Chapter 481 Holiday Is Over

"Pfft...hahahaha..."

At the dinner table, Adams was very happy while suppressing his laughter.

He pointed at William, overjoyed, "You actually set off fireworks with them... and you even tried to make all kinds of ugly fireworks..."

"Laugh if you want to, don't hold it in..."

William rolled his eyes and dealt with the potato seriously.

Is it his fault for setting off fireworks?

Not to mention that yesterday or today's early morning was indeed a day worthy of celebration. How many people could bear to see such beautiful fireworks exploding in the sky with incomparable brilliance?

Not to mention that there are transformation techniques demonstrated by Karkaroff himself. Who can resist trying it himself?

You know, the time from when the fireworks fly into the sky to when they explode is so short. You need to conceive the pattern, adjust the spell, and dance the wand accurately. Only by completing these can you have the basis for modifying the fireworks pattern. Just getting started is enough. A huge part of the wizard is stuck.

Karkaroff himself was still sparing no effort to show off his transformation skills without any disguise, but William still saw them all clearly. In this case, if he didn't set off fireworks and tried it by himself, it would be because his brain was injured by some magical creature. How could you give up the opportunity to learn on your own?

"Hey, by the way, Professor McGonagall didn't criticize you after catching you so angry in the middle of the night?"

Adams was full of gossip and prepared to probe the question to the end.

"That's not true. She even gave me a little salary increase..."

William shrugged his shoulders, but his expression was not very happy.

"Salary increase?"

Adams was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered that William rushed into the Gryffindor lounge to save people, "But why are you so unhappy - is it because of the two children who were criticized in the notice?"

"They were only punished to wipe the toilet for three days - is it any wonder that the frequency is low this year?"

William glanced at Adams, "I'm sorry. If Professor McGonagall had come half an hour later, I might have been able to completely master the technique of performing the transformation technique on fireworks. If I practice alone now, I'm afraid it will take a week to figure it out. Already…”

"Ah..." Adams shook his head in an exaggerated tone, "Those children are so unlucky to have met a professor who doesn't take the blame for them..."

"Put it down..." William cut off a small piece of fish fillet, "If we weren't here, they would have been here for not just three days but seven days."

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In fact, what Adams said was wrong. At this moment, the twins had no time to grieve. After they slept for a while, they just stayed in the lounge in the morning.

Theoretically, the two of them should have carried out their own magic experiments as they had planned when they stayed in school, but now neither of them wanted to do anything.

"Are you kidding..."

Fred had a serious face and his eyes were fixed on the table motionlessly. If he were seen like this, everyone would definitely think that they had met the fake twins.

"No one would make such a joke with us, right?"

George also had a serious face, but he did not move his eyes away from the table at all.

On the table, or in other words, on the pile of golden things piled on the table, the exquisite wallet they got this morning is lying on the top, and below it, there is a hill full of them that weighs down the table. Crunchy Galleons.

"Why don't you whip me, Fred."

George suggested in a low voice, but realized that his brother finally came to his senses when he realized that he was seriously preparing to use all his strength - "Stop, I was just making a metaphor, don't use so much force!"

Fred had a look of regret on his face, but his attention was quickly drawn to the pile of golden cuties on the table.

"At least a thousand galleons, right?"

"How do I know? I've never seen so much gold!"

"Me too...Are the guys from Durmstrang so rich?"

"He is the principal, my brother, he is a real big shot... And it's not that Durmstrang's tuition fees have always been ridiculously high, and sometimes it even becomes a means for those people to despise each other..."

"But this is too much, our pile of... rags..."

Although I really don’t like to call my products like this, under the comparison of a bunch of galleons, even the Weasley brothers who have always been confident in their products are not so confident...

"Hold me for a while longer...One of the biggest dreams in my life is actually right here..."

"Okay, then let's wait until around noon to return it..."

After a firm discussion, the two buried their heads directly on the table.

"By the way, I remember that Langman has a camera. Shall we take pictures?"

"It's not safe. I don't dare to leave the house. Just stay here..."

After the two talked, they buried their heads on the table and lay down in the pile of galleons.

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"Hey, pay me back?"

When Karkaroff saw the two teenagers from last night again, he didn't remember what happened.

In fact, as the principal of Durmstrang, no matter how vigilant he is, he is not so strict about the money he carries with him.

"Yes, it's too much, Mr. Karkaroff, we can't accept such a huge sum of money..."

As the twins showed their money bags, Karkaroff finally recalled what kind of stupid thing he had done - he actually threw the money bag he used when he was about to run away to two complete strangers. The little devil!

Moreover, he also made overly generous remarks - I want to buy half of the fireworks!

If the deal is really done, then this really should be considered the most expensive fireworks in the wizarding world...

"ah…"

If there wasn't too much money in it, he would even bear the pain and cut off his flesh and generously say that he would have no regrets after paying the bill.

but…

'I can only pay a high price that no one will say is wrong, and then offer praise...last night was indeed too much...'

Just do it.

He took his wallet, took out a handful of galleons, and then added a handful more, "This is yesterday's cigarette money - a very amazing idea, they are completely worth the price."

"And your sincerity also impressed me - I remember, yesterday you seemed to have said that you were going to open a small store to sell your own joke products?"

"What a great idea. No matter your excellent quality or first-class products, I have been convinced. I will set up a store for you in the magic village near Durmstrang Castle. I will guarantee it myself. As long as you come before Just go and open a store—of course, my suggestion is that it’s best after graduation.”

"Store?"

"Sure, storefront."

Karkaroff said very calmly - the stores in the villages near the school are the property of the school, and the rent is also collected by the school. As the principal, it is extremely easy for him to set up a store, and the relevant qualification tests are even easier. The Ministry of Magic He will never dismiss his face.

More importantly, whether or not the store opens is a positive addition to his reputation. The success of the store is due to his discerning eye and recognition of people, and the failure of the store is due to his hard work. As long as the store is there, his generous reputation will not matter. Gotta run.

For two young people who dreamed of opening a store, a ready-made store was more tempting than a lot of galleons - especially the store near the school, which was not very popular.

Karkaroff looked at the two people who were so happy that they couldn't even care about the Galleons in their hands. He nodded gently. After venting last night, he felt that the grievances in his heart over the years were almost gone. Today He is becoming more and more comfortable in performing those twists and turns of little tricks.

"I will urge our professors to get a map of shops in nearby villages as soon as possible. You should be prepared. You have to choose before the competition ends. Otherwise, there may be fewer choices by then. Every summer is a good time to open a shop. .”

He nodded amiably, "Okay, go catch up on your sleep. You can't stay up late doing research, especially you wizards who haven't graduated yet."

The twins ecstatically thanked Karkaroff and left. Their minds were filled with the problems of the store - they hadn't even graduated yet, and they were about to have their own store, in a village near Durmstrang. A store, that was equivalent to having a big store in Hogsmeade Village. This was something they had never dared to think of before!

“It’s so nice not to be home for the Easter holidays!”

"Yes, our most confusing problem has been solved like this, the store!"

"We need to put a lot of products on display, but we still have too few interesting props at our disposal. We need to speed up research and development!"

"Let's get the fireworks done first, okay?"

"Actually, it's not a bad idea to learn other languages ​​first. Do you think we have to know some local languages ​​when we open a store, right?"

"It makes sense! But we can slow down first. We have to graduate before we can open a store, otherwise my mother will not be able to explain it - there is still one year left, time passes so slowly..."

The two of them quickly sketched out the future with each other, their eyes full of hope.

"Ah! Brothers Weasley, you are here!"

A student from the sixth grade who they were not very familiar with ran over happily, "Mr. Filch asked me to tell you that starting from today, the confinement will be changed to cleaning the hospital chamber pots!"

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"It's hard to believe that we were still stuck with an unimaginable amount of galleons in the morning - looking back now, the figure of one thousand galleons is too conservative, and we haven't even taken it all..."

"Yeah, for safety reasons, the two of us haven't taken any photos yet..."

George responded with a particularly mournful voice, which became even more depressing through the Bubble Curse.

But there was no way - it was true that they had been lying on the Galleons for a long time in the morning, but now these piles of chamber pots were real.

This is probably the ups and downs of life...

"Please go and replace the chamber pot over there," Madam Pomfrey said kindly, "Just don't make too much noise to disturb the patient."

"Ok, no problem)!"

The two answered in unison - they were one of the students in the entire school who had the best relationship with Madam Pomfrey, because some of their previous dangerous experiments always caused them to have to come to the hospital for treatment of their injuries.

Madam Pomfrey nodded and left with peace of mind - she knew very well that although these two guys liked to play pranks, they never made any dangerous moves in the hospital.

The twins who had received permission finally had time to undo the Bubble Curse and talk about other things, "Speaking of which, what happened to the flames last night? Professor McGonagall's explanation was completely different from the truth... Could Peeves be lying again? Lie to us?"

"God knows, it's always playing pranks like this, and it also likes to dig holes in words... We'd better do it slowly. To be honest, if Filch sees us going back early, then the toilet probably won't be able to escape. …”

"That's true, but then again, the professor's fireworks are really ugly..."

Fred couldn't help but chuckle.

"Keep your voice down!"

George nudged him and pointed in a direction.

When Fred also calmed down, a small sob could be heard. The two of them curiously walked to the ward inside, opened the curtain curiously, and then saw Harry lying there, and Qiu was lying there crying softly.

"I'm crying...it's so troublesome..."

Fred looked away, and then looked at George - from George's eyes, he also read the message to quickly finish cleaning the toilet and then sneak back quickly.

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"I really want to spend the holidays with you. I'm so bored at home. My mother started to get a little bored of me before school started..."

"I'm about the same, my mother always talks about..."

"did you miss me?"

…

After a conversation that everyone around them found boring, Ron and Lavender finally stopped talking and sat down in the box on the Hogwarts Express.

Fortunately, they didn't do anything more extreme, which made the Gryffindors together breathed a sigh of relief.

“I don’t know if anything new will happen during the holidays.”

"What's new is just more guests, but Christmas is over, what else can we have for Easter besides a few Easter eggs?"

"That's not necessarily true. Fred and George are both in detention. Maybe you and the others demolished a toilet, or planted a huge Christmas tree at the entrance of the castle or something..."

These seemed like things that the two of them could do, so the laughter soon started, and even Ron in the box laughed indifferently.

The scene on the train is almost always like this - after staying at home for a short vacation, the children are itching to try casting spells again, so everyone can't wait to go back to school.

But when the Gryffindors returned to the castle happily and were about to return to their lounge, they found sleeping bags scattered all over the hall.

"Ah, you are back too?"

The person who asked the question was not focused on coming back at all, but seemed eager to announce what you regretfully missed.

Soon, all the Gryffindors learned something amazing.

"What, the lounge was burned down?"

"It's great that no students were seriously injured."

"That's right, and many of them were seriously damaged. Therefore, the boys in the fourth grade basically had to lay floors. The fifth grade was also partially affected and needed to be reinforced. However, Professor William temporarily renovated a few empty classrooms for the fifth grade. Come live and study…”

"The clothes and items will be counted when we go back. The school said that a certain amount of subsidies will be provided based on the number of losses..."

Everything is normal. If there is anything wrong, it is that all the students are so happy that they can't close their mouths, as if they are not burning their own lounge, but someone else's lounge...