The day that Allen and the Weasley family had agreed on was a dark and cloudy day, but Diagon Alley was bustling with noise and excitement. All kinds of goods were displayed in the colorful display windows, and the merchants were trying their best to attract the young wizards to stop and enter. Unlike other countries, the influence of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters on the British magic world could be ignored, at least on the surface.
But in this prosperous situation, there was still one shop that was particularly eye-catching. Their display windows attracted people's attention like a fireworks display. Many of the passing wizards stopped in their tracks and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the display window with an infatuated look. The display windows were colorful, displaying all kinds of goods that spun, twitched, flashed, jumped, and screamed.
This shop was Weasley's Magic Torch Theatre: a huge sculpture of a gentleman stood on top of the shop's signboard with an umbrella logo. This sculpture, which was integrated into the shop's door, was several stories high. He opened his mouth and smiled, his eyes occasionally moving. A rabbit stood on the sculpture's head, wagging its tail. The sculpture's hand put a hat on top of its head to cover the rabbit. When it lifted the hat again, the rabbit in the hat was gone. Bright fireworks came from the room, lighting up the display windows.
"Allen, you didn't drive here today, right?" Arthur Weasley's forehead under his red hair was sweating, either because of the heat or excitement.
"Of course not, parking in Diagon Alley is a problem." Allen pointed to the bustling crowd on the narrow street and said, "The situation in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade is not suitable for cars to drive in."
"Looks like business is good. They have some talent for business." Molly Weasley's attention was still on her sons' business. She looked at the shop full of customers and raised her head.
"You're too modest. This is more than good." Ron's mouth was wide open. Looking at the bustling scene, he pulled Harry and quickly stepped into the shop.
As a bodyguard, Penello saw that there were many Magi in the theater, so he crossed his arms and stood guard outside the door with Wolf Mother Viktor and Fatty Hart.
"Penello, why haven't I seen you and the doctor together recently?" Allen asked curiously.
"Doctor? She's been busy recently, so it's not convenient for her to go on a mission." Penello said vaguely. Allen saw that Arthur was already waiting for him at the top of the stairs, so he didn't ask any more questions and hurriedly walked up.
As soon as they entered the shop, Jenny pulled Hermione to the counter where a group of girls were gathered, and played with the small, translucent bottles of various colors.
"This is simply too wonderful." Ron exclaimed in admiration as he hugged his favorite product in his arms. He and Harry jumped into the crowd of small wizards and circled around the counter, carefully inspecting each one.
The store was filled with customers who were shopping. All kinds of shelves were piled up to the ceiling, and all kinds of products were displayed in them. George and Fred were both wearing the same magenta robes. They stood in the middle of the stairs, occasionally dodging the purple frisbees that were flying around the shop. They then called out to the customers in unison, "Take a look, take a look. The new Coma Flower Candy, Nosebleed Nougat, if you want to end class on time, use the vomit tablets …"
Allen and the Weasleys stood in front of the most conspicuous product in the entire shop — Mister Deft Hands. However, it wasn't for sale, but for display. On one hand, it was to display Mister Deft Hands himself. This housekeeping golem had already attracted the attention of many ordinary Magi families. On the other hand, it was to display the items in the shop. Each of Mister Deft Hands' three tentacles grabbed an item from the shop, showing it to everyone from various angles and even giving voice explanations.
The shop was filled with wizards trying out all kinds of items. Some children began to walk on the walls, and as they moved, the soles of their feet made sounds like suction cups. Attendants in magenta robes held large cauldrons, looking somewhat flustered as they looked for little wizards who had eaten vomit tablets and showed signs of having an effect. They were ready to hand the cauldrons to their mouths at any time.
Hermione and Jenny finally found themselves surrounded by the girls in front of some kind of potion display case. When they got closer, they found that the potions in the beautiful bottles under the magenta flower-shaped display case had the luster of mother-of-pearl. From time to time, spiraling steam would rise from the bottle mouth.
"Hello, girls." George and Fred teleported behind them and spoke in their unique high-synchronized voice. "Want to try the aphrodisiac? The effect is not bad. But then again, you guys are quite good at it. "
"What do you mean?" Jenny raised a bottle of potion and asked with a frown.
George and Fred teased, "Sister, aren't you and Harry together? We saw you and him in the kitchen a few days ago … "
"That's none of your business!" Jenny retorted with a red face. She threw the bottle of potion away and turned to leave.
The twins then turned their attention to Hermione, who was snickering at the side. They pointed to a box next to the aphrodisiac that had the words "Patented Product: Daydream Spell" printed on it. The box had a colorful picture of a handsome young man and an intoxicated girl standing on the deck of a pirate ship. "Just chant the spell, and you will enter a high-quality, extremely realistic thirty-minute daydream. It's suitable for ordinary school classes. It's easy to use and absolutely hard to detect. Side effects include a dull expression and slight drooling. This thing can't be sold to children under the age of sixteen, but Hermione, you and Jenny can take whatever you want for free."
Hermione first nodded, and then frowned like Jenny. The twins noticed the change in Miss Know-It-All's expression and came to a sudden realization. They added somewhat guiltily, "Of course, this debt will be on our heads. We won't let Umbrella suffer any losses …" After saying that, George and Fred didn't wait for Hermione's response and moved to their parents' side next to Mr. Deft Hands.
Many wizards purposely skipped over the attendants with the items they wanted to buy and asked for the price in front of Mr. Skillful Hands. Some even tried to introduce the product's functions. Seeing this, Ron and Harry each took the things they wanted and walked to Mr. Skillful Hands.
Harry took out a set of telescopic ears and an object in his hand that looked like a piece of sparkling coal mixed with diamonds or glass. He asked, "How much are these?"
"Telescopic ears, a very useful eavesdropping device. Invisible smoke bombs, imported from Peru by the boss. This is their money tree, a must-have for escaping. " Mr. Skillful Hands used a mechanical London accent to imitate the twins' accent. Then, he changed the topic, "Harry? Mister Potter, you are free to choose three items. They are free. "
"What about this? I'm the younger brother of your bosses. " Ron couldn't wait to wave the imitation lightsaber in his hand in front of Mr. Skillful Hands. If this imitation hit someone else, it would make them twitch for a while and make their hair stand on end. However, it wouldn't cause any substantial damage to the wizard.
A detector on Mr. Skillful Hands' big round head was aimed at the toy in Ron's hand. Then, he replied mechanically, "Seven gold coins."
Ron emphasized with some annoyance. "I don't think you understand. I'm the younger brother of your bosses."
Mr. Skillful Hands' cold and mechanical voice sounded again, "Seven gold coins."
"How inflexible! George and Fred must have forgotten to tell this thing who I am. " Ron muttered a little angrily. Then, he raised the green lightsaber in his hand and shouted to the twins who were talking with Arthur and Allen not far away from Mr. Skillful Hands. "Hey! George, Fred, your silly golem said it wanted me to pay seven gold coins. Did you forget to tell it my identity? "
The twins turned to look at the thing in Ron's hand and replied together, "It's right. Its price is seven gold coins."
Ron's eyes widened when he heard that, "I'm your younger brother!"
"Then, fourteen gold coins." The twins said in unison. Both of them turned their heads and said at the same time with their hands in their trouser pockets. Then, they ignored the somewhat frantic Ron and turned to face Allen again. "If Mr. Skillful Hands goes on the market, it will be a big hit. We can't even count how many wizards have come to us to ask if they can buy it."
When Ron saw that the twins were ignoring him, he pursed his lips and thought sourly, "This thing is far worse than a house elf. The house elf is obedient to its master's orders and is a real living intelligent creature that can take the initiative to help its master complete anything! " He looked at the appearance of Mr. Skillful Hands and despised it again in his heart. "This shape is too ugly. The wizard who designed this thing has terrible taste! Look at those three tentacles and round head, it's like an octopus without legs! "
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