ended up ordering two sodas with cherry syrup that Mrs. Rosmerta had recommended.

The two of them sat at the table by the window.

Fred looked at the crimson cherry syrup soda and took a sip of it for himself.

There was some ice in the mouth, and then the rich aroma of cherries filled my head, and then a light sweetness appeared, "Ah~ so refreshing!"

Fred felt the coolness in his chest and cried out in comfort.

The taste is distinct, and Fred thinks this soda is good.

"Fred, what should we do? Shall we try our luck at that stinky Hog's Head Bar again?" George asked as he poured half a glass of cherry syrup soda into his mouth.

Fred did not answer George immediately, but turned his head to look at the guests in the Three Broomsticks bar.

What Fred is thinking about now is asking someone else, an adult, to buy a butterbeer for himself and George, so that the owner of the bar will not know that it is him and George who want to buy it, thus avoiding the fact that he and George are 11-year-old children. fact.

But it is difficult to get others to do something for you willingly, unless they are your parents, and other people may need to be profit-driven.

All Fred could give was a small amount of money, and the guests in the Three Broomsticks were all well-dressed and looked very lively and nourished, which was obviously not possible here.

"Let's go, George, we can only try our luck at the Pig's Head Bar." So Fred took out four silver coins from his pocket and put them on the table, opened the door and walked out of the Three Broomsticks Bar.

Walk deeper into Hogsmeade Commercial Street.

Soon we arrived at the dilapidated Pig's Head Bar. Its almost rotten wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket on the door. The sign showed a large, severed pig's head, with blood stains covering it. white cloth.

Just as George was about to touch the doorknob, which was dark with old dirt, Fred stopped him, "We're not going in, George."

"Aren't you going in? Are you waiting for someone to come out?" George answered immediately.

"Yes, we'll wait for someone to come out, and then ask them if they can help us purchase. If he says yes, we'll treat him to a cup of butterbeer!" Fred said his plan.

"Then we basically have no profit, right? This cup of Butterbeer costs 2 Silver Sickles. It costs 2 Silver Sickles to treat this guy to a drink. The Slytherin guy with the short silver hair said he is just that." Sell ​​it for 6 Silver Sickles." George calculated and analyzed, and found that if the income was divided equally with the silver-haired short-haired Slytherin, he could only get 1 Silver Sickle. It would be better to earn a Silver Sickle by helping other little wizards purchase it. 5 silver coins for travel expenses!

Then George's head turned, "Unless we let him buy a few more drinks, we can earn back the two silver coins we bought him!"

Fred nodded, "Yes, that's what I think, but today our mission is just to bring back a cup of butterbeer, let the short silver-haired man know that we have the ability to supply him with butterbeer, and today we I don’t have too much money, and there are still a lot of things I haven’t bought yet. Let’s save the bulk of the purchase next time. Then let the short silver-haired man bleed a lot and bring his money to buy it!”

"Fred, you are so bad!" George chuckled, "You always like to use other people's money to buy things, but it's so cool just thinking about it!"

"Same to you, hahahaha!" Fred laughed.

At this moment, the dirty brown wooden door of the Pig Head Bar suddenly opened!

"Squeak~"

"Boom~", what hit my face was a strong smell of mutton, which was disgusting.

"Uh... ugh~"

It wasn't Fred and George who vomited, but the guy who just came out was holding on to the big pig's head at the door of the Pig's Head bar and vomiting!

"Damn it...Dumbledore! You won't even give me a...a cup of butterbeer! Just two Silver Sikos! Just give it to me next time!" The man vomited. complained.

"Well... um..." Finally the man stood up, and Fred could see the man's appearance clearly.

He has short brown hair, and his head is covered with a black scarf except for his eyes and mouth. He is not too tall, just a head taller than Fred. He has a fat and round figure and wears a long dark green windbreaker. It's almost dragging to the ground.

"Why is he scolding Professor Dumbledore?" George looked confused, but he was not too entangled. "Can this drunkard do it? Fred?" George pinched his nose and looked at the man with disgust and asked.

"I don't know either... let's ask first." Fred also pinched his nose. Not to mention the smell of mutton that came out of the Pig's Head Bar the moment he opened the door, it made the drunkard sick to death.

"Who are you calling a drunkard? I'm not drunk yet!" The short, fat drunkard let go of his hand holding the big pig's head and stood up unsteadily, swaying this way and that.

"Okay, okay, you're not drunk, you're not drunk." Fred said perfunctorily, "Sir, do you want another drink?"

"Drink! Drink! Have another drink!" The short, fat drunkard waved his hands excitedly.