Even if Mrs. Weasley disagreed with George and Fred's career, at this moment, she was like a child, staring blankly at the dazzling store in front of her——

The display window on the left is filled with a dizzying array of merchandise, including spins, blasters, flash cannons, bouncing balls, and scream sticks.

The display window on the right is covered with a huge poster, the government's usual purple, but decorated with flashing yellow letters:

Life is too short

come and be happy

Mrs. Weasley never seemed to be able to connect the brightly lit shop in front of her with the small workshops that George and Fred were tinkering with at the Burrow.

Supporting Mrs. Weasley in a blank space, everyone walked into the store under the leadership of Harry. It was so crowded with guests that Harry couldn't even get close to the shelves.

He looked around and saw the box closest to the ceiling: a flat snack box made at the end of last semester.

Harry found that the nosebleed marzipan was the most popular, and there was only one open box left on the shelf.

There are whole boxes of wands out there for pranks, the cheapest ones that turn into rubber chicks or two pairs of **** when they're swung.

The most expensive ones attack the head or neck of the unsuspecting user.

There are also many boxes of different kinds of quills, some you can refill yourself with ink, some automatically check spelling, and some can write stylish answers.

There was a place that was empty in the crowd, and Harry squeezed out of the crowd to the counter—

There was a group of 10-year-olds watching a wooden man slowly rise to the gallows, and the box read: Reusable Executioner—

Cast a spell on it and it will rock!

"Magic for daydreaming."

Ginny managed to squeeze past a large booth near the counter and read some materials behind a box containing a colorful painting of a handsome young man and an intoxicated girl standing on the deck of a pirate ship.

"With one simple spell you can have a high-quality, extremely realistic, thirty-minute daydream that fits in a regular school curriculum and isn't easily seen through, with effects including deadpan and drooling. No To anyone under sixteen. Look!" Ginny said, turning to Harry, "that's some special magic!"

"Of course, sister." Fred appeared suddenly, and said, "Come on, come on, Harry, I'm going to give you a special experience."

"A unique and unique experience." Fred smiled mysteriously.

Harry left Ginny, who was being attracted by the "reusable executioner", and followed Fred to the back of the joke shop--

There, Harry saw a deck of cards and rope tricks.

"Muggle magic tricks," Fred said gleefully, pointing at them. "For grotesque minds like Daddy, you know, Muggle-loving guys. It's not very profitable, but Business is relatively stable. They're great new things... oh, here comes George..."

Fred's twin brother actively shook hands with Harry.

"Take him on a tour? Come back and have a look, Harry, that's where we really make money... Treasures, you, and you're going to pay more than a gold Gallon!" George put his arms around Harry's shoulders, Then almost immediately he noticed a little boy who was drawing something with his pen: edible Dark Marks - they could make anyone uncomfortable!

"The stuff here is not free, you have to buy it when you touch it!" Fred said immediately, shoving the Dark Lord mark directly into the little boy's hand, "Especially this kind of food!"

After dealing with the little boy, George pushed back a curtain behind Muggle Trap, and Harry saw a darker but less crowded room.

The product is packaged, making the shelf look much neater.

"We tidied them up a little bit to make them look a little neater," Fred said. "More interesting too..."

"You don't know that there are so many people, and even most of the Magic Federation... people other than Tiera can't cast a decent shield spell." George complained.

"Actually...we also thought the protective cap was kind of ridiculous, you know, you wear it and pick your friend to cast magic on you, and then look at his expression when the magic bounces off. But maybe it's a war gimmick, the wizarding world The wizards of the past have come to us to order at least 500 pieces! We still have a large order in hand!" George said.

"Guess what, there are even a lot of foreigners who want to order these things from us." Fred added, "They've gone to great lengths to hide it, but the way they use their words and phrases still exposed them."

"Foreigners?" Harry asked in astonishment. "A member of the Magic Union?"

"I don't know," Fred said. "Of course, we talked to Bill about this."

"And then?" Harry asked.

"Bill and Tiera and Dumbledore said it," George said.

"Tiera said it could be sold, and hoped that we could open up foreign markets."

"Then we developed new varieties of protective cloaks, protective gloves, etc..."

"Of course they can't block Unforgivable spells, but they can mitigate other medium damage spells..."

"Now we feel like we've entered the world of anti-dark magic, and it's a good business to make money," George said frantically. "That's cool, isn't it? Look! It's quick-acting dark powder, and we're in Peru. Import this thing, it's handy when you run away."

"Our trap detonator is slipping off the shelf, look!" Fred pointed to some weird horn-like thing, which seemed to be slipping away in a hurry, "You just have to sneak it to the ground, It slips out of sight and makes a loud noise, so you can divert other people's attention."

"Do you all export these?" Harry asked ~lightnovelpub.net~ Are they exported to foreigners? "

"Of course not." George and Fred said in unison, "We only export protective hats for the time being..."

"And we pushed the order back a month..." George said with a strange face, "You know, it's during the war... We are afraid that our products will be used by those foreigners against us, but... …”

"But Tiera urged us to deliver as soon as possible," Fred said.

"Delivery as soon as possible?" Harry asked in surprise. "What does it mean to deliver as soon as possible?"

"It was literally, and Tiera said..." George said, "and he said..."

"Those foreigners can give whatever they want, these protective products can't protect their fragile hearts."

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