In order to prepare for the final exam, the whole Hogwarts was shrouded in an intense atmosphere of revision. Especially after learning that the wizards from Demstrand and Boothbarton were going to take part in the exam, the professors tacitly increased the amount of homework. The junior wizards all felt that the exam would be far more difficult and intense than usual.
Therefore, nowadays, in Hogwarts, junior wizards could be seen everywhere holding books or waving their wands.
In such a tense atmosphere, Allen slowly walked out of the castle. He wanted to take a walk by the lake, but when he passed by a remote classroom. "Behind you." Ms. Grey poked her head out of the wall and warned. At the same time, Allen heard a series of crackling sounds behind him. He turned around and saw a colorful firework flying towards his face.
Allen's wand instantly slipped into his hand. He quickly waved it twice, and the colorful firework turned into black smoke. Like a black snake, it twisted in the air a few times and disappeared without a trace. When he turned around to express his gratitude to the ghost of the academy from Ravenclaw, he found that she was gone.
"Allen, I'm glad you're okay." George and Fred rushed over, panting. "I don't know why, but the colorful firework went out of control. Fortunately, it was you, or we would have been in trouble. "
"It's nothing. But your firework is indeed a little unstable," Allen said. "You're doing research?"
"Yes, we want to open a joke shop, like Joker's. Fred and I are saving money for this, but we don't dare to tell mom. She's always wanted us to work in the Ministry of Magic." George was embarrassed, which was rare.
"That's a good idea. You'll be very successful," Allen praised.
"Thank you." Fred nodded and turned to leave with George.
"Fred, George, wait a minute." Allen suddenly called out to them.
The twins turned around.
"Have you ever considered finding someone to invest in it?" Alan asked.
"What?" said Fred, aghast.
"If you want to open a joke shop like Joko's, it's not enough to just develop interesting products. It's too inefficient to rely on odd jobs and saving pocket money for the first start-up capital." Allan pointed out the difficulties they were currently facing.
"But who would invest in a little adept who hasn't even graduated? That's definitely not a small sum, "Fred said dejectedly.
"Me?" Allen pointed at his nose and smiled. "I'm willing to fund your continued invention and creation. I'm willing to invest in the joke shop you're about to set up."
"But …" Fred hesitated. He knew that the Harris family had invested in a lot of businesses recently, but he couldn't understand why Allen was willing to invest in their two students' joke shop. Although they were confident that they could make money, it was obvious that the profits they could make were too little compared to businesses like the dragon farm.
Allen blinked. Recently, he had been constantly using Telepathic Assimilation to read the thoughts of the twins. "I am very optimistic about your inventions. I think you have extraordinary talent in this area. Also, I'm only responsible for providing the funds. Everything else is in your hands. I won't interfere. "
Not only that, but Allen also didn't say that although he knew that the joke shop's business would be booming many years later, he actually hoped to take the opportunity to mend the relationship between the Weasley family and himself. During the summer vacation, he had an idea and needed the help of Arthur Weasley, who was good at modifying Muggle items.
"Thank you, Allen." Recently, Family Harris had been expanding rapidly. With such a huge business, they were still willing to invest in their joke shop. It must be that Allen wanted to help them. George instinctively wanted to refuse, but it was too difficult for him and Fred to save up enough money to open a shop on their own. Besides, they were confident that they wouldn't let Allen's investment go to waste. They would definitely bring him sufficient returns.
"Take it." Allen took out a big bag of gold coins. "This can be used for your recent research funds. Family Harris' consultant will contact you soon and sign a contract with you."
The twins stared at him blankly. It turned out that other than the rumoured Hermione, there was really someone else who would carry so much money with them.
"Allen," George said softly, weighing the bag of gold coins in his hand. "Thank you."
Fred nodded vigorously beside him.
No matter how nervous the little wizards were, the final exam would come as promised. Contrary to the little wizards' expectations, the exam's difficulty did not increase abruptly like in the legends. However, it was not easy to get high marks either.
For the wizards in Allen's training class, this level of difficulty was not difficult at all. Most of them were already top students, and now many of them could guarantee that they would get all O's.
On this relaxing night in Hagrid's hut, there were three sets of bucket-sized teacups and saucers on the wooden table in front of the stove.
Professor Dumbledore and Professor Mag were sitting on chairs, talking to Hagrid with a serious expression.
"Professor Dumbledore, thank you for trusting us. Olim and I will definitely win over the giants and not let the Death Eaters get away with it. However, please ask Filch to help me feed the fried tail snails when I'm not around. Allen's aunt went through a lot of trouble to register them for me so that I can raise them legally." Hagrid said happily. He brewed the tea and brought out a plate of rock crust to distribute to everyone. Then, he leaned back on the chair with a serious expression in his black eyes.
Professor Mag looked at the big piece of rock crust in front of her with a troubled expression. "You don't call her Madam Maxim anymore? You have to seize the opportunity on this trip. "She suddenly changed her usual seriousness and teased Hagrid.
They took the opportunity to bid farewell to Hagrid when he was shy and left the hut. The plates of rock crust were still on the table, and Principal Dumbledore and Professor Mag were strolling on the path. Neither of them was in a hurry to go back. Instead, they were chatting.
"Abusi, what do you think of Allen … Allen Harris …" Dumbledore stopped when Professor Mag mentioned this name. Mag turned around to face Dumbledore. "You should have noticed that this child has shown excellent black magic skills in the competition. His mastery of black magic is far beyond many famous black wizards. And those students in the training class. Don't you find the admiration they have for Allen very familiar? Especially the way the Death Eaters used to look at the mysterious man. And Allen's performance is even better than the mysterious man's. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best student in the history of Hogwarts. With such talent, if he … I'm afraid he will cause far more harm than the mysterious man. And I, as his professor, have no idea how to guide him. "
"Compared to Allen, I'm more worried about his family. Recently, Owen Harris has been purging the Ministry of Magic and promoting the wizards who are close to him. Allen is not like Tom. He can feel love. But what I'm most worried about … is that his family will lead him down the wrong path. "Dumbledore clasped his slender fingers together, his voice full of worry.
Suddenly, Luna walked out from the shadows and interrupted Dumbledore and Mag's conversation. "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Mag."
A surprised expression flashed across Dumbledore's face. He was so worried about Harris that he didn't notice Luna standing in the shadows.
"Miss Lovgood, why are you still at the edge of the forbidden forest? It's almost curfew time. If you don't go back, I'm sure Ravenclaw's points will be deducted. "Professor Mag pulled a long face.
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