Chapter 1147： Don't follow the rules

Chapter 1147: Not following the rules

 Hearing Albert say there would be guests later, Fred, George and Lee Jordan all felt bad for a moment.

 Those who deserve Albert's special attention and even make a trip are obviously not those who are not on the stage, otherwise they can solve the problem themselves.

"It must be the poster of Constipation Ren on the window. I've told you before that that thing attracts too much hatred." Shanna felt that Fred, George and Lee Jordan were working too hard and dared to blatantly make fun of the mysterious man. She was It's not surprising that Death Eaters are targeting them. Even if they are not Death Eaters, there may be people who pretend to be Death Eaters to cause trouble for them.

"I don't think those people are that stupid." George didn't think the Death Eaters would dare to trouble them. After all, the Ministry of Magic's stronghold is next door, and the Ministry of Magic is looking for Death Eaters everywhere. No one is stupid enough to fall into the trap.

“Some people are jealous, some want to cause trouble, some want to get rich, some think this store is in the way, and some want to eliminate competitors.” Albert’s understatement made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"How do you know... Oh, by the way, divination, I almost forgot about this?" Fred glanced at the magic mirror in the corner, and his eyes fell back on the Marauder's Map that Albert had just handed over.

"You guys have been too ostentatious these days. I think you should close the store temporarily and only accept owl mail orders." As soon as Albert finished speaking, Fred and George reacted strongly.

"That's for your safety, and after Hogwarts starts school, the business in this store will gradually become deserted. The defense against dark arts props are guaranteed by the store next door, so leave the joke props to Zuko. , then your work will be much easier and safer.”

“It seems like you’ve got Zuko!” Fred couldn’t help but laugh. Setting up a branch in Hogsmeade seemed like a good idea.

“Did you predict something bad?” George frowned slightly. He felt that Albert must have predicted something.

"No, I'm just in case." Albert shook his head and reminded: "Even divination is not omnipotent. It is always right to be careful. It will not prevent us from making money anyway."

Albert has recently been trying to use divination to record and eliminate troubles he may encounter in the future, and to find panel tasks for himself, but he does not want others to pin their hopes on him.

People cannot be wrong, as can be seen from Dumbledore, so they cannot be allowed to rely too much on prophecies.

"Should we go next door and notify the people at the Ministry of Magic?" Zannah looked away from the magic mirror and couldn't help but suggest, "Maybe, we can..."

 “There’s no one next door.” Fred interrupted, shaking his head.

"Can…"

"The Ministry of Magic is not a fool, how could it leave people to keep vigil in Diagon Alley." Lee Jordan curled his lips disdainfully and said: "Actually, patrolling during the day is just a pretense, it can intimidate those who want to take the opportunity to cause trouble. By the way, it will increase everyone's confidence in the Ministry of Magic, so that it won't matter if you encounter real trouble."

The actual level of the so-called crisis response team is really average. It is incomparable to Aurors, no, even trainee Aurors. Kingsley often complained about this matter.

"I can handle them all by myself." Albert said domineeringly: "And if you don't let them see the opportunity, do you think that group of evil guests will take the initiative to come to your door? They are not idiots."

"Is it too dangerous for you to be alone?" Shanna said worriedly: "No matter how helpless the few of us are, we should be able to help out a little!"

 “Are we going to catch them all this time?” Fred asked excitedly.

"What to do in one fell swoop? That's the job of the Ministry of Magic. We'd better not steal jobs from them. It's enough to give those bad guys an unforgettable lesson." Albert has no intention of doing a thankless job, and the task is also He was only asked to keep the "Happy House" and the black magic defense props store, not to catch all the people in the future.

 As long as they are beaten to pain, few people will dare to cause trouble to them in the future.

The easiest way is to wait for them to arrive and throw a few mandrake roots outside, which will surely kill the unsuspecting guys. However, in order to avoid damaging the atmosphere of the magic world, Albert finally gave up. This is the simplest way to prevent others from throwing mandrake roots around as weapons in the future.

 …

At this moment, in a dilapidated house in Knockturn Alley, a group of cloaked men were meeting urgently.

 “Is it too hasty?” There was uneasiness in the voice of the speaker.

"We can't give them any reaction time." The masked cloaked man reminded, "The more people know, the less likely it is to keep it secret."

 “I almost didn’t react.”

 There is no way, no matter how you look at it, the plan was too rushed from formulation to execution.

 “That’s not the point.” Another cloaked man said, “We must not let others suspect us.”

"No, I've already taken care of it, and they are all on the wanted list of the Ministry of Magic. After completing this deal, they will immediately leave the UK with Galleons." The speaker almost patted his chest to assure himself.

 “Why not wait until late at night, or at dawn?”

 “That’s what they want.”

Everyone here knows very well what "they" refers to. Death Eaters have caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic recently.

This operation obviously also has the shadow of Death Eaters.

Of course, there are also reasons for wanting the Death Eaters to take the blame.

 “Do you have anything to say?” Mr. Toller turned his head and looked at his son.

"I think the biggest problem is that you ignored one person!" Kenneth frowned and reminded, "I suspect that the owner of that shop is not the Weasley twins at all. They don't have Galleons at home, and those dark magic defense items It’s not something they can create.”

“You mean Albert Anderson?” Mr. Toller frowned slightly. Kenneth had told him about this. He saw that his son was very afraid of the guy named Anderson.

"Yes, that shop probably belongs to him. Otherwise, given the poverty of the Weasley family, they might not even be able to pay the rent of the store. Anderson probably distributed the profits to the Weasley brothers and asked them to help with the business. He used to be in school I just like doing this." Kenneth looked at his father and warned: "You have never dealt with Anderson, so you don't know how dangerous he is, and he is also a master of divination."

Kenneth noticed the cannibalistic look his father gave him and quickly shut his mouth. He didn't dare to say anything here, but he still hoped that his father would give up this stupid plan.

However, this is obviously impossible.

They once tried to manufacture and resell low-quality dark magic defense items, but were blocked by the Ministry of Magic's exclusive sales, resulting in a large accumulation of goods and a lot of debt. If no action was taken, they would probably go bankrupt soon.

 For the Tolles, who have been living in a gray area all year round, how could they tolerate this happening.

As long as that shop disappears, as long as the Ministry of Magic's specialty store disappears, and the wizarding world becomes chaotic again, they will naturally be able to easily benefit from it.

  Yes, benefits.

If there is no benefit at all, who would be stupid enough to take the risk and become Voldemort's pawn.

 It can only be said that the people gathered here are all for their own interests.

Someone is blocking their way to get rich, and they gather here just to make the person blocking their way disappear.

 “You shouldn’t have said those words just now.”

　　After the cloaked men left, Mr. Toller glared at his son dissatisfiedly.

“You shouldn’t put everything on the line.” Kenneth frowned and said, “You didn’t understand your enemy from the beginning. You don’t understand what kind of guy you are about to face.”

"That's enough, I don't want to hear this, and we have no retreat." Mr. Toler looked at his son and reminded him expressionlessly: "Kenneth, you have to remember that if you want to make money from the gray area, , just don’t tell others the rules and follow the steps, you will only make yourself lose in a mess."

 “If you don’t want to go, just stay here.”

The Tollers have actually been eyeing the big cake of Defense Against the Dark Arts for a long time, but the Ministry of Magic has been too harsh on the monopoly, which has caused most of the shops and stalls selling low-quality Defense Against the Dark Arts props to collapse.

 They have no way out.

 What's more, no one thinks they will fail.

 Because many people want the troublesome people in front of them to disappear and get those manufacturing technologies.

Even if the Ministry of Magic pursues the case, it was done by You-Know-Who's minions. Even the excuse is ready, that is, the constipation poster on the window, which is simply an insult to You-Know-Who.

Kenneth Toler frowned at his father and couldn't help but sigh. He still felt that this was a rather stupid approach.

Even if tonight's operation is successful, what if their store is severely damaged?

 Do you still expect others not to retaliate?

If it were anyone else, Kenneth wouldn't object, because doing business step by step really doesn't make money.

 But the opponent is Albert!

The group of dark wizards who were executed a while ago, isn't it difficult to give them a **** warning?

Executed by Scrimgeour?

 Perhaps so.

But Kenneth was sure it was because of Albert. It was not difficult to see this from the store.

 “Why can’t they see clearly!”

Kenneth looked at the retreating figures of the group and sighed heavily. He was sure that Albert would have a way to find his father.

 (End of this chapter)