The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"I feel like I'm going crazy!"

Sirius threw aside the rag in his hand and sat down on the chair. They've been cleaning 12 Grimmauld Place for several days straight and it took a lot of effort to get rid of a lot of dust, cobwebs and mess.

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

Sometimes magic is not as practical as imagined, especially when dealing with a 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 them to spend a lot of money. strength to wipe slowly.

"Don't be lazy, Sirius, think about Harry, if you want to bring Harry to live with you at 12 Grimmauld Place, you have to clean it up." Lupin frowned at Sirius, who had no spirit. He had guessed that the other party's patience was running out. Most wizards were not good at household chores, and usually liked to use magic to solve problems.

"I'll give Harry a new home, but you've got to give me a break first!" Sirius poured himself a glass of butterbeer, took a sip, and changed the subject: "Did you return that Galleon to him? "

"Mr. Anderson has received the Merlin Order of Merlin 3rd class, I think he probably doesn't need me to cooperate with testing that spell anymore." Lupin said softly: "Also, from the beginning, I felt that he gave too much. "

"He just gave you the five thousand Galleons he got from me." Sirius drank the butterbeer from the glass, stared at the sneaky shadow outside the door, and closed the wooden door with his wand. , continued: "Of course, it is undeniable that that guy is very powerful and generous, and he was able to get himself a third-class Medal of Merlin when he was a minor. He is really an amazing guy. I think some guys will probably go crazy. Bar!"

"I heard that he also won the International Wizarding Chess Championship and the Magic School Potions Championship." Lupin was also very shocked when he first learned about these things, "That Mr. Anderson made me kind of see Dumbledore. The illusion of Professor Lido in his youth."

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

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

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

"Lily was in the same car as Snape, and I think James became interested in Lily around that time."

"Later, you also know that as long as Lily is around, James' smart head seems to rust?"

"Being stupid," Lupin added with a smile.

"Yes, that's it." Sirius has been thinking about the funny stories of 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 speaking, Sirius jumped to another topic.

"Then what kind of store do you think we should open better?" When talking about opening a store, Lupin frowned and asked, "Your personality is really suitable for opening a store, and opening a store can really make money, but you can't keep losing money?"

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

"Last time, when I wrote to Albert, I mentioned opening a store by the way, and he gave me two suggestions." Lupin said suddenly.

"What advice?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Open a gourmet shop in Hogsmeade and sell it to Hogwarts students, provided you are interested in all kinds of food, drink and sweets, or have a famous house-elf who is good at this." Lupin smiled wryly. : "He thinks it should give us a lot of money,

There's a way to help us with most of the problems, but it's busy at night. "

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

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

"The second way is to publish a magazine, publish a magazine that is suitable for Hogwarts students to buy." Lupin continued: "And build a radio station of your own. He didn't say the specific plan, but Anderson said that we may in the future. You need this thing to spread your voice."

"What do you mean?" Sirius felt that there was something else in the words.

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

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

To be honest, Sirius didn't like either proposal, but if the two wanted to open a shop, he would undoubtedly need to make some compromises and get his old buddy a decent job.

Lupin shook his head and said nothing. He didn't think Sirius could do these jobs, his old buddy at most wanted to give him some money to open a shop for him, that's all.

"We can talk to him again then," said Sirius. "Mr. Anderson has no prejudice against you."

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

"It's Harry's letter." Sirius recognized Harry's Hedwig at a glance, and has been writing letters every few days recently.

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

"Harry asked me when I was going to pick him up and said the Weasleys invited him to the Quidditch World Cup."

Sirius looked at the surrounding environment, sighed softly, and said to himself: "I suddenly feel that I am very incompetent as a godfather."

"Don't say that, you're just not used to your role." Lupin comforted softly.

"No, I screwed everything up." Sirius was a little discouraged, "I should find a way to get a few tickets to the Quidditch World Cup first, I need two, three, or five, and invites Harry's friend, I haven't thanked Crookshanks properly yet."

"Mr. Anderson said he didn't need it. He mentioned this in his letter to me. A friend gave him several tickets to 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, determine how many tickets you need first, and then go get tickets for the Quidditch World Cup." Sirius looked at Lupin and said, "We can go to the World Cup ahead of time, anyway, it's still a long time before the full moon, don't refuse. Otherwise, I'm embarrassed to ask you to help me clean this house together."

"Okay." Lupin hesitated for a moment, only to accept Black's kindness.

...

"How's the Ministry of Magic recruiting?" Mrs Weasley looked at her son expectantly.

"Very successful, I have entered the Department of International Magical Cooperation 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 who are willing to recruit him. Percy finally chose to trust Albert's judgment and enter the Ministry of Magic's International Magic Cooperation Department.

Of course, Percy didn't make the choice blindly, but Barty Crouch, director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, is a very capable person who likes to be factual. big.

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

"It's very nice." Mrs. Weasley was satisfied.

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

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

"If only you two could save me a snack like Percy did."

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

"What's so good about working at the Ministry of Magic," Fred said with a disdainful grin. "Albert didn't want to go to the Ministry of Magic."

"He's him and you're you," said Mrs Weasley annoyed.

"He's a genius, a master of prophecy, and he sees things better than anyone else. If the Ministry of Magic is so good, why doesn't Albert want to go to the Ministry of Magic?" Fred retorted, "George and I don't want to work in the Ministry of Magic, we don't want to The rest of my life is going to be a boring office."

"Don't talk back." Weasley akimbo.

"Actually, many people say that if Albert enters the Ministry of Magic after graduation, he will be able to become Minister of Magic in ten years at most." George suddenly said, "But he just doesn't want to enter the Ministry of Magic, and even predicted that the Ministry of Magic will be in a few years. Years will fall.

"Who predicted the fall of the Ministry of Magic?" Ginny just came downstairs and asked Mrs Weasley, "When will Charlie and Bill be back?"

"They wrote back, probably until August." After Mrs. Weasley finished speaking, she turned to look at Fred and George and asked, "If you don't go to 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's our dream. We decided a long time ago to open a joke shop after graduation. You and Dad don't have to worry about us."

"Are you trying to piss me off?" Mrs Weasley shouted.

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

"I would like to see how you plan to open the shop." Mrs. Weasley walked away angrily.

"Don't worry, when we make money, Mom will naturally object." Fred noticed Ginny's eyes and shrugged, "In Albert's words, use facts and Galleon to make you To shut up."

"It's a very realistic thing. Mom just thinks that the Ministry of Magic's job is more stable." George laughed at himself, "If it could be better, who would refuse? What's more, the Ministry of Magic is about to collapse. "

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

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

"Can he really predict?" Ginny had heard the rumor too.

"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. Bet with us at that time will definitely make a lot of money." Fred said with a grin.

"Remember to take me with you then," said Ron to the twins as he came downstairs.

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

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

"No, no, gamble!" said Mrs. Weasley, word by word.

"This isn't a gamble, it's a sure-fire deal," Ron muttered.

"What did you say?"

Mrs. Weasley glared at her son, none of them giving him peace of mind.

"It's nothing, by the way, Mom, Harry wrote to me just now, and he seems to be in some trouble." Ron quickly changed the subject, betting that Fred and George would just take them with him when the time came.

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

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

"Oh, no problem, I'll help Harry prepare some mince tonight." Mrs Weasley went back to the kitchen to fix the food in the pot.

"lose weight?"

Fred and George's expressions were strange: "Albert always wants to lose weight for his cat, and the result is more and more fat."

"Tom is very cute." Ginny touched Tom too. She looked up at Fred and George and asked, "By the way, when are you going to open a shop, it will definitely require a sum of money."

"No, they've got a lot of money to open a shop," said Ron sourly. "Harry told me that Albert gave them 10% of the Galleons he got from Black."

"One percent... how much?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Five hundred Galleons."

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

"Five hundred Galleons 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 muttered, "Why did Black give Albert five thousand Galleons."

"Why is it impossible, Albert has been eyeing Blake for a long time, 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 unreasonable places, so when Black broke into Hogwarts, we did not attack him."

"You mean Blake broke into Hogwarts on Halloween and he realized it," Percy asked in disbelief.

"Of course, Albert is a prophet, and it's easy to predict when Sirius Black will appear." Fred said proudly, "Black is just a money bag in his eyes. "

"Later, Albert made an agreement with someone to help Black restore his reputation, and Black paid a Galleon as a reward." George said as a matter of course, "Otherwise, you really think that 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 Galleons, and she gave it as she said.

"I'll leave my dress to you." Ron asked.

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

"He's been really nice to you guys," said Ron enviously.

"Albert calls it "Garon and everyone earns it together, and this stuff can never be earned."

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

"I'm not sure about that, maybe Harry will go to the game with his godfather Sirius," said Ron, "I think it's more likely that Harry will go to the game with his godfather, he said two times. Contact me again."

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked again, her relationship with Hermione was not bad.

"I don't know." Ron shook his head. "Harry said that Hermione might be invited to come with me. They seem to be planning to watch more than one game."

"It's great, if you spend most of the summer watching games, that's great," Fred and George said.

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

"I have successfully entered the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation." Percy said absently, "I have about a month to familiarize myself with the work of the Ministry of Magic, and then I can officially go to work."

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

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

"Oh, open a shop?" Mr. Weasley was suddenly silent. He couldn't help his son.

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

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

"Last time Blake successfully restored his reputation, it was Albert's help." Ron briefly said the whole thing again, and Mr. Weasley's face froze completely, his mouth grew, and he didn't know what to say.

"You have grown up." Mr. Weasley said with a complicated expression. "Since Albert is optimistic about you and is willing to help you, I will not say anything. I will help you persuade her on your mother's side."

"I agree." Mrs. Weasley was still angry. "Even if I don't agree, what can I do? You all have hardened wings and you can fly by yourself."

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

"By the way, Dad, why didn't the newspapers report that Albert was awarded the Third Class Medal of the Order of Merlin?" Fred suddenly remembered something while he was eating and couldn't help asking, "Also, the Ministry of Magic sent The 3rd Class Merlin that went to him is still gilded."

"What gilded?" Ron asked curiously.

"Medal, Albert wrote to us two days ago to mention this." George added, "I remember last time he also complained that the gold cauldron was gilded."

"This, I don't really know." Mr. Weasley was a little embarrassed. He had heard of this. It seemed that Fudge deliberately suppressed the news of Albert's award, because some pure bloods did not want everyone Knowing that an underage wizard was actually awarded the Order of Merlin 3rd Class.

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

To be honest, Mr. Weasley was equally astonished when he inadvertently learned the news from someone else.

"I don't think it's unreasonable that Albert hates the Ministry of Magic," Fred said. "I remember the Ministry of Magic withholding some of his teenage awards last time."

"The Wizengamore UK Youth Representation Award," said George.

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

"Who said that?" Of course Mr Weasley knew what it meant to represent the British youth at Wizengamore.

"Albert's friends in Wizengamore told him, and we've all seen it."

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