Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 265 Fred, George, you don’t want your mother to know either...

"Fred, George, let's go to Gringotts first to collect the proceeds." Charlie said with uncontrollable excitement.

"Okay, dad will probably only allow you to go, after all, you are adults."

Fred sighed forcefully, carefully took out the sign representing his and George's betting funds from his pocket, and gently placed it in Bill's hand.

His movements were so delicate, as if he were holding extremely fragile glassware.

"Then let's set off!" Bill said with a smile.

"Such a huge sum of money is worth half a year's salary!"

"I can't worry about letting these golden little cuties just lie in the hands of goblins. I have worked with them for so long. I know what kind of character those things are."

"They are so greedy for money that they wish all the gold in the world could be theirs... I think it's safest to just hold the money in your hands!"

With that said, Bill and Charlie walked quickly and merged into the crowd, and soon disappeared.

"Making a lot of money!" After Bill and Charlie left, Fred's eyes had turned into the shape of gold galleons,

"We really made a lot of money this time! This is the most money I have ever made!"

"Indeed, the goblins gave us fifteen times the odds, and at that time we and Dad and the others invested two hundred gold galleons!"

George also sighed and said,

"In just one afternoon, it turned into three thousand gold galleons! It's so exciting!"

Ron on the side swallowed his saliva with envy, and Ginny also sighed at her brothers' gains.

In the Weasley family, only Mr. Weasley had a job before, and Mrs. Weasley was a full-time housewife.

It was not until recent years when Bill, Charlie and Percy graduated and found jobs that the Weasley family's economy became better.

But before that, although Mrs. Weasley was self-sufficient in food through magic, various necessities such as magic robes still needed money to buy.

This also resulted in the fact that the Weasley children did not have much pocket money. Ginny had saved up her pocket money for three years, but had basically never spent it, and now she could barely afford three galleons.

"Fred, George, where did you two get so much money?" Ron came over curiously,

"That's a full two hundred gold galleons, which is equivalent to three months of dad's salary!"

"Do you two have that much pocket money?"

Fred rolled his eyes: "Dear little Ronnie..."

"Don't call me that name!" Ron said a little irritably, grabbing his hair hard.

But Fred ignored him.

"...I think the brain is a good thing, but you don't seem to be able to use it."

"Money won't grow if you leave it there! You have to learn how to make money make money."

"For example, the two of us chose to make some interesting and funny items and then sell them to other students at Hogwarts to obtain our first funds."

"Plus Charlie, Bill and Dad all contributed a share of the money."

"Dad took out one galleone, Charlie took out forty-seven gold galleons, and Bill took out... forty-nine gold galleons, right?"

George looked at Fred with some uncertainty, and Fred nodded: "It's forty-nine gold galleons."

"The remaining one hundred and three gold galleons were all contributed by us. That is the pocket money we have saved for several years and the profit from selling homemade magic items."

As he spoke, he nodded at Harley, who just gave him a smile in return.

Seeing the envious looks in Ginny and Ron's eyes, George proudly rubbed his sister's head:

"Ginny, we will take care of your new robes and new textbooks this year!"

"Really?" The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up.

After receiving the affirmation from her twin brothers, Ginny even jumped for joy, her fiery red hair swaying, looking extremely lively.

Ron glanced at his sister enviously, and after a moment's hesitation, he approached his two brothers.

"Fred, George, I'm your brother too! You can't treat one with favoritism!"

"Fred, what did our dear little Ronnie say?" George picked his ears and deliberately did not look at Ron, but turned to look at Fred.

"I don't know, George." Fred also shook his head vigorously, "Maybe he wants us to teach him how to spend money!"

"Then he should really learn this, and it would be best to observe it on the spot." George agreed,

"After all, spending money is a technical job, isn't it?"

"Oh, wait..." Fred deliberately showed a embarrassed look on his face.

"We seem to have forgotten a key point..."

"...That's right, Fred, we forgot..."

"...Little Ronnie..."

"He doesn't have that much money!" Finally, the two said in unison, with a cheeky smile on their faces.

Ron's face instantly turned as red as his hair.

He took a deep breath, not knowing which tendon was out of place, and suddenly whispered:

"Fred, George, you don't want your mother to know that you are betting on football!"

"If you don't want to, you'd better..."

Before he finished speaking, the Weasley twins' hands were stuck on Ron's left and right shoulders, and at the same time, he was sealed with a standard chokehold.

"Our dear little Ronnie, how have you grown up?" Fred said with a smile, but his tone sounded heavier than before.

"Yes, it's time for you to learn about the dangerous world of adults!" George responded with a smile on his face.

For some reason, Ron suddenly shuddered, feeling that something bad was about to happen to him.

"Ginny, help me!" Ron straightened his face and asked for help from his sister.

The Weasley twins love this sister the most. If only Ginny had spoken, Ron would have survived.

But Ginny covered her mouth and laughed softly, and naturally retreated to Harry's side:

"Fred, George, leave us alone, just pretend we don't exist!"

After listening to their sister's words, Fred and George laughed evilly again, and their hands became slightly stronger.

Mr. Weasley heard the noise of the children behind him, but he just glanced back and saw that it was his three sons fighting and stopped interfering.

So poor Ron... given his threatening language, he's probably going to need a good shake from his brothers.

Hermione glanced at the group of boys who were making noise speechlessly, and then decisively looked away:

"There are so many people here, why can they fight so unscrupulously? Why can't they be more mature?"

"Who knows?" Harley chuckled, "Maybe he is too energetic and has nowhere to vent."

"Just like the new ageless witch." Harley added silently in her heart, sighing about her glorious years.

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After returning to the camp, Mr. Weasley simply chose to be the hands-off shopkeeper and let the children stay in Sirius' tent.

As for himself, he wanted to have a few drinks with Sirius to celebrate the Irish team's big victory.

Bill and Charlie bumped into Mr. Weasley on their way back to the station and handed Mr. Weasley's fifteen galleons into his hands.

Mr. Weasley was very pleased with this. Although he did not press for more money at that time, for him, insurance was the most important thing.

Mr. Weasley doesn't like gambling!

After Bill and Charlie found the tent according to Sirius's guidance, the four people who placed bets immediately started the "spoils-sharing" operation, and everyone got their fair share.

This made Ron so envious that he almost drooled.

But he spent his pocket money on Klum's souvenir figurines and had no money to participate in gambling.

After dividing the money, it was not too late and the parents had not returned, so Ron took the rest of the Weasley family and started playing wizard chess with great interest.

Ginny pestered the two seniors and started discussing some interesting topics.

However, the little girl's interests are a bit biased. She doesn't like cosmetics and perfumes that are often discussed among girls. Instead, she prefers to study evil curses, such as bat spirit curses.

She also demonstrated this spell live, and its effect made Harry gasp in admiration:

"Ginny, your use of this spell is truly exquisite!"

Everyone was quarreling in the tent until after nine o'clock, almost ten o'clock, before Sirius and Mr. Weasley returned to the tent smelling of alcohol.

Harley glanced at the two of them with disgust and waved her wand.

Two bottles of potion flew out of Harry's pocket automatically and were poured directly on the heads of the two drunkards.

The potion gave off a strange sheen and quickly integrated into the bodies of Mr. Weasley and Sirius.

The smell of alcohol on their bodies was quickly driven away, and their consciousness began to become clearer.

"Oh, no, Harry!" Sirius couldn't help but wailed after realizing what had happened.

"You can't do this! The greatest joy of drinking firewhiskey is the warmth of the fire beating in the stomach and the ecstatic feeling after being drunk!"

"You're robbing us of what we've worked so hard for all night!"

"You call a night of drinking Firewhiskey a night of hard work?"

Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes, wanting to give his godfather a freezing spell to clear his mind again.

"Calculating the time, Senior Riddle and Peter Pettigrew will probably take action too."

Harry stopped paying attention to his godfather who was crying and howling on the spot, and looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist.

"They plan to shoot a Dark Mark into the sky... and then take advantage of the chaos to take away Barty Crouch Jr...."

Harley's ears twitched slightly and she heard noises coming from outside the tent.

"Has it started yet?"

A small snake slipped out from the tip of Harry's wand, carefully avoiding all obstacles along the ground, and arrived outside the tent.

Harley's eyes had a greenish glow, and the same thing happened to the little snake's eyes.

But something doesn't seem right.

Harley originally thought that after Senior Riddle fired the Dark Mark, there would be at most a panic in the camp, and there would be no other reactions.

But in fact, magic spells of various colors were flying around the camp, and the disheveled wizards were running away frantically towards the edge of the camp.

A group of wizards wearing black robes, hoods, and masks covering their entire bodies were rampaging through the camp.

They laughed crazily and cast spells wantonly.

There were four people floating above their heads. Those people were constantly struggling and twisted into various weird shapes.

It's as if these masked wizards on the ground are puppet masters, and the people above are marionettes.

Harry vaguely remembered that the person in the sky was the camp administrator, Mr. Roberts, a Muggle.

The woman next to her is probably his wife, and the two smaller figures are his children.

"What the hell?" Harley was confused. She checked Peter Pettigrew's memory last night, and there was no such plan in it!

In less than two minutes, the people in the tent also heard the noise outside, which was also mixed with the cries of men and women.

Mr. Weasley, who had completely sobered up from his drunken state, walked out of the tent to check the situation. After a moment, he immediately stepped back and shouted into the room:

"Children, there is an emergency! Someone is drunk and causing trouble...a riot to be precise!"

The sounds inside the tent fell silent for an instant, and Harley calmly canceled the extraordinary abilities outside the tent.

After a second or two, the room suddenly became noisier.

However, Sirius assisted Mr. Weasley to stop the children's noise:

"Bill, Charlie, Percy! You three, take your younger siblings, and Hermione, retreat to the woods at the edge of the camp!"

"It's safer there!"

"What about you and dad?" Bill asked loudly, "And Harley! You didn't mention Harley!"

"Oh," Sirius had already drawn out his wand, "let's go assist the Ministry of Magic and maintain order here."

"Harley can come with us."

"Are you kidding? Sirius!" Mr. Weasley said sternly,

"She is a child! A girl who is only fourteen years old!"

"This kind of riot is now our adults' business. Children should not be exposed to war!"

"Believe me, Harley has the strength." Sirius explained quickly,

"She can easily defeat me and Lupine on her own!"

"Even Dumbledore admits this and acknowledges Harley's strength!"

Mr. Weasley was stunned for a moment, and what he was going to say next was stuck in his throat.

Sirius is a comrade worthy of his support, and the one Sirius cares about most in the world is probably Harley.

He didn't believe that Sirius would lie in such a crucial place and harm Harry.

What's more... a great wizard like Professor Dumbledore also recognized Harry's strength, which was even more of a boost for Mr. Weasley.

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