bacchusnovels Chapter 562 Advanced Aphrodisiac
Chapter 562 Advanced Aphrodisiac
Chapter 558 Advanced Aphrodisiac
During the latter half of the summer vacation, the Weasleys moved back to the Black family home.
The reason is Harry's birthday.
Harry's birthday party will be held at Black's ancestral home, with Sirius Black and his best friends.
Hermione, Lupin, and many members of the Order of the Phoenix were present.
Even including—Sean and Dumbledore, two people who are rarely seen.
If it weren't for the recent tense atmosphere...
Harry would think this birthday party would be a great start to a new school term.
"Professor, what brings you here again?"
Everyone looked at Dumbledore, eager to hear him recount his experiences over the past few months.
Dumbledore smiled gently.
"To be honest, I haven't lived such a relaxed and carefree life in decades."
"You also pushed things onto Professor McGonagall at Hogwarts."
Ron muttered something under his breath, which lightened the atmosphere at the table a bit.
Dumbledore blinked, then nodded.
"That's true, Professor McGonagall is indeed a reassuring partner. But now that Professor Phillips is at the helm of Hogwarts, I can naturally go and take a look around without worry."
Sean responded to Dumbledore with a proud smile.
"I went to the fjords of Norway and spent a few days in an ancient valley guarded by dragons. It was a place recommended by an old acquaintance, who said that one could listen to the wind and dream of the past there."
"Dreaming about the past?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "The environment there always makes you feel young again. I saw many old friends, chatted with them, sat together on the cliff edge, and watched the aurora rise before our eyes."
There was a moment of silence in the air, and even Ron didn't say another word.
"After that, I went to East Africa. I heard there was a forgotten herb there that could cure all diseases. Although I didn't find the herb, in a small village in Tanzania, I met a witch who taught me how to weave dreams with the stars."
"I also went to Austria —"
"Professor, aren't you banned from leaving the UK?"
"A prohibition is only a prohibition before they discover it."
Dumbledore made a rare joke.
"What's been happening lately?"
"Two more horrific incidents have recently occurred."
As Arthur spoke, he distributed the cut pieces of cake from the table to everyone.
"Igor Karkarov's body was found in a small cabin in the north."
"Kakharov?"
Hearing this familiar name, everyone was startled.
"He's dead?"
"Um.
""
Arthur nodded and said with a touch of emotion.
"Yes, Karkaroff suddenly resigned from his position as headmaster of Drum Sterling a few days ago and disappeared without a trace. When he was found again, he was already dead. The Black Mark is floating above the cabin."
"But that's strange too."
"What's strange?"
"He actually took so long to die. I remember Regulus—"
Sirius's face suddenly looked very unpleasant.
Arthur realized he had said the wrong thing and changed the subject.
Have you heard about Florin Fosco?
"That guy who owns the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley?"
"right."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He's gone missing. He might have been kidnapped, but it's also possible that he tried to make it look like he was kidnapped by secretly disrupting the store's layout and then sneaking away."
"...
—
"George, Fred, don't laugh—someone actually did that a while ago."
"But why?"
The Weasley twins stared wide-eyed and asked curiously.
"At first, it was just one person trying to play a prank to scare others, but as the situation became increasingly dangerous, some people used this trick to escape from England so that the Death Eaters wouldn't have their eyes on them."
Arthur shook his head and explained helplessly.
"It seems that doing this kind of thing has become a trend. Everyone knows that Britain is going to become dangerous—the Mysterious Man's activities are currently limited to Britain, so going to other countries seems like a wise choice."
"Who else has done this?" Harry suddenly asked.
"Olivendine," Sean continued, "Yesterday, we received a report that Ollivander's wand shop was deserted. Bertha took some people there to check—the shop was empty, with no signs of a struggle—nobody knows whether he left on his own or was kidnapped."
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"Where shall we buy a wand?" Ron asked.
"It's not like he's the only one who buys wands, it's just that his wands are more famous—back in the day, many of my pure-blood students didn't buy their wands from Ollivander," Sirius said with a touch of nostalgia.
"Maybe we could also sell magic wands part-time."
George suddenly made the suggestion, and Fred chimed in.
"Perfect timing! Ollivander, our biggest competitor, is gone. Why can't we take over his orthopedics business and launch a wand business in Diagon Alley?"
"Perfect timing, our store is doing really well lately."
As soon as the results were released, the two quickly opened a shop in Diagon Alley.
The store has been open for about half a month and business is very good.
after all--
At this point, daring to open a shop in Diagon Alley, and with such fanfare, selling some strange and unusual items, it's hard not to attract other people's desire to buy.
"Selling wands? That sounds difficult."
"I think selling wands is something that requires a lot of professional skills."
"I think it's a good idea."
Unlike others, Sean seemed to wholeheartedly agree with the Weasley twins' "ingenious ideas."
"Yes, we don't necessarily do it ourselves."
Fred shrugged, seemingly very excited about the idea that was lurking in his head.
We can collaborate with reliable artisans and handle the design and marketing ourselves. Think about it: wands on the market are all the same; we can create personalized wands for young wizards!
"For example, a wand with a glowing end, a retractable handle, and even the ability to change color according to its mood!" George added. "This is a game-changer for wands!"
"It sounds more like a disaster for the wand world."
Ron uttered the second memorable line of the day.
At the end of the banquet, the current headmaster of Hogwarts announced some good news to Harry as a birthday gift: Harry had been successfully "elected" as the prefect of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Although Hermione believed that Professor Phillips had used his privilege in a very inappropriate way, there was no better person than Harry, was there?
The next day was the day everyone went to Diagon Alley.
The once bustling Leaky Cauldron bar of my memory is gone forever, replaced by utter desolation.
Tom, his face covered in wrinkles, leaned against the bar, drinking alone.
Upon seeing Sean appear, he immediately looked up, raised his glass, and shouted, "Principal Phillips, when do you think we can return to normal life?"
The Auror, who was responsible for protecting everyone, answered first.
"Go back and wait for further instructions."
Sean shook his head and made a V sign to Tom, which also looked a bit like a 2.
Two years? Or—two months?
Diagon Alley has also completely changed its appearance.
The various goods that were originally displayed in the shop window are gone, replaced by the notice from the Ministry of Magic.
Many shops are closed.
The two sides split into two groups: one group went to buy books, and the other group went to buy new robes.
Sean then headed toward the Weasley twins' shop.
As the largest shareholder, today is a good opportunity to inspect the achievements of the twins.
not bad.
This was Sean's first review of the Weasley store.
The surrounding shops paled in comparison to the twins' shop.
Whether it's the huge light-up sign at the entrance or the fireworks display.
They were all doing their best to attract passersby to enter the store and find out more.
The shop, which is only a few dozen square meters, was packed with customers.
With crowds comparable to those at tourist attractions during the May Day holiday, one can't help but wonder if half of the people in Diagon Alley shop here.
The shelves were piled high with goods.
Among them are the twins' representative products: fast-acting skip-class sugar, nasal blood sugar, and hemorrhage sugar.
A large display case caught Sean's eye.
The description states: "By simply reciting a spell, you can immerse yourself in a high-quality, extremely realistic 30-minute daydream. This time can be cleverly incorporated into a regular class, is easy to use, and is virtually unnoticed (side effects include a blank expression and slight drooling). Not for purchase by those under the age of 16."
Helping people control their dreams is quite interesting, isn't it?
This incorporates some mental spells, and you can see the shadows of many familiar spells, such as the "Memory Erasure Spell," the "Soul Stealing Spell," and the "Stun Spell."
In addition to these items, there's also the magic wand we talked about last night.
It can only be said that the twins' drive to make money has always been astonishing.
They probably didn't sleep at all last night.
This wand was only the first product and looked somewhat rudimentary, but it already had a basic design prototype.
With a simple wave, the wand can automatically cast a spell.
Of course, these are just some simple spells, including the Light-Up Spell and the Transformation Spell.
This design reminded Sean of a piano.
Many pianos have an automatic playing function, and there is not much difference between the two in essence.
If, Sean meant if.
If the Weasley twins add more spells to their wands in the future, does that mean they can achieve wizarding effects without magic? In other words, a Muggle could fight a wizard?
I have to say—
This is a very bold idea, but it also has great potential.
This made Sean consider investing more funds in the Weasley twins' experimental inventions.
He had previously stated that he had quite a few talented subordinates.
There were those willing to die for him, those who could pass on intelligence to him, and those who could help him manage his emotions—
But there are no technically skilled individuals like the Weasley twins.
Talented people are welcome everywhere.
"Professor, this is interesting, isn't it?"
George spotted Sean standing out from the crowd and warmly greeted him.
"Let me show you around; there are many popular items here. And about the wand you mentioned yesterday, we've been thinking about it a lot since we got back to our room—"
"Of course, there's one more thing I need to tell you."
"As you know, many people working at the Ministry of Magic can't even spell a decent armor charm—anyway—we recently developed a hat called the Charmproof Hat."
"Its function is that when you wear this hat and ask your companion to cast a curse on you, and then you stare into their face, the curse will bounce back." As a result, this morning the Ministry of Magic sent us an order for five hundred of them.
"We are thinking about whether to develop a series of industrial chains to produce small items such as anti-curse cloaks and anti-curse gloves."
As George spoke, he secretly observed Sean's reaction.
"So, you're consulting me for your opinion because—?"
Sean thought for a moment and gave his answer.
"I've said before, you're in charge of the shop's affairs yourselves, don't come to me with everything. I only invested some money. As for the Ministry of Magic's orders—just rip them off, anyway—those Galleons aren't mine."
While the two were talking, two other groups of people, one buying books and the other buying robes, stopped in front of the Weasley twins' shop.
It's hard not to do it.
Sean waved to George, signaling him to go ahead and get busy, while he wandered around by himself.
George then went to entertain the group.
Near the window, a row of dazzling pink products was neatly displayed, attracting a group of excited girls who gathered around, chattering and laughing incessantly.
Hermione and Ginny stood there, hesitant and wary, and did not approach.
"Go take a look," Fred said smugly. "This is the highest grade of aphrodisiac; you can't buy it anywhere else."
Ginny raised her eyebrows, her face full of skepticism: "Does it really work?"
“Of course,” Fred replied, “the effect can last up to twenty-four hours—depending on the boy’s weight, of course.”
"...and how charming that girl is," George interjected, appearing beside them at some point. Then, his expression changed, and he added seriously, "But we can't sell her to our own sister, especially given her recent strange behavior."
Clearly, George had also noticed Ginny's recent unusual behavior.
Ginny pretended not to hear George's ramblings and pointed to a cage next to her containing a large number of pink and purple balls, asking a question.
"What is this?"
"Dwarf Pu".
Ginny stuck a finger into the cage and watched as the dwarf cats gathered around.
"They're so cute!"
"Yes, she is indeed quite lovable. But..."
"Then I'll take one," Hermione suddenly said.
George looked at Hermione in disbelief, but Hermione just blushed and defended herself.
"I just want to study your improvements to this love potion—in order to enrich my potion theory."
"Of course, Hermione. You need to work harder on Potions."
As George spoke, he quickly packed a bottle for Hermione.
"Is one bottle enough?"
One bottle is enough.
George was about to say something when he suddenly noticed blood flowing from Ginny's nose.
It seemed like it just wouldn't stop.
"I'll go get you some hemostatic medicine. Hermione, you can go to the front desk and ask Fred to pay."
While George and Hermione were away, Ginny quietly reached for the merchandise shelves.