Chapter 1152： in action

  Chapter 1152 In action

  At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was frighteningly oppressive, and several Death Eaters who had just joined held their breath nervously.

   "You don't know who did it?"

   After Voldemort asked, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Owner…"

  Voldemort raised his hand to stop Bella from speaking, and continued, "It seems that someone is deliberately provoking me. Who do you think set the devil's flame?"

  Who put it, how would they know.

   Maybe it's Lucius' enemy, and besides, shouldn't you ask the person concerned about this kind of thing?

  Of course, the Death Eaters dare not talk nonsense, anyway, this matter has nothing to do with them.

   There are not a few people who gloat about this.

"It may have something to do with Scrimgeour. That guy made people deliberately spread the word that Malfoy Manor was burned because Lucius betrayed the master, so..." Yaxley didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already obvious .

   "Scremege is indeed a problem, but it is unlikely that he ordered this matter." Voldemort did not think that this matter had anything to do with Scrimgeour.

"Master, this matter has nothing to do with the Order of the Phoenix, but I think Dumbledore may know something." Snape unhurriedly explained to the Dark Lord what he knew: "That night, Dumbledore wanted me to Find out if Lucius' wife and son are still alive, and from his reaction to this incident, I think he probably guessed something."

   "Oh, what a surprise." Voldemort stared at Snape and asked, "Severus, who do you think?"

   "This fire is probably Albert Anderson's revenge." Snape said a name that surprised even the Death Eaters.

   "You mean that **** Mudblood did it?" Bella immediately stared at Snape, wanting a more accurate answer

   "As far as I know." Snape glanced at Bella, and continued: "The Malfoy family is still offering a reward for that guy, and it seems that his shop was looted that night."

   "How can he..."

"Back then, when Lucius got married..." Snape looked at Bella who was gnashing his teeth, and reminded, "With that guy's personality, he would definitely take revenge, so I think he probably did it, He figured it wouldn't be hard to figure out how to use the Dark Mark."

   Intensive whispers sounded again in the hall, and everyone suddenly realized that the Mudblood named Albert Anderson had quietly become their enemy.

   "Master, please leave this matter to me." Bella suddenly raised her hand high, "I have a way to deal with that Mudblood."

   "Oh." Voldemort looked sideways at Bella, "Can you kill that mudblood?"

   "Yes, master, that Mudblood has a fatal weakness, we can target his weakness..." Bella became more and more excited as she spoke, but she seemed worried that others would take the credit for her, so she didn't say the so-called method in the end.

  Snape suddenly understood why Malfoy Manor was burned down.

   "The mudblood will be handed over to you, kill him at any cost, and don't let me down again." Voldemort looked at the expectant Bella, and finally agreed to give her the task of killing the mudblood.

   "Scrimgeour is more trouble than I imagined." Voldemort said to Yaxley, "find a way to get rid of him, or create an opportunity for me to do it myself."

"Master, I'm afraid it will be difficult to succeed in a short period of time." Yaxley lowered his head in shame, seeing Voldemort giving him a chance to explain, he quickly explained, "Because of the murder of Burns last time, Scrimgeour is very concerned about his Safety is very important, he is currently living in a safe house protected by the Fidelity Curse, and it is said that the keeper of the secret is Dumbledore."

  "Scremgeour now stays in the Ministry of Magic, and every time he travels, there are a bunch of Aurors by his side."

   Everyone can hear that this matter is not that Yaxley is incompetent, but that he is really powerless in the current situation.

   "We can try to control Scrimgeour's assistants and poison the drink?" someone suggested.

"No, Scrimgeour's diet is in charge of a house-elf. It is absolutely impossible to kill him by poisoning him. At present, we can only slowly infiltrate the Ministry of Magic." When Yaxley heard the news, he also said Very helpless, "I suggest to keep creating troubles for Scrimgeour, keep him busy and burnt out, and then he will definitely show his flaws."

   "Very well, let everyone take action and find a way to cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort agreed with Yaxley's plan. He actually knew very well that it would not be easy to bring down the Ministry of Magic now.

  …

  In the early morning, after Cedric checked in at the Ministry of Magic, he came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts store in Diagon Alley as a rule to help.

   Sometimes, he felt that he was not an employee of the Ministry of Magic, but an employee of a specialty store.

  Just walked into the shop next door through the side door, looking at the group of people who were packing up, Cedric asked in surprise: "Are you planning...to suspend business?"

   "Yes, it's the off-season. Even if you open a store, you won't make much money. Why don't you concentrate on doing owl mail order." Fred nodded.

   "Because of the last incident?" Cedric guessed the reason.

   "The benefits of continuing to open the store do not bear high risks, so we simply suspend store operations."

   "What should I do if the Defense Against the Dark Arts props in the specialty store are sold out?" He asked with a frown

"We will continue to provide goods to specialty stores." Fred forced the packed cardboard box into the suitcase, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and handed the suitcase to Cedric, which was for the Ministry of Magic and Goods prepared by specialty stores.

   "Don't worry, we will give the product directly to my dad in the future, and he will be responsible for handing it over to you." George patted Cedric on the shoulder and said, "By the way, this is a gift from Albert for you."

   As he spoke, George gave Cedric a bottle of French champagne.

   "Albert is back?" Cedric asked curiously.

   "This is a gift from him." George shrugged.

   "That guy might be traveling around the world with his wife now!" Fred said sourly.

   "If you are free, come and help me pack the things on the shelves." Lee Jordan put the boxes on the ground, and couldn't help complaining to several people.

   "Are you done outside?" Fred asked with a smile.

"How can it be?"

  Lee Jordan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, turned his head to Cedric and said, "The next door wants you to quickly take the things over there for inspection."

   "Then I'll go first, thank Albert for me." Cedric smiled and walked away.

   "Why did you just..." Shanna asked puzzled.

   "That's to protect Cedric's safety," Fred shrugged and explained, "Sometimes knowing too much may not be a good thing."

   "I feel like you're talking about me." Shanna raised her eyebrows slightly, "Do I have to move there too?"

   "Well, I suggest you move in together, it's safer there." A familiar voice suddenly sounded in the room.

   "Why are you always elusive?" George said angrily.

   "I'm here to arrange for Shanna." Albert smiled apologetically at Shanna: "The situation is a bit unexpected, and I didn't expect to involve you."

"The Malfoy family is looking for me." Albert didn't intend to hide anything, and said directly, "Ten thousand Galleons is enough to make many guys in the gray area lose their minds. I think they will definitely figure out the relationship between this shop and me. They After not being able to find me, will probably try to find me through my friends."

   "So, you burned their house down?"

"Speak nonsense without evidence, I will sue you for defamation!" Albert shifted his gaze to Shanna again: "If you don't like this job, I still have a lot of manuscripts that need someone to help compile and organize. Of course, the salary It’s not as high as this, but it’s better than safety.”

   "No, I really like this job." Shanna shook her head.

"so be it!"

  After solving Shanna's problem, Albert turned his attention to the Weasley brothers again.

   "After you finish your work here, take the time to contact Zuko."

   "Let's go, we really don't have to worry about **** up."

   "I trust you." Albert continued to exhort, "The Ministry of Magic seems to plan to arrange a patrol team in Hogsmeade, but it may not be safe there, so your safety is the first priority in the past."

   Just then, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

   Several people drew out their wands to be vigilant.

  Lee Jordan quickly glanced at the Marauder's map and reminded: "It's Mr. Arthur, I guess he's here to find you."

   "What about the Alberts?"

  George found that in the blink of an eye, Albert disappeared from under their noses.

"have no idea."

  Fred pushed the door and walked out, saying hello to the people outside: "Why are you here?"

   "Your mother was worried when she found out about this." Arthur looked at his sons, "You really don't intend to..."

   "You don't have to worry about this, we will temporarily move to a safe house protected by the Loyalty Curse, and we will only do owl mail order for a long time." Fred comforted, "Sirius' house is not very convenient."

   "For the products in the specialty store, we will let Dobby deliver them to his home, and you will hand them over to Cedric when the time comes." George added.

   "Well, if that's the case." Mr. Weasley was a little helpless, but he also knew that he might not be able to convince Fred and George, so he said, "Remember to go home some time, don't let your mother worry."

  …

   "Albert really knows how to call people!"

   "Come on, aren't you happy to have a vacation?" Lee Jordan wanted to kick the hypocrite a few times.

  If possible, he would like to talk to Zuko by himself, but it is not enough to rely on the house elves and Shanna alone. The items that have just arrived in the safe house need to be sorted out as soon as possible, so that they can be delivered to the owl mail order students.

   "Why did Albert invite Zuko to join?" Shanna asked puzzled.

   "Someone's gotta get ahead!" George said meaningfully.

  After putting on the formal clothes, Fred and George left the safe house together and apparated directly to Hogsmeade.

  There has just been a light rain here, the hot summer has quietly receded from Hogsmeade, and the weather has become cooler.

  Fred and George walked towards the familiar Zuko joke shop.

  At this moment, the owner of Zonko's Joke Shop is sitting listlessly in front of the counter. Since the Weasley brothers' "Happy House" opened and took all the business in the shop, he has realized that the joke shop may not be able to continue.

"welcome…"

  Seeing someone entering the store, Zuko's eyes lit up, but when he raised his head, he found that the person who came was the culprit who caused his store to almost close down, and his face suddenly darkened.

   "Why, what do you two want to see me for?"

  Zoko suppressed the anger in his heart, but his tone of voice still couldn't help being yin and yang.

  No way, in Zuko’s eyes, the two **** in front of him are purely here to make him unhappy, and it would be **** if they spoke in a nice tone.

  Fred and George looked at each other, didn't care about each other's eccentric tone, and said straight to the point, "We're here to invite you."

   "Invitation?" Zoko looked at the former customer with a strange expression.

   "We're going to open a branch in Hogsmeade," said George.

"So, you plan to turn my shop into your branch?" Zuoko was stunned for a moment, and finally figured out what the other party was up to, and roared angrily at the two: "Get out, you are not welcome here, get out of here go out."

"you sure?"

  George looked at Zuko who lost his composure, and calmly reminded: "Your store has lost its core competitiveness, and it will close sooner or later..."

  Before George finished speaking, he saw a curse flying towards him, and quickly turned his head to avoid it.

   Angry Zoko glared at the group of villains in front of him. He had already raised his wand, planning to use a curse to drive them out.

   However, he soon found himself unable to move.

"do not be angry."

   "He will definitely be angry!"

   "Speak up and we'll go."

George looked helplessly at the old acquaintance who was fixed in place by the body-binding spell, and shook his head and said, "I have to remind you that the closure of this store is a normal competition, at least we didn't engage in those rotten tricks like you , don’t think what you did, we don’t know.”

"Think about it, at least we are willing to share this cake with you, which is already the greatest sincerity." George calmly explained the cruelest reality to Zuko, "Of course, we don't mind waiting for your store After closing down, buy your store, reopen a new branch, or find another store to open a branch, then you will definitely have nothing.”

  George is actually reluctant to distribute the profits to others, but he thinks that Albert may have other deep meanings in doing so.

"Think about it carefully, don't make things difficult for Garen." Fred smiled and patted Zuko on the shoulder, then pulled out the wand from his hand and put it on the counter, so that this guy would not know what to do with them after the spell was lifted. Chant a curse.

After the full-body binding spell on Zuko was lifted, he immediately rushed to the counter, took his wand and pointed at the Weasley brothers who had disappeared at the door of the store, but he didn't run over to attack them in the end, because from what the other party said , Joko realized that the other party actually knew about the tricks he used that couldn't be put on the table, and it was already very sincere to be able to come and invite him.

   It’s just that this matter fell into Zoko’s eyes, it was extremely hypocritical, but... his throat trembled slightly, he rushed out of the shop, looked at the two people who were about to go away, and shouted: "Wait, you..."

   "We don't know much about this, and Albert will talk to you in person." George stopped and turned to Zuko, "We just came here to tell you about this in advance."

   "Cooperation can win-win."

   Speaking, Fred and George walked towards the owl postman nearby, and they were going to talk to the owner of the owl post office here to talk about renting owls.

   "These bastards!"

  Zoko slammed his fist on the door frame, looked at the back of Fred and George leaving, and roared angrily. He knew very well in his heart that the joke store could no longer be opened. After losing its product advantages, his store would lose its core competitiveness. It would be a matter of time before he was eliminated, otherwise they would not want to try to suppress their opponent's store by other means .

  The plan failed.

   Joko is a smart guy!

  He didn't want to leave in despair and lose the Galleons he had earned before.

   That's right, there's no need to make things difficult for Garen.

  At least it can have a decent ending.

   Zuko suddenly wanted to see the other side.

  What kind of guy is that young man named Albert Anderson?

  Just as Joko returned to the store, he suddenly felt something behind him.

  When he suddenly turned his head, he suddenly felt that his whole body was light and light, and the worry about the closure of the joke shop in his mind was swept away, leaving only a hazy, invisible and intangible joy.

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  (end of this chapter)