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At least not yet?The tattoo artist glanced at him with a strange smile, "I see, there is no need for exaggerated ones, there is an invisible tattoo that may meet your requirements." He stretched out his left palm, which had nothing on it. "Look good." Holding the wand in his right hand, he read softly, "Clear water is like a spring." As the water flowed down, an English name, Helen Bocardi, gradually appeared on his palm.

"My first love, I tattooed her on my palm, but she got married later." He said with a little melancholy, "First love is the most beautiful, but also the hardest to stay with. It is only suitable for nostalgia rather than possession. Otherwise you'll find that she's just like any other woman."

"Show me your scars," he said again.

Nancy and Fred held out the backs of their hands together.He looked at it twice and said, "After the tattoo is done, your scars will no longer be visible. It will be the same as the original skin, but it will show up when it encounters water."

"That's what we need," Nancy said. "What do you think?" She looked back at Fred.

"Of course." Fred nodded in agreement.

"Looks like it passed unanimously, very good." Satisfied with the deal, the tattoo artist seated them on a pair of dark blue leather couches. "Then, now is the time to pick a pattern that you really want, that will last you forever and you won't regret it. Once you get it, keep it and enjoy it every day."

Nancy began to turn her head to look at the drawings on the walls again.

"Oh, not these, I have a better one, or I can redesign one according to your description." The tattoo artist took out one album after another from the low cabinet, "You can refer to this, and if you like it, you can directly pattern."

"What about the cost?" Fred remembered the most important issue and didn't talk about it.

"It doesn't have any effect, it is charged according to the size, like the back of your hand, you only need one Galleon." The tattoo artist said.

"What doesn't work?" Fred asked. "Then what does what works?"

"There are too many. Some can know the weather changes of the next day. For example, the rainy and sunny series. Some can change the color at will, you know, to bring a sense of freshness. And you can know the other party's state according to the change of the tattoo. If If the color fades, it's injured, if it disappears completely, the person is dead. This is also very useful. My dad once had a client who had dozens of his enemies tattooed on his thigh, looking at the patterns representing them Disappearing one by one is also a different kind of enjoyment."

Dozens of enemies?Nancy secretly rolled her eyes.

"I want this!" Fred made a decisive choice.He glanced at Nancy, and said with a concealed smile, "I'll tattoo you on my hand, so that if you are in danger, I will know in time to save you. Of course, you will not be in danger."

Nancy felt a little hot on her face.She thought for a while, "Then, let me do the same!"

Fred looked back at her with some surprise, "You don't have to..."

"That's it, what should I tattoo? A name or a pattern?" Nancy pinned one side of her hair behind her ear and continued to look through the picture album in her hand.

"Or how about this?" The tattoo artist has already drawn the pattern on the paper very quickly.Two cartoon heads, a boy with flamboyant red hair and a girl with long black hair.Although they are cartoons, they are so vivid that you can tell they are them at a glance.

"That's fine..." Nancy took over.Better than Wen's name, Wen's name is like branding something in my heart.

"That's it." Seeing that she agreed, Fred also agreed.

The tattoo artist immediately got up to get things ready.

"Will it hurt?" Nancy suddenly remembered an important question.

"It's up to you then?" The tattoo artist walked over to the low cabinet and mixed some colors from metal cans into a glass bottle with a nozzle. "Our pain is graded, the more expensive the less painful. But I don't actually recommend this kind of thing. Because it makes you think it's too easy to get a tattoo. You end up like me! And, pain is actually a A sense of ritual, let you know that your tattoo is on your body at that moment."

"That's normal, then!" Nancy replied.

"Are you sure?" Fred turned his head to her. "Don't save me money, you have no idea how much George and I made this term."

"No, I'll pay for it myself," said Nancy.

"No, then I will lose the meaning of making money." Fred glanced at her and said seriously.

Nancy felt her face heat up again.Just when she didn't know how to respond, the tattoo artist giggled. "You guys remind me of my teenage years, yeah, that's how it all came about. I've even done all the errands around the house to get her a decent present and a date. Just to bargain with the boss and buckle some bucks .”

He came over with the prepared paint, "Later, when I had some money and could buy her things she liked, she would have belonged to someone else. This is how life is, going round and round, and in the end you are still a People." He held up his wand. "Ready? Who's first?"

Fred gave Nancy a quick look and said, "Me first."

The tattoo artist first sprayed some liquid on the back of his hand, "Is it cold, it's actually not unbearable." Then with a wave of the wand, the pattern on the parchment slowly floated up and landed on the back of his hand. "Now is the coloring session." He picked up a glass bottle, opened the lid and poured out all the powder contained in it, and the colors were separated automatically.Fred shuddered and gritted his teeth.

"5 minutes." The tattoo artist looked at him with a smile.

"You'd better choose the painless one, it's hard to bear." Fred straightened his back and said to Nancy.

"Don't scare me." Nancy looked at him with a drum in her heart.

"Really, it hurts." Fred glanced at the back of his hand, the colors were filling in like invisible hands.

"Does it hurt more than Umbridge?" Nancy asked, looking at him impatiently.

"It hurts so much more than that," Fred gasped.

"Really or not." Nancy was very surprised.I started to think about what would happen if she didn't get tattoos at this time. "Come on!" She held out her hand.Now that he has tattoos, she can't back down.

The tattooist smiled again, and started to do the same.

Nancy kept frowning slightly.Until the color starts to seep into the back of the hand.It hurts, but not unbearable.She took a look at Fred and realized that he had long since lost that painful look. "You lied to me?"

Fred grinned, "I really feel the pain, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Nancy turned her gaze back to the back of her hand, "If you can bear it, I can bear it."

"Brave Slytherin!" Fred gave her a thumbs up with a smile on his face.

"Cunning Gryffindor!" Nancy imitated him and put her arms on the armrest of the sofa, finding a comfortable position.

Second by second, they watched as the colors on the back of their hands were slowly absorbed by the pattern.Emerging more and more clearly is a smiling head portrait representing the other party.

"Let me see." The tattoo artist picked up the backs of their hands to confirm each. "Then, there's only one last step left." With his wand, he drew an intricate golden totem in the air, pulling it down on the back of their hands.Nancy suddenly felt her heart tremble slightly, as if she was involved with something.She couldn't help turning her head to look at Fred, who also had the same expression.

"That's it." The tattoo artist looked like he was done.

Nancy looked down as the little red-haired figure slowly faded and disappeared on the back of her hand.The scar also disappeared.After coming out of the tattoo shop, the sky was already a little dark.

"Li said that there is a very famous restaurant here, which has been passed down from four generations of the family. There are some seasonal specialties, such as shark steak and sea bass pate with French fries." Fred stretched his waist. He sat very stiff while touching his hands.

"Let's go back to eat! Have you reported it? They will be worried about us?" Nancy said with some concern.

"Still need to report?" Fred looked back at her in surprise. "Isn't the result of the report directly dismissed? George and I have always waited for the incident to happen before considering whether to confess."

"If Severus came today..." Nancy said slowly, frowning.

Fred's expression froze, "Are you serious? Didn't he just come here this morning?"

"Well, he said he'd come and see me if things were over soon," Nancy replied.

Fred turned to look at her, his mind full of confusion.If they had dinner here, he could spend a little longer with her.But the result might be hit by Snape until he spit out the fish.If they weren't here for dinner, they could have stayed with her a while back, but there would be too many light bulbs!

"Let's go back," Nancy looked at him with a smile, "I'm still waiting to see you drink from the fountain!"

Fred certainly wouldn't drink from the fountain.Every day at five o'clock in the afternoon, the fountains all disappear.Only to reappear the next morning.But the exit is indeed here.In place of the Witch's Fountain stood a flowery arch.It's dark.

"Come on." Fred held out his hand to Nancy.Pull her into the archway.The scene changed and they were standing next to the fisherman statue.There are some sporadic pedestrians on the road, walking in a hurry, all rushing home.

"Do you mind if I take you to Apparate?" Fred smiled, "Don't worry, I have good grades, and I won't make you lose an arm or a leg."

Just as Nancy held out his hand to him, he added with a smirk, "If it really falls off, I'll help you find it." Then he held her hand without waiting for her to repent.After a breathless squeeze, they returned to Grimmauld Place.

Nancy fought back her disapparating reaction and said, "Yeah, it looks like they're all there."

"I said my grades are very good!" Fred smiled cheerfully.He didn't let go of her hand.