"I feel like I'm driving crazy!"

Sirius threw aside the rag in his hand and sat down on the chair. They have been cleaning 12 Grimmauld Place for several days, and it took a lot of effort to clean up a lot of dust, cobwebs and messy debris.

However, even one room has not been completely cleaned up until now, and it is not easy to clean it up so that people can live in it.

Sometimes magic is not as practical as imagined, especially when dealing with this house that has not been cleaned for more than ten years. Even if you command a rag to wipe it carefully, it is difficult to completely wipe things clean. Many stubborn molds require a lot of money. Wipe slowly with his strength.

"Don't be lazy about Sirius, think about Harry. If you want to bring Harry to live with 12 Grimmauld Place, you have to clean it up." Lupin frowned and looked at the spiritless Sirius. He had guessed that the other party's patience was running out. Most wizards were not good at handling housework, and usually liked to use magic to solve problems.

"I'll give Harry a new home, but you have to let me rest first!" Sirius poured himself a glass of Butterbeer, took a big sip, and changed the subject and asked: "Did you return the Gallon? "

"Mr. Anderson has already received the Merlin Medal III. I think he probably no longer needs me to test that spell anymore." Lupin said softly, "Also, from the beginning, I felt that he had given too much. "

"He just gave you the five thousand gallons he got from me." Sirius drank the Butterbeer in his glass, stared at the sneaky shadow outside, and closed the wooden door with his wand. , Continue to say: "Of course, it is undeniable that that guy is very powerful and generous. He was able to get himself the Merlin Class III Medal when he was a minor. It's such an amazing guy. I think some guys will probably be thunderous. Right!"

"I heard that he has also won the International Wizard Chess Championship and the Championship of the Magic School Potions Championship." Lupin was shocked when he first learned of these things. "That Mr. Anderson gave me a way to see Dumbledore. Professor Lido's illusion when he was young."

"Tell me about Harry. Was the smart little girl with him his girlfriend the last time?" Sirius was obviously more interested in his godson.

"No, Harry and Hermione should be just good friends." Lupin reminded helplessly: "Besides, how old they are."

"I remember that James began to like Lily when he was very young." Sirius recalled: "I remember being on the train. Well, you probably don't know. We were in the same car at the time. Later, James There were some unpleasant conflicts with Snape."

"Lily is in the same compartment as Snape. I think James started to be interested in Lily at that time."

"Later, you also know that as long as Lily is nearby, James's clever head seems to rust?"

"Become stupid." Lupin added with a smile.

"Yes, that's it." Sirius has always missed the funny stories of his old friends recently. "The two of them are still young. Maybe when they grow up, they may be together."

"Maybe."

"By the way, how are you thinking about opening a store?" While talking, Sirius jumped to another topic.

"Then what store do you think we should open?" Lupin frowned when he asked about opening a store. "Your personality is really suitable for opening a store, and opening a store can really make money. Can't you always lose money?"

"Tell me what you think!" Sirius said indifferently.

"Last time, when I wrote a letter to Albert, I mentioned opening a store incidentally. He gave me two suggestions." Lupin said suddenly.

"What advice?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Open a gourmet shop in Hogsmeade, which is sold exclusively to Hogwarts students, provided that you are interested in a variety of food, beverages and sweets, or are well-known house elves who are good at this." Lupin smiled bitterly. : "He thinks this should be able to make a fortune for us, and there is a way to help us solve most of the problems, but it will be busy at night."

"What's the second suggestion?" Sirius asked, frowning. To be honest, he has no talent for cooking.

At least, Sirius hasn't used the kitchen for a long time.

"The second way is to publish a magazine, and publish a magazine that is suitable for Hogwarts students to buy." Lupin continued: "And to establish a radio station of his own, he did not say the specific plan, but Anderson said that we may in the future You need to use this thing to spread your voice."

"What do you mean?" Sirius felt that there were other meanings in these words.

"I don't know." Lupin shook his head.

"Then which one do you think is more appropriate." Sirius asked.

To be honest, Sirius didn't like these two proposals, but if the two wanted to open a shop, he would undoubtedly need to make some compromises to help his old buddy get a suitable job.

Lupin shook his head and said nothing. He didn't think Sirius could do these jobs. At most, his old buddy wanted to spend a sum of money to help him open a shop, nothing more.

"At that time we can talk to him again." Sirius said: "Mr. Anderson has no prejudice against you."

At this time, a snow-white owl flew in from the window.

"It's a letter from Harry." Sirius recognized Harry's Hedwig at a glance, and he has been contacting him every few days recently.

"What's in the letter?" Lupin asked.

"Harry asked me when to pick him up, and said that the Weasleys invited him to the Quidditch World Cup."

Sirius looked at the surroundings, sighed softly, and muttered to himself: "I suddenly felt that my godfather was very incompetent."

"Don't say that, you just haven't gotten used to your role yet." Lupin comforted softly.

"No, I messed up everything." Sirius was discouraged. "I should find a way to get a few tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. I need two, three, or five tickets, and an invitation. Harry's friend, I haven't really thanked Crookshanks."

"Mr. Anderson said he doesn't need it anymore. He mentioned it in his letter to me. A friend gave him several tickets for the Quidditch World Cup." Lupin thought of something and suddenly said: "He seems to have guessed me. I'm helping you clean, so let me tell you."

"Forget it, make sure you need a few, and then go get tickets for the Quidditch World Cup." Sirius looked at Lupin and said: "We can go to the World Cup in advance. Anyway, there is still a long time before the full moon. Don't refuse. , Otherwise I'm ashamed to ask you to help me clean this house."

"Okay." Lupin hesitated for a moment, but could only accept Blake's kindness.

"How about the Ministry of Magic recruitment?" Mrs. Weasley looked at her son expectantly.

"Very successful. I have entered the International Magic Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic and have been appreciated by Mr. Crouch." Percy proudly announced the good news to everyone.

With his beautiful resume, there are many departments in the Ministry of Magic willing to recruit him. In the end, Percy chose to believe Albert's judgment and enter the Ministry of Magic's International Magic Cooperation Department.

Of course, Percy did not make a blind choice, but Barty Crouch, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, is a very capable and likes to be a factual person. Compared with such a person, he has the chance of promotion. Big.

It turns out that Crouch quickly looked at his resume and chose himself to be his assistant, even though he couldn't even remember his name.

"It's great." Mrs. Weasley was satisfied.

"Oh, congratulations, Percy, the boring office life will always be with you." Fred and George slapped Percy on the shoulder to congratulate them.

"Shut up and go away." Percy said impatiently.

"It would be great if you two can save me snacks like Percy did."

Mrs. Weasley glared dissatisfiedly at her son who didn't let him worry about. Fred and George's O.W.Ls results disappointed her, each of them only passed five subjects, and they were still very reluctant.

"What's so good about working in the Ministry of Magic," Fred pouted disdainfully: "Albert didn't want to join the Ministry."

"He is him and you are you." Mrs. Weasley said angrily.

"He is a genius and a master of prophecy. He is more accurate than anyone else. If the Ministry is so good, why doesn't Albert want to join the Ministry?" Fred retorted, "George and I don't want to work in the Ministry. The rest of my life will have to face a boring office."

"Don't talk back." Weasley said with his hips akimbo.

"Actually, many people say that if Albert enters the Ministry of Magic after graduation, he will be able to become Minister of Magic within ten years at most." George said suddenly, "but he just doesn't want to enter the Ministry of Magic. It will fall in the next year.

"Who predicted that the Ministry of Magic would fall?" Ginny just came down from the stairs, looking at Mrs. Weasley and asked: "When will Charlie and Bill come back?"

"They wrote back, probably until August." After Mrs. Weasley finished speaking, she turned her head and asked Fred and George, "If you don't work at the Ministry of Magic, what are you going to do in the future?"

"We want to open a joke shop." Fred and George said in unison. "That is our dream. We decided to open a joke shop after graduation a long time ago. You and Dad don't have to worry about us."

"Are you trying to **** me off?" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

"What's wrong with opening a shop?" Fred and George complained dissatisfiedly. "We have our own ideals, our own wishes, and the life we want. We don't want to go to the Ministry of Magic, or live that boring life, our life. It's up to us to decide."

"I want to see how you plan to open a shop." Mrs. Weasley walked away angrily.

"Don't worry, when we make money, mother will naturally oppose it." Fred noticed Ginny's gaze and shrugged. Shut up."

"This is a very realistic thing. Mom just thinks more rigidly and thinks that the Ministry of Magic's job is more stable." George laughed to himself, "If you can live better, who will refuse? What's more, the Ministry is about to collapse. "

"Who made the prediction of the Ministry of Magic's downfall?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Of course it's Albert." Fred and George said in unison.

"Does he really predict?" Ginny had also heard this rumor.

"Of course, if you want to make money, this Quidditch World Cup is a good opportunity. Albert promised to help predict the outcome of the last game. By that time, betting with us will definitely make a lot of money." Fred Said with a grin.

"Remember to bring me when the time comes." Ron Cong also came downstairs and said to the twins.

"No gambling." Mrs. Weasley looked at her sons angrily.

"Mom, this is a good opportunity to make a fortune. Albert has never lost a bet." Ron complained. "You don't know how many Gallons Fred and George made with him."

"No, no, bet, bo!" Mrs. Weasley said word by word.

"This is not a gambling, this is a stable and uncompensable business," Ron muttered.

"What are you talking about?"

Mrs. Weasley glared at her son, not letting him worry about each one.

"It's nothing, by the way, mom. Harry wrote to me just now. He seems to be in trouble." Ron quickly changed the subject and let Fred and George take him with him when the betting problem comes.

"What's the problem." Mrs. Weasley was successfully distracted.

"Well, Uncle Harry's son seems to be losing weight, so he plans to go on a diet for the whole family. Can you help Harry prepare some food so that he won't be hungry."

"Oh, no problem. I'll help Harry prepare some meat tonight." Mrs. Weasley returned to the kitchen to take photos of the food in the pot.

"Lose weight?"

Fred and George's expressions are strange: "Albert always wants to lose weight for his cat, but the more he loses weight, the fatter he gets."

"Tom is very cute." Ginny also touched Tom. She looked up at Fred and George and asked, "By the way, when do you plan to open the shop, it will definitely require a certain amount of money."

"No, they already have a lot of money to open a shop." Ron said sourly. "Harry mentioned to me that Albert gave them 10% of the Gallon he got from Black."

"10%...how many?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Five hundred gallons."

"You say it again, how much?" Percy's eyes were almost bulging.

"Five hundred gallons, per person," George said. "So, we don't have to worry about opening a store at all."

"How is it possible, how is it possible," Percy murmured, "Why would Black give Albert five thousand gallons."

"Why it's not possible? Albert has been eyeing Black a long time ago, and he was going to take us to catch him for a bounty." George glanced at Mrs. Weasley who was eavesdropping in the corner, and continued: " Later, after investigation, we found a lot of irrationality, so we didn't attack Black when he broke into Hogwarts."

"You mean that Black broke into Hogwarts on Halloween and he realized it." Percy asked incredulously.

"Of course, Albert is a prophet. It couldn't be easier to predict when Sirius Black will appear." Fred said triumphantly. "Blake is nothing but a pocketbook in his eyes. "

"Later, Albert did not know who made an agreement to help Black restore his reputation, and Black paid a gallon as a reward." George said naturally, "Otherwise, you really think why Sirius can restore his reputation so smoothly. ?"

"So, are you all rich now?" Ginny was also shocked by Albert's generosity, which was a thousand gallons and gave it away.

"My gown is up to you," Ron asked.

"We want to buy you a new set, but those Galleons are all in Albert's vault, and that money will be used as the start-up capital for the joke shop in the future." George shrugged, and I can't help it. "You can bet with us in the Quidditch World Cup finals. It's not easy to earn a dress."

"He is so kind to you." Ron said enviously.

"Albert called this to have Garon everyone earning together, and Garon will never end up earning this stuff."

"By the way, Ron, did you invite Harry to the game?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not sure about this. Maybe Harry will go to the game with his godfather Sirius." Ron said, "I think Harry will go to the game with his godfather more likely. He said two Contact me again tomorrow."

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked again, her relationship with Hermione was pretty good.

"I don't know." Ron shook his head. "Harry said he might invite Hermione with me. They seem to plan to watch more than one game."

"Awesome, it would be great if you watched the game most of the summer vacation." Fred and George said.

"Percy, how's your job application going?" Just then, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Mr. Weasley came in with a briefcase.

"I have successfully entered the International Magic Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic." Percy said absently: "I have about a month to get familiar with the work of the Ministry, and then I can officially go to work."

"That's great." Mr. Weasley was really happy for his son.

"Dad, Fred and I don't want to work at the Ministry of Magic. We plan to open a joke shop after graduation." George said suddenly.

"Oh, do you want to open a shop?" Mr. Weasley was silent suddenly, he couldn't help his son.

"Don't worry about the money, we are ready." George knew the reason for his father's silence and continued, "I hope you can help us persuade mom."

"Oh." Mr. Weasley was silent for a long time before suddenly asking, "Where did you get the money."

"The last time Black succeeded in regaining his reputation was Albert's help." Ron simply said the whole thing. The expression on Mr. Weasley's face was completely frozen, his mouth grew, and he didn't know what to say.

"You have grown up." Mr. Weasley said with a complex expression, "Since Albert is optimistic about you and is willing to help you, I won't say anything, your mother will help you to convince her."

"I agree. UU reading www.uuknshu.com" Mrs. Weasley is still very angry, "Even if I don't agree, what can I do? You all have stiff wings, and you can fly by yourself."

"No, in Albert's words, it means economic independence, and the whole person is also independent." George couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Albert gave the method really worked.

"By the way, Dad, why didn't the newspaper report that Albert was awarded the Merlin Class III Medal?" Fred was eating, suddenly remembering something and asking, "Moreover, from the Ministry of Magic. The Sir Merlin Grade III Medal that I gave him is still gilded."

"What gilded one?" Ron asked curiously.

"Medals, Albert wrote to us about this two days ago." George added, "I remember he told me that the gold crucible was gilded last time."

"I'm actually not quite sure about this." Mr. Weasley was a little embarrassed. He had heard of this, as if Fudge deliberately suppressed the news of Albert's award, because some pure blood didn't want everyone Knowing that an underage wizard actually won the Merlin Class III Medal.

In their words, it is a kind of protection for minor wizards.

To be honest, Mr. Weasley was equally surprised when he inadvertently learned the news from others.

"I don't think it's unreasonable for Albert to hate the Ministry of Magic," Fred said. "I remember that the Ministry of Magic deducted his youth award last time and didn't give him."

"The Wiesengamo British Youth Representative Award." George said.

"Yes, that's it." Fred said.

"Who said that?" Of course Mr. Weasley knew what Wizengamore's British youth representative meant.

"Albert's friends in Wiesengamo told him, and we have all read the letter."

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