Chapter 931: 917： Explosion news

On the streets of Hogsmeade, students walking around can be seen everywhere, especially the third-year students who have just been allowed to play in Hogsmeade. Every place here is very new to them.

After a brief discussion, Albert and his colleagues decided to go to the Joko joke shop first, as a way to inquire about the information, to see if there are any new products in the Joko shop.

The immutable Joko joke shop cannot be their opponent in the future.

"This summer, you can start to advertise in the Daily Prophet. Next semester is a good time to promote and sell joke props. Don't miss it."

When Albert came out of Duke Honey’s candy store, he casually said to Fred and George, “Don’t show up in advertisements for skipping class candy. After all, students need to use them to skip class. If you let the professors know, skip class candy. It won't work."

"I guarantee that its use for skipping classes will not appear in the product instructions." George said sincerely.

"Or advertising." Fred added.

"This is a good idea. You only need to give everyone a little hint, and they will know the real purpose of those candies." Lee Jordan smiled nervously, "As long as the class is in, some students start to vomit. The nosebleed, I don’t think even the professor can figure out the real cause for a while."

"There is also the Witcher card. I plan to come out of the Hogwarts Four Academy series first." Albert threw an explosive jelly into his mouth, and said as he walked: "There may be portrait problems in it, and we'd better put Combining games with learning can make our products more popular with everyone. At least, while playing games, you can also learn some useful knowledge. As long as you persuade the parents and let the children like it, the wizard card There will be no shortage of sales."

"It sounds difficult, and how are you going to convince Snape?" Lee Jordan was puzzled. They didn't think it was too difficult for Albert to convince Snape. That guy was like a rock. Hard and smelly.

"Other professors should be fine. As for Snape, if he doesn't want to, we can replace him with the previous Slytherin Dean." Albert had already thought out a plan to deal with it. "Right, you go The second plan is very good. I am helping you revise it. It should be completed next month, and then you can start trying to sell wizard cards."

"You still know the previous Dean Slytherin?"

"Of course I know, the last time I went to participate in the Magic School Potions Championship, it was Professor Horace Slughorn who led the team. It is said that he has also formed a slug club before."

"Slug Club, this name is really disgusting."

The faces of the three of them all showed disgusting expressions.

"Professor Slughorn is a pleasure-loving, vanity-loving and somewhat snobbish guy, but he is not bad in his bones. When he was teaching in school, he knew many famous wizards and had a very wide network of contacts." Albert simply commented on Si. Lagerhorn: “It’s actually very easy to deal with him. You just need to remember to give him a bottle of aged mead every Christmas. On his birthday, a pineapple compote and a birthday card are enough. He is me. The best type of person to deal with among the old friends I know."

"I think he knows less famous people than you."

"He must know more people than me."

Albert knows a lot of people, but not many people really keep in touch. Otherwise, how could he be busy.

"Which type of people do you find more difficult to deal with?" George asked curiously.

“For those who exchange knowledge, sometimes it’s harder to write a letter than to write a paper to a magazine.” Albert did not lie. He recently talked to them about papers less frequently, and more of them were composed of people he knew. A small circle, and then bring the problem to the circle to discuss together.

Albert and several people crossed the road and walked into the small bar opposite.

The three broomsticks were still crowded as usual. After Albert entered, a rush of heat rushed toward him, his eyes quickly swept across the bar, and he walked to the nearest empty table with Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.

After they sat down, they exchanged glances, and finally they were so bored that they used the guessing box to decide who to buy Butterbeer from Ms. Rosmerta.

"Well, you guys won!"

Lee Jordan looked at the spread palms of the others, and looked at his clenched fists, shrugged helplessly and stood up.

Albert took two Sicos from his pocket and said, "I want warm ones."

"It's the same with us."

Fred and George grinned and took out their respective Si Ke and placed them in front of Lee Jordan.

"Really."

Lee Jordan took Si Ke to the counter to buy beer, and quickly got four glasses of butter beer heated with warm water. When he distributed the butter beer to everyone, he raised his finger in a certain direction and said in a low voice: "Look at that. Side, look, what I found."

The three of them looked in the direction of Lee Jordan's fingers and found that Ludo Bagman was sitting in a dark corner of the bar with a group of goblins talking.

"Bagman's luck doesn't seem to be very good. Is this being entangled by the goblin again?"

Fred smiled and clinked glasses with George, his tone of gloat that couldn't be concealed, "Do you think we should go over and add fire to Bagman, I believe he will definitely have a headache."

"If you go there, Bagman will definitely find an excuse to run away." Albert prefers to watch Bagman and the goblin gesture over there, but the monitoring technique is still not good, otherwise they can have a beer and listen here. With their words, I was happy.

"Do you want to use this stuff?" Fred and George took out flesh-colored telescopic ears from their pockets.

"If you want to eavesdrop, just change it. Your stuff is too blatant."

"What do you think they are talking about?" Lee Jordan asked, staring at the excited goblins, taking a sip of butter beer.

"Goblins are collecting debts." Fred and George said happily.

"Bagman will definitely not pay back the money, and he probably has no money." Albert speculated, "If I were Bagman, 80% would have another bet with the goblin. If I win, the accounts of both parties Just write off a lump sum. If you lose, it doesn’t matter if you owe a lump sum. Anyway, you have more debts."

"It makes sense. If I were Bagman, I would pressure you to win the Triwizard Tournament." Fred slapped Albert on the shoulder and said, "After all, the other warriors are not your opponents. The result is already obvious. ."

"The fairies are not idiots, they certainly won't agree." George added.

"So, they are arguing now." Lee Jordan looked at the aggressive goblin with crossed arms with interest, and quietly took out a detection ball from his pocket and rolled towards Bagman's location, preparing Eavesdrop on them in the name of picking up the ball.

After all, honest eavesdropping is easy to find, so it's best to find an excuse for yourself.

"That guy really likes these gossip news. If you didn't ask him to participate in the Witcher Card, I suspect that Lee Jordan will become a reporter for the Daily Prophet or a reporter for The Witcher Weekly after graduation, like Rita Si Kit likes to look around for gossip news like that." Fred said to Albert, looking at Lee Jordan from behind.

"We have thought about the column names of the newspapers and periodicals for him, and they are called the little secrets that make your heart beat." George added with a smile.

"Let's continue to study the follow-up arrangement of the joke shop!" Albert felt that the two guys were too idle, and planned to find something for them to do. He reached out and took out the notebook from the deformed lizard leather bag.

"I've always been curious about when did you get this notebook?" George asked, flipping through the old notes, raising his eyebrows.

"Originally, I planned to sell dark magic defense items in the last two years and take the opportunity to make a fortune. Later, you joined in and expanded the entire money-making plan."

"It's been a long time since I watched you play with the protective bracelet. What generation version is it now?" Fred asked curiously. They knew that Albert had this money-making plan for a long time, and they had been nagging for several years, but they didn't expect the time to be quietly approaching.

"Version 3.2 is almost at its limit. There is no way to improve it. The effect is not very satisfactory. It is longer than the previous protective bracelet. Now it can last about two years. In fact, I am not sure, but I can definitely Last longer."

"If the next semester is really turbulent like you said, then you will really get rich."

The two did not forget Albert's prediction about the turmoil in the magical world, "Perhaps, we should hoard some of the dark magic defense items first, and then sell them all at once."

"It's not the time yet, but you can accumulate a part of your reputation first, and then you can make a lot of money by providing the Ministry of Magic with a defense package. It has to be said that most of the employees of the Ministry of Magic are really slack in the defense of the dark arts. "

"Probably get 500 orders." George muttered, "It should be possible to get nearly Wangalong."

"If you get into the fire dragon suit, it will definitely be more popular." Fred suggested. "The protective effect of that thing must be very good."

"Do you think it's possible? That kind of clothes is too ostentatious." Albert doesn't think the fire dragon suits work. Many dark wizards especially like to use Avadasuo.

"Fire dragon skin is a good thing. Except for the life of Avada, it can basically block or weaken most of the magical effects. When I really make a lot of gallons, I must first get myself into a fire dragon leather jacket." George is right. Albert said, "Safe and handsome. Of course, if you can enhance the defensive effect of the fire dragon leather jacket, you can definitely make them a top dark magic defense product."

"This is a good proposal. It can be made into a high-end fire dragon vest and worn on the body." Albert thinks this is a good business opportunity. The problem is that the purse may be hurt."

"Believe me, there is never a shortage of wealthy people in the magical world, especially Aurors. If the dark wizards are rampant, they would want to find you to customize a complete set of defensive fire dragon suits, and those high-ranking officials, they must also be afraid of death. Pay more attention to his own safety." Fred looked very excited. He felt that the field of defense against the dark arts was very promising.

"At that time, we can still classify." George opened his mind: "You can sell ordinary protective equipment and specially-made advanced protective equipment. After all, most wizards can't afford high-end goods. Well, it turns out you I thought about it a long time ago, saying that you are going to hand over ordinary protective equipment to us to manufacture. Is this really reliable?"

"Your iron armor curse can already be used skillfully. It is enough to make general protective equipment. It may be used for a shorter time, but it should also be able to prevent general evil curses. There is always a difference between advanced and ordinary curses. Otherwise, what? How about attracting those rich people to the bait? It's like ordinary flying broomsticks and firebolts."

"It's really you, is this intending to directly monopolize the market?"

"Monopoly, no, what we want is a brand." Albert shrugged, "Even if someone robs us of the market in the future, they won't be able to rob us."

"What's the matter with the Wonder Witch series above?" Fred took the notes from George and flipped through it, and found that Albert had actually prepared a lot of money-making plans.

"When did you make so many beauty products?" George asked curiously, moving his head over.

"These are not all the results of my research." Albert explained: "If someone else does this part, it should be divided out separately."

"Your girlfriend?" George asked.

"Isabel is also one of the researchers of beauty pharmacy. Do you remember the two foreign girls in the Quidditch World Cup last time?" Albert reminded.

"Remember, very beautiful girl." George joked. "At the time, we thought you had two other girlfriends."

"They are Isabel's friends. We met last time at the Magic School Potions Championship, and later we developed beauty potions together. I was an added bonus, and sometimes helped the girls." Albert shrugged. "They opened a beauty shop in the United States and they are welcomed by countless girls."

"What beauty potion?" Lee Jordan has returned after picking up the detection ball.

"What the girls like." George asked, shaking the notes in his hand, "What are they talking about?"

"As we guessed, Bagman wanted to offset his debt by betting. The goblins disagreed with Bagman's choice of Albert's final victory as a bet, so they quarreled." Lee Jordan smiled. Albert said: "It seems that Bagman is very confident in you."

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While a few people were chatting, Rita Skeeter followed her potbellied photographer into the three broomsticks. As soon as she arrived at the bar to buy a drink, she stared at Bagman who was entangled by the fairies, holding it. A cup of mead ran to talk to Bagman and tried to interview each other, but the conversation between the two parties was not pleasant. Bagman said nonsense and soon left with the group of fairies.

"Bagman seems reluctant to talk to us. What is he doing and why is he following a large group of fairies? He also said that he was taking fairies to visit Hogsmeade... It's nonsense... I bet something must be wrong. "Rita Skeeter looked at Bagman’s leaving back with interest, and said to the colleague beside him, "...If we can dig something out, Ludo Ba, Director of the Department of Magic and Sports Geman will definitely be discredited... this thing is really exciting... keep up with Fu Zuo, let's go see what secret Bagman is trying to hide."

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan looked at each other, ready to take advantage of this opportunity to poke Bagman's affairs to Rita Skeeter.

Just when they were about to stand up, they heard a sharp voice ringing in the bar.

"Do you want to ruin a person's life again?"

Many people turned their heads and looked over when they heard the voice. Rita Skeeter also stopped. After seeing who was talking, she was no longer anxious to follow Bagman, and smiled with Harry. Say hello, "Great Harry, I didn't expect to see you here..."

"Why are you treating Hagrid like that?" Harry asked angrily.

"Our readers have the right to know the truth." Rita Skeeter still had a smile on her face, and she couldn't see any embarrassment at all. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility."

"Who cares about him..."

Hermione interrupted when Harry was about to say something.

"The truth, are you sure?" Hermione looked at Rita Skeeter coldly, and the corners of her mouth curled up contemptuously. "As long as you can get the story and enough Garon, you don't care about anything, no matter who it is. Don’t let it go, does the truth have Galleons important? Obviously not. I know you care more about newspaper sales and how many Gallons you can get. So, this time you plan to treat Ludo Bagman—"

"You silly little girl, don't talk nonsense about things you don't understand." Rita Skeeter said coldly.

"Is it irritated by what I said?" Hermione sneered without fear of Rita Skeeter's gaze.

"Oh, my God, Skeeter, do you never do something serious?"

Sirius appeared out of nowhere, reached out to hold Harry and Hermione's shoulders, and smiled at Rita Skeeter who was angry.

"You actually have time to quarrel with a little girl here. No wonder what the "Daily Prophet" reported is getting more and more rubbish." Sirius said with a distressed expression, "I used to like to read the "Daily Prophet". "At least some useful news can be obtained, but now there is nothing in the newspaper except a bunch of junk news. It is still said that the Daily Prophet is trying to use this junk to help the Ministry of Magic cover up the truth."

"Hiding the truth?" Rita Skeeter looked at Sirius with a smile, "Oh, are you going to share with me a big secret that I don't know? Honestly, I am very interested in what you call the truth."

"Do you know the news that Peter Pettigrew came alive again? That guy also used the Imperius Curse to control and murdered Barty Crouch, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department." Sirius said with a smile.

"We've already reported about this. You seem to have been in Azkaban for a long time, and your memory has deteriorated a bit." Rita Skeeter sneered sharply, "I suggest you buy a memory ball. Maybe it can keep you from being so forgetful."

"Then why don't you report how Peter Pettigrew came back to life?" Sirius was not angry, and asked with a smile, "You haven't investigated such an important matter? Or are you unwilling to report it."

"You seem to be very clear." Rita Skeeter said coldly.

"Of course, I got the first-hand news." Sirius smiled, "Peter Pettigrew's mother died in Azkaban instead of Peter, so the body of Peter buried by the Dementor is actually Mrs. Peter who drank the compound medicine. "

The whole small bar suddenly became silent, and everyone was shocked by the news, and never expected that Mrs. Peter would be willing to do this for her son.

"Do you have any evidence?"

Rita Skeeter suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Mrs. Peter made a deal with the Minister of Magic for half of Peter's family property in exchange for the opportunity to visit her son in Hogsmeade. As a result, within two days, Peter died in Azkaban, and Mrs. Peter also died later. The Peter’s house was engulfed by the raging fire.” Sirius’s smile on his face became more kind. “This incident can be found. Even the Minister of Magic cannot hide it. I dare say that the Daily Prophet must also know this. It’s a matter, and you don’t seem to want everyone to know the truth. Is it because Fudge refused to let it, or is it because the Daily Prophet has collected a hush fee and shut up on this matter?"

Suddenly there was a whisper in the bar.

"Someone previously vowed to say that it was her responsibility to let readers know the truth." Hermione sneered sharply.

Rita Skeeter looked at Hermione's tousled hair indifferently and ferociously, obviously unkind.

Without giving Rita Skeeter a chance to speak, Sirius continued, "Poor Mrs. Peter, sacrificed everything for her son, but in exchange for this result. Look at Peter's escape from Azkaban. What good has happened."

"Do you know why Peter Pettigrew used the Imperius Curse to control Crouch? You haven't even reported what Peter Pettigrew did in Crouch's house. Does the Daily Prophet have now become the megaphone of the Ministry of Magic? Yet?"

Sirius was in a particularly happy mood, and he planned to make a big news here.

Rita Skeeter was about to leave with a dark face, but was held in place by Sirius using magic.

"Don't leave in a hurry. Everyone needs the truth, not the trivial truth in your mouth." Sirius said, playing with his wand. You should stay here and listen to what I have said. Go back and write an article about the information I provided. Readers have the right to know the truth. Otherwise, what is the use of you? Do you think everyone is a fool? Or do you think Everyone is a fool?"

Sirius's words were very sharp, and Rita Skeeter, who was fixed in place, directly began to doubt life.

"Dumbledore is a party to this matter."

Sirius smiled and said to the audience in the bar, "That night, he and Bagman went to Barty Crouch to discuss the safety of the second event of the Triwizard Tournament. I think everyone knows this, but you guys I don't know what Dumbledore encountered at Batty's house."

So everyone swallowed, waiting for Sirius to solve the truth of the mystery.

"A very ugly baby who can't even handle life, but can hold on to Dumbledore for a few minutes." Sirius raised his mouth happily and threw a heavy bomb. "That The baby is Voldemort."

When the three words Voldemort popped out of Sirius's mouth, the sound of sucking in cold air and the sound of knocking things over came from the three broomsticks.

Mrs. Rosmerta shook her hand even more, and the entire flagon fell directly to the ground, she didn't even notice it.

"I know you don't want to believe the truth, but this is the truth. In any case, the truth is there. It can't be changed no matter how distorted or concealed." Sirius looked at everyone's expressions and felt more happy. "We don't know Voldemort. He was alive or dead, but he was indeed there, and I don’t know what terrible way to become a baby. Of course, you can rest assured that the baby is dead, but Voldemort ran away under Dumbledore’s nose According to Dumbledore’s memories, Voldemort at the time looked like a ghost, but not a ghost, and spells could not harm it."

"Mr. Sirius, is the demon who can't even mention his name really alive?" the famous wizard couldn't help asking.

"I don't know, we found a lot of experts, but they don't know what the situation is, but I think he should be alive." Sirius said calmly, "It's just that, living in that way, he is in a terrible situation. Very weak, very weak, a famous expert told us that as long as Voldemort continues to wander in this way for a hundred years, its soul will decay, completely lose consciousness, and there may no longer be a threat at that time."

"This is really good news."

"No, this is not really good news." Sirius laughed at himself. "According to the latest news we got, Voldemort dragged Dumbledore, but actually wanted Peter Pettigrew to escape, because as long as Peter escapes, Voldemort There was a way to turn himself into a baby again. Of course, the Ministry of Magic actually knew about this, so Fudge asked Auror to hunt down Peter Pettigrew with all his strength to prevent him from resurrecting Voldemort."

With that said, Sirius found out a wanted list of Peter Pettigrew from nowhere, and joked with a smile, "Believe me, this is definitely the most expensive wanted criminal in history."

Peter Pettigrew's reward is worth 30,000 gallons, which is far higher than Sirius's original wanted.

Everyone looked at Peter Pettigrew's wanted list and was silent.

Peter Pettigrew’s 30,000 Galleon wanted list has been criticized for a long time. In fact, everyone did not understand the reason, but it was indeed surprisingly higher than the bounty, which attracted a large number of bounty hunters.

"The Daily Prophet really doesn't know anything? They just don't want to say, maybe they are afraid of causing panic, but I think they are gradually becoming the tongue of the Ministry of Magic." Sirius looked at Rita Ski with a smile. Te continued, "Don't worry, this whole thing is not over yet, I will tell you some news that the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet are unwilling to tell you."

Everyone's hearts fell to the bottom of the rock, their eyes fixed on Sirius Black, worried about what bad news would come out of the other party's mouth again.

"Remember the Dark Mark in the World Cup. It was actually made by Batty Crouch. Uh, you heard that right. The son of Batty Crouch the old is still alive. We have passed Batty Crouch. The house elf at home confirmed this. I still remember that there was a report in the Prophet’s Daily that'Barty’s house elf was found at the scene.’ Old Barty gave the house elf clothes and fired the poor house elf. Elf."

"So, it's no wonder Shining walked so weirdly back then. If she was dragged, it would make sense. No wonder Harry's wand was in her hand." Hermione suddenly realized.

"Now do you know what happened to the Dark Mark?"

"After the World Cup, Peter took Voldemort to visit Old Batty, so that hapless guy will be controlled by the Imperius Curse. As for Batty, he has been released and is carrying out some evil plan. We suspect that he is Trying to restore Voldemort to his original strength."

"Is this true?"

"It should be true. We once wanted to find Barty Crouch Jr. through a certain prophecy master who lived in Britain. That master didn’t help us fortune-telling Barty’s hiding place, but he told us that later In those years, the environment of the British magical world will get worse and worse, and he has already planned to move."

"Of course, divination is difficult to say, but we will soon see some signs." Sirius shrugged.

"Batti Crouch Jr. is still alive?"

"Yes, I don’t think the news revealed by Barty Crouch’s house elves is false." Sirius shrugged. "As for how Barty Crouch Jr. got out of Azkaban prison He came alive again, his situation is similar to Peter. And the old Batty paid the price of his life for this mistake, which is actually the reason why Peter took the risk of extinction, they tried to cover up the little Batty is still alive, cover up Voldemort trying to get back the original The truth of power, because once the old Batty is alive, he will tell everything. He knows too much and is silenced."

Sirius waved his magic wand, unlocked Rita Skeeter's magic, and said calmly, "Look, is the news I revealed is more valuable than your **** news."

Rita Skeeter said nothing, and walked away without looking back.

"I know you may think this is crazy, but whether you like it or not, this is the truth," Sirius looked at Rita Skeeter's leaving back and laughed at himself, "If the Daily Prophet becomes The Ministry of Magic’s tongue, and deliberately concealed this part of the report, you can subscribe to this issue of the "Guide to Defense", I will explain the whole thing clearly from beginning to end, especially when you need the truth, the "Guide to Defense" "Always bring the truth to everyone, not let you be kept in the dark."

"So you are promoting your own magazine?" Someone couldn't help but mocked.

"Do you think it is necessary to promote a magazine that is about to be blocked?" Sirius was not angry, but asked instead, "Sometimes, people don't like the truth because the truth is so cruel."

Sirius ignored the others, smiled and said a few words to Harry, and then walked towards Albert.

"Great speech, I found your eloquence is surprisingly good." Albert said with a smile, "Still looking for Peter Pettigrew?"

"That guy was offered a reward of thirty thousand gallons. I think this is a good opportunity." Sirius made no secret of his malice. "The reward is that we can split halfway ~ www.novel35.com~ how about it, this is a good deal. I’ll do it myself."

"It's really good, but this is not the place to talk about these." Albert stood up after drinking the butter beer and said, "Change the place, now the chances are slim, I suspect they have left the UK."

"What are Fred, George and Lee Jordan doing to Rita Skeeter?" Hermione asked as she walked to Albert's table with a butterbeer.

"They plan to inform Rita Skeeter about Ludo Bagman." Albert shrugged. "Prepare to use that woman's hand to retaliate against Ludo Bagman for paying the bet with fake Gallon. Jin, they also swallowed their principal, but I don’t think the effect is great. The Ministry of Magic should know some bad things. In the end, at best, Bagman’s reputation would be discredited and he lost his job and ran away. However, I think Bagman I guess it's almost running away."

"Bugman owes a lot of Garon?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

"Many, not only fairies, but also wizards are also in debt. We also set up a debt collection group to get back the principal bet and give Bagman a chance to pay back the money slowly." Sirius shakes He shook his head and said, "But Bagman seems unwilling to pay the money, so you don't have to sympathize with him."

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