The atmosphere in the hall was terrifyingly depressing, and the few Death Eaters who had just joined held their breath and dared not speak.

"You don't know who did it?"

After the mysterious man spoke, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Owner"

Voldemort raised his hand to stop Bella's speech, and continued, "It seems that someone is deliberately provoking me. Who do you think set the devil's flame?"

Who let it go, how would they know, maybe it was Lucius' enemy, and shouldn't this kind of thing be asked of the person involved?

Of course, the Death Eaters didn't dare to talk nonsense, and it had nothing to do with them anyway.

"The possibility of Scrimgeour is very high. He let people deliberately let out rumors, claiming that the fire of Malfoy Manor was because Lucius betrayed the master, so..."

"Scrimgeour is indeed a big problem, but it's unlikely that he did it." Voldemort didn't think it had anything to do with Scrimgeour.

"Master, this matter has nothing to do with the Order of the Phoenix, but I think Dumbledore might know something." Snape told the Dark Lord his opinion on the matter: "Dumbledore let me figure it out that night. Whether Lucius' wife and son are still alive, I feel like he probably guessed something."

"Oh, what a surprise." Voldemort asked, staring at Snape, "Severus, who do you think it is?"

"It's probably Albert Anderson's revenge." Snape said a name that surprised even the Death Eaters.

"You mean that **** Mudblood?"

"As far as I know." Snape also glanced at Bella, and continued, "Malfoy is offering him a reward, and it seems that his shop was ransacked by some people that night."

"How could he..."

"At the beginning, Lucius was when he got married..." Snape looked at Bella, who was gnashing his teeth, and reminded, "With that guy's character, he will definitely take revenge, I think this is likely to be done by him. Yeah, it's not hard for that guy to figure out how to use the Dark Mark."

There were dense whispers in the hall, and everyone suddenly realized that the Mudblood named Albert Anderson seemed to be their great enemy.

"Master, please leave this matter to me." Bella raised her hand high, "I have already thought of a complete way to deal with that mudblood."

"Oh." Voldemort looked sideways at Bella and said, "Have you figured out a way?"

"Yes master, that mudblood has a fatal weakness, we can target his weakness..."

Snape suddenly understood why Malfoy Manor was set on fire.

"The mudblood will be handed over to you. Kill him at any cost. Don't let me down again." Voldemort looked at Bella with anticipation, and finally agreed to hand over the task of killing the mudblood to her.

"Scrimgeour is more troublesome than I thought." Voldemort looked at Yaxley.

"Master, because of Burns last time, Scrimgeour takes his own safety very seriously. He is currently living in a safe house protected by the Brave Loyalty Charm. It is said that the secret is Dumbledore." Yax Reluctantly, Leigh introduced the current situation to the Dark Lord, "In addition to staying at the Ministry of Magic now, Scrimgeour has a bunch of Aurors by his side every time he travels."

"Can we try to control Scrimgeour's assistant and poison his drink?" someone suggested.

"No, Scrimgeour's diet is all handled by a house elf. It's not easy to kill him by poisoning him. You can only slowly infiltrate the Ministry of Magic." Yaxley also said when he heard the news. Very helpless, "I suggest to keep causing trouble for Scrimgeour, keep him busy, and become devastated, and there will definitely be flaws."

"Very well, let them act," Voldemort agreed with Yaxley's plan.

Looking at the group of people who were packing things, Cedric asked in surprise, "Are you planning to... suspend business?"

"Yes, it's the off-season next. Even if you open a store, you won't be able to make much money. It's better to concentrate on owl mail order."

"Because of the last incident?" Cedric guessed the reason.

"Continuing to open a store doesn't carry a high risk, so we simply suspend the store's business."

"What should I do if I run out of Defense Against the Dark Arts items in the store next door?" he asked with a frown.

"We will still provide the store with goods." Fred forced the packed cardboard box into his backpack and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Don't worry, we will give the goods to my dad in the future, and he will be responsible for handing them over to you." George patted Cedric on the shoulder and said, "By the way, this is a gift for you, Albert."

With that said, George stuffed Cedric with a bottle of French champagne.

"Albert is back?"

"This is a gift he sent back." George shrugged.

"That guy might be traveling the world with his wife now!" Fred said angrily.

"If you guys are very busy, come and help me pack the things on the shelf." Lee Jordan threw the box on the ground and couldn't help complaining to several people.

"Is it done outside?"

"How is that possible?" Lee Jordan couldn't help rolling his eyes and said, turning his head to Cedric, "Someone is looking for you next door."

"Then I'll go first, thank Albert for me." Cedric walked away with a smile.

"Why did you just..." Shanna asked in confusion.

"That's to protect Cedric's safety," Fred shrugged. "Sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing."

"I feel like you're talking about me." Shanna raised her eyebrows slightly, "Do I have to move there too?"

"Well, I suggest you move in together." A familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"Why are you always so elusive?"

"Well, I'm here to arrange Shanna's affairs." Albert said to Shanna, "Sorry, it was a bit unexpected for involving you."

"The Malfoys are looking for me, 10,000 Galleons is enough to make a lot of guys in the gray area lose their minds, I don't think it's difficult for them to figure out the relationship between this store and me, I think they will try to find me through my friends. ."

"So, you set their house on fire?"

"Do you have any evidence? Be careful I sue you for defamation!" Albert turned his attention to Shanna again: "If you don't like this job, there are still a lot of manuscripts on my side that need someone to help compile and organize, of course, the salary is not This is high, but it is better than safety.

"No, I actually like this job." Shanna shook her head.

"so be it!"

After solving Shanna's problem, Albert turned his attention to the Weasley brothers again.

"When you're done working here, take the time to contact Joko. Although the Ministry of Magic seems to be planning to arrange a patrol team in Hogsmeade, it may not be safe there."

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Several people drew out their wands to be vigilant.

Lee Jordan glanced at the Marauder's map and reminded, "It's Mr. Arthur. I guess he's here to find you."

"What about the Albertans?"

George found that Albert had disappeared from under their noses in the blink of an eye.

"do not know."

Fred pushed open the door and walked out, greeting the people outside, "Why are you here?"

"Your mother was worried when she found out about this." Arthur looked at his son, "You really don't plan to..."

"Don't worry about this, we will temporarily move to a safe house protected by the Brave Loyalty Charm, and we will only do owl mailing for a long time."

"We will let Dobby deliver the goods in the specialty store to his home, and then you will give it to Cedric." George added.

"Remember to take time to go home, don't let your mother worry."

"Albert is really good at calling people!"

"Come on, aren't you very happy to give yourself a break?" Lee Jordan wanted to go and kick this hypocritical guy a few times.

If possible, he would like to talk to Djoko himself, but the house-elves and Shanna alone can't do it. Those items that have just arrived in the safe house need to be sorted as soon as possible so that they can be shipped to the Owl mail-order students. .

"Why did Albert invite Joko to join?" Shanna asked in confusion.

"Someone has to stand in front!" George said meaningfully.

After changing into formal clothes, Fred and George left the safe house and directly Apparated to Hogsmeade.

Just after a light rain, the hot summer has quietly receded from Hogsmeade, and the weather has become cooler.

Fred and George walked towards the shop they were familiar with.

The owner of the Joko joke shop is sitting listlessly at the counter. Ever since the Weasley Brothers' "Happy House" opened and took all the business from the shop, he realized that the joke shop might not be able to go on.

"welcome"

Seeing someone entering the store, Zuko's eyes lit up, but when he looked up, he realized that the person who came in was actually the culprit that nearly closed his store, and his face turned gloomy.

"Why, what are the two of you coming to see me for?"

Joko suppressed the anger in his heart, but he couldn't help the yin and yang in his voice.

There was no way, in Zuko's eyes, the two **** in front of him were just here to find him unpleasant, and it would be **** to speak in a pleasant tone.

Fred and George looked at each other and didn't care about each other's strange tone. They said straight to the point, "We're here to invite you."

"Invitation?" Zuko looked strangely at the former customer.

"We're going to open a branch in Hogsmeade," said George.

"So, are you planning to turn my store into your branch?" Joko was stunned for a moment, and finally figured out what the other party was up to, and roared at the two of them angrily: "Go away, you are not welcome here, get out of here for me. go out."

"you sure?"

George looked at the gaffe Joko, and calmly reminded: "Your store has lost its core competitiveness, and it will close sooner or later..."

Before George could finish speaking, he saw a curse flying towards him, and he hurriedly turned his head to avoid it.

An angry Zuko glared at the group of villains in front of him. He had raised his wand and planned to use a curse to drive them out.

However, he soon found himself immobile.

"do not be angry."

"He will definitely be angry!"

"After we finish speaking, we will leave."

George reluctantly looked at the old acquaintance who was bound and cursed in place, and shook his head and said, "I have to remind you that the closure of this store is a normal competition, at least we didn't engage in those bad tricks like you did. , don't think what you did, we don't know."

"Think about it, at least we are willing to share this cake with you, which is already the greatest sincerity." George calmly explained the cruelest reality for Jokowi, "Of course, we don't mind waiting for your store. After closing down, buy your storefront, reopen a new branch, or find another storefront to open a branch, you will definitely have nothing by then.

George was actually reluctant to distribute the profits to others, but he felt that Albert might have other deep meanings in doing so.

"Think about it, and don't make it difficult for Garen." Fred patted Joko on the shoulder with a smile, and took out the wand in the other's hand and put it on the counter, lest the guy would turn his back on the counter after the spell was lifted. They chanted curses.

After the full-body restraint spell on Joko's body was touched, he immediately rushed to the counter, took his wand and pointed at the Weasley brothers who had disappeared at the door of the store, but he did not run over to attack them, because from the words of the other party, Joko realized that the other party actually knew about the tricks he used that were not on the table, and it was very sincere to be able to come and invite him.

It's just that this matter fell into Joko's eyes~www.mtlnovel.com~ is extremely hypocritical, but... Joko shook his throat, rushed out of the store, looked at the two who were walking away and shouted: "Wait, you."

"We don't know much about this either. Albert will talk to you in person at that time." George stopped and turned to Jokowi, "We just came over to tell you about this in advance."

"Win-win can only be achieved through cooperation."

Having said that, Fred and George walked towards the nearby Owl Post Office. They were going to talk to the owner of the Owl Post Office here about leasing owls.

"These bastards!"

Widodo slammed his fist on the door frame, looked at the backs of Fred and George leaving, and roared angrily. He knew very well in his heart that the joke shop could no longer be opened. After losing the product advantage, his shop would lose its core competitiveness. It would be a matter of time before he was eliminated. Otherwise, they would not want to try to suppress their shop by other means. .

The plan failed.

Jokowi is a smart man!

He didn't want to leave in despair and lose the Galleon he earned earlier.

Yes, there is no need not to be more difficult.

At least there is a decent ending.

Jokowi suddenly wanted to see each other a little.

What kind of guy was that young man named Albert Anderson?

Just when Joko returned to the store, he suddenly felt that there was something behind him.

When he turned around suddenly, he suddenly felt that his entire body was light and fluttering, and the worries of joking about the store closing down in his mind were swept away, leaving only a hazy, intangible joy.