Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 219 I wouldn’t dare to be so bold in my 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 even want to sit down.

Seeing Harry coming back, Hermione asked in a low voice: "Fred and George haven't come yet, why don't we just stand here and wait for a while?"

Harley shook her head: "They are already here."

As he spoke, Harry pointed at the two black-robed wizards sitting opposite each other with butterbeer bottles in front of them.

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

Before leaving, he also grabbed a bottle of butterbeer from the table.

Without waiting for Hermione to say anything, Harry walked over directly, patted one of the wizards on the head, and sent his voice accurately 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 were able to tell George and I apart."

"I've always found it strange that even my mother has a hard time accurately distinguishing the two of us." George also echoed,

"How on earth did you do that? From the first time we introduced ourselves, we never admitted our mistakes!"

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

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

Harley waved her 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 mint candies from his pocket and tapped them lightly.

The mints went straight into the glass.

"What a wonderful transformation. I dare say that many fifth-year students can't be as perfect as you."

George sighed as he stared at the glass, and Fred nodded in agreement.

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

"Of course," Fred took out a contract from his pocket, but there was no magic wave on it.

"Look at the conditions above. If there are any problems, we can modify them."

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

According to the provisions of the contract, Harry provided the Weasley twins with five hundred galleons, and the Weasley twins gave Harley 30% of the shares.

Harley smiled and shook her head. The Weasley brothers were probably too scared to dream of anything more exaggerated.

She took out her wand and tapped the 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 of them clearly saw that the five hundred galleons on the contract had turned into fifteen hundred galleons.

The two of them thought that Harley thought they had to pay too much money and were ready to make concessions. However, they did not expect that Harley wanted to invest more.

God, what does fifteen hundred galleons mean? This is Mr. Weasley’s salary for three full years!

They have never seen so much money in their lives!

"Harry, are you serious?" George swallowed and asked tremblingly.

"Of course." Harry picked up the purse at hand, "Look, I brought all the money."

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

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

In the end, the two parties settled on Harry paying fifteen hundred galleons in exchange for 30% of the shares of the Weasley brothers' future joke shop.

At the same time, Harley also has the right to browse the manufacturing methods of various items at any time, but the manufacturing methods are prohibited from being leaked.

After signing the deal, Fred made two copies of the contract, with each party keeping one copy.

George took the money bag handed over from Harry, opened it, took a look, then quickly closed it while covering his heart.

He has never seen so many golden cuties!

But why is the gold galleung at the top so familiar?

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

George thinks this is an illusion, after all, the golden gallons all look the same.

Without thinking too much, he carefully stuffed the money into his closest pocket and counted out dozens of gold galleons.

Then George waved his wand, and a blast of wind blew towards the short, fat wizard.

The short, fat wizard muttered something dissatisfied, then stood up and walked over carrying a bottle of wine.

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

"Hermione, I'm going to tell you the first law of the Pig's Head Bar!" Fred stretched out a finger and shook it.

"Never ask for someone's identity in a Hog's Head bar."

"After all, everyone comes with hoods, and they don't want to expose their specific information."

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

The short, fat wizard who just sat down said quickly: "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 just a second-rate dealer wandering in a dark area, working part-time as a liar and thief."

"Of course, he occasionally does some work such as smuggling and illegally modifying Muggle products."

"Asshole, you two brats took advantage of me!"

Mundungus lowered his hood and glanced cautiously in the direction of the owner of the Pig Head Bar.

At this time, the boss was still wiping the cup with a greasy rag, not knowing what the meaning of his work was.

"Don't let that old goat find out my identity! He banned me from coming to the Pig's Head Bar!"

After learning Mundungus's identity, Hermione stared at Mundungus with a look that looked like a scumbag:

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

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

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

“There’s always some material that’s hard to come by and only someone like Mundungus can get it.”

"Besides, Mundungus is Professor Dumbledore's man." George said in surprise.

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

She quickly apologized and lowered her voice and asked: "How could Professor Dumbledore..."

"It's nothing impossible. We saw the photo at Dad's place and tried every means to confirm it."

With that said, George patted Mundungus on the shoulder.

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

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)