Weasley is our king at Hogwarts

George hurriedly handed the glass in his hand to Fred. The two squatted in front of the oak barrel, placed the glass in their hands under the opening of the barrel and filled it with beer.

Then the oak barrel is pushed over and leveled again.

"It smells so good!" Fred held the glass up to his nose and smelled it carefully. Looking at the golden and bubbling butterbeer in the glass, he couldn't bear it anymore!

"Gulu~Gulu~" Just pour it into your mouth!

bubble!

Sting!

Fragrant wheat!

Milky!

A little sweet, with a slightly bitter aftertaste!

This is Fred's intuitive feeling.

Butterbeer has such a complex flavor!So much so that Fred kept pouring it into his mouth one mouthful after another!

"Hiccup~"

"Hiccup~"

Fred and George both let out long burps after drinking a whole glass of beer.

"Well..."

"Forehead..."

Fred and George looked at the butterbeer in their hands with weird expressions. It was so weird, really weird, it seemed quite addictive!

Looking at the thin layer of golden beer remaining in the cup, Fred pursed his lips and wanted to drink more!

But if you drink one drink, you will earn 2 less silver coins!Fred suppressed his will and shrugged, "Come on, George, let's start moving up."

"Um...Okay." George obviously struggled a lot.

This time Fred learned the lesson and no longer stood the oak barrel upright, but just pushed the oak barrel forward.

Until the small round mouth of the oak barrel began to overflow with golden beer.

This saves effort and prevents the beer from spilling.

Because the small round mouth of the oak barrel is too big, if you use the small mouth of the silver kettle to catch it, the beer will flow out, which will waste a lot of money.

So Fred and George divided the work. George was responsible for using a glass wine glass to catch the butterbeer flowing out of the small round mouth of the oak barrel.

After filling the glass, he handed it to Fred, who was responsible for carefully pouring the butterbeer in the glass into the silver kettle.

One cup, two cups, three cups...

One pot, two pots, three pots...

After filling five silver jugs with ten beers, Fred asked George to stop.

"George, fill 10 cups first. We have to test that little Slytherin snake first to see if he is reliable and can do business with us." Fred turned the lid of the silver kettle in his hand while said.

"I don't know if the silver-haired boy will come." George was a little doubtful.

"It should come. According to him, the value is three times the value! This is enough for him to take the risk." Fred still remembers what the great man in the past said, once capital sees a profit, it will Be bold.

If there is 10% profit, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; if there is 20% profit, it will become active; if there is 50% profit, it will take desperate risks; for 100% profit, it will dare to trample all human laws; there are With 300% profit, it can even sell the rack on which it hangs itself!

This shows the abomination of capital.

Fred and George each hung a few water bottles around their necks and began to climb up the slide passage.

After confirming that no one was outside the Hunchback Witch statue, Fred and George climbed out of the Hunchback Witch statue.

After closing the passage on the back of the hunchback witch statue, the two of them walked down the Charms corridor carrying a kettle and glasses, and were almost startled by the drunken monks in the picture frame on the wall in the corridor.

"Wine! It's butterbeer! Give it to me quickly! Give it to me quickly!" A friar with messy brown hair threw himself directly on the canvas, raising his nose and sniffing hard.

Fred and George took a step, and the friar with messy brown hair followed suit on the portrait. Until Fred and George walked out of the frame, the drunken friar yelled from behind, "Wine!!" !”

Fred chuckled, this wine is not for you, it is related to our Butterbeer money-making plan.

Fred and George carefully arrived at the History of Magic classroom on the second floor, holding silver kettles and numerous wine glasses.

Through the steeple window of the History of Magic classroom, Fred could see the height of the crescent moon. The time was almost up, but there was no sign of the silver-haired Slytherin snake in the classroom yet.

Just as Fred and George were waiting impatiently, Fred heard a slight thumping sound outside the door!

Is he coming?That silver-haired guy?

Fred was not sure. What if it was Filch patrolling the castle? !

Fred quickly pulled out his wand, leaned behind the classroom door, and assumed a spell-casting posture.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Squeak~"

The classroom door is open!A door gap about a few fingers wide!

Slowly stretched out a brown wand!

Not Filch!

The moment Fred saw the wand, he lowered his guard and opened the classroom door. "Don't worry, Davis, there are no traps here. You can put down the wand."

"Haha~" A tall little Slytherin wizard with short silver hair flashed in from outside the classroom door. It was Davis who came to trade.

Davis put away his wand and looked at Fred, "Where's the butterbeer?"

Fred chuckled and raised his head towards the table in front of George, where there were several silver kettles and a glass filled with butterbeer!