Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 61. The new semester

Hannah, of course, was a new Hufflepuff. When she sat at Hufflepuff's long table, she quickly fitted in and talked to the people next to her.

Della was craning her neck in worry until she saw her getting along good with others.

Fred had a long parchment in front of him. They got the investment and rented the store, but they didn't get enough products.

"I want to make the store extraordinarily full! To the extent that people have to stand on tiptoe and walk sideways. In the middle is a huge circular display platform with our most famous products!"

"But we don't have the most famous product right now." He said to Della.

"I can't put Canary Cream in the most prominent position. Although it's our most popular product at present, it's not shocking enough! A row of biscuits? No way! Absolutely not!" The parchment in front of him was full of words, just like another Hermione.

"We all agree the Skiving Snackboxes would be our famous one! It reminds people of the Weasley twins when they see it! But it's not shocking enough as well."

"It should be as startling as the Firebolt!"

Della gave them an idea: "What about Harry's largest picture in the middle? The savior must be shocked enough."

Harry sat opposite, hearing so he had to look up. "I hear you. Can I refuse? I don't want my picture to be that big."

But Fred was blown away.

George explained to Harry, "never mind. As long as she says, Fred always agrees."

Fred: "You can be our promotion ambassador! We can ask you to take some advertising photos!" Now George also thought it's a good idea.

Harry was about to say no when Ron interrupted, "say yes! Ask them give you a VIP card! So we can get a discount when we go shopping in the future!"

The performance of Fred and George at Harry's birthday party won them not only investment, but also countless clients. On the Hogwarts Express, they received new orders. The twins took the opportunity to promote, and declared that people booked now could enjoy 20% off the opening sale!

What's more, they had launched a VIP service, with a 20% discount.

Ron wanted one, but Fred didn't give him.

He suspected Della must have a card with the highest discount.

Harry began to hesitate. The prank products of the twins were really fun, he was interested in some of them.

Ron whispered to him, "the Canary Creams, the Skiving Snackboxes, and the Decoy Detonators, were all popular! I saw a seventh-grade boy find Fred in the corridor, he ordered 100 of each! I have to say, they do have something!"

However, his brother obviously didn't want to give him gratis for the sake that he was their little brother.

"Even mom has to pay for it." Fred grimaced at him, "but if she makes another big chocolate pudding cake, I'll give her free."

Ron bit back angry, "mom doesn't want your... rubbish!" Then he ran away before Fred could hit him.

"I want to buy some. But if you have a VIP card, we can buy more!" Ron's words worked, Harry finally agreed to shoot ads for Fred and George. They invited Colin Creevey, who was a Gryffindor, Muggle-born, liked to play with the camera. He had a huge camera hanging around his neck every day, and what he took the most was Harry, he was his fan.

When he heard he was going to take a picture of Harry, he immediately agreed.

"We need to find a quiet place." Fred said, "listen, I think the place on the tenth floor is good."

George suggested, "we can also go outside, what about the Quidditch stadium? Harry can put on the Quidditch uniform, so we can have two sets!"

Fred: "Three! Harry can take a picture in Muggle clothes! One in school uniform, one in Quidditch, and one in Muggle."

They were hotly discussing at the dinner table.

The next morning, the new timetable came out.

Fred and George were both in seventh grade, and their schedule said they would take the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test in May.

"We don't have time for this right now." Fred gave the table a frivolous puff and happily stuffed it into his schoolbag, determined to ignore it.

"Wait a moment." Della found the paper out of his bag and laid it out in front of him.

"Honey, I don't need it." said Fred sweetly.

"Yes, you do." Della said gravely. "I don't want a boyfriend who gets ten Os in the N. E. W. T, but neither ten Ts — no matter how much he earns." It was shocked look on Fred's face. Everyone on the table was laughing. Ron whistled happily, obviously, he was glad that Fred was going to have bad luck.

"Are you Hermione?" he asked.

Harry looked up: "Hey, I don't think I'll get ten Ts."

Hermione patted him awkwardly.

Fred begged her, "don't do this to me, honey."

Della was unmoved, but she softed her voiced, "honey, don't give up so soon, I believe you. You do your homework hardly every time, and you never miss a class..."

"In fact, there is. I've never taken a lesson seriously on History of Magic and Divination." Fred stopped her in a low voice.

"As long as you take the exam, you will definitely get a... a medium grade. Not good, not bad, at least..." Della swept across the dining room, and finally found a suitable reference: "No worse than Marcus." Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain of Slytherin, was in his third year of repetition, he had been in seventh grade for three years.

Fred turned to Marcus and suddenly felt confident in himself: "I always suspect he has troll blood." He shrugged, "well, I don't think I'll do too bad."

George quickly asked Della, "hey, it doesn't include me, does it?"

Della shook her head.

George rejoiced exaggerated: "That's great!"

Angelina trotted toward them. She came up to them and put a piece pf parchment in front of George, Fred, Katie and Harry.

George took it as he asked her, who had walked away, "good morning, honey!" Angelina turned to him and nodded curtly.

Fred picked up the parchment and said, "what's this—" After he saw the chart above, he called out to her, "it's not true!"

Angelina said solemnly to all the people staring at the parchment, "this is our training plan, from this afternoon."

Harry's parchment was circulated in Ron and Hermione, both of whom commented on the notes.

Ron's eyes widened, "they should train until 8.30 in the evening!"

Hermione put down the parchment: "Starts at 6 a. m. on Saturdays and Sundays." She shook her head.

Angelina solemnly warned everyone, "you need to make every effort! Squeeze every bit of your energy! We must win the House Cup this year!"

They looked at each another.

Fred: "You seem to leave us time to sleep? How touching!"

George stepped on him and warned him with eyes.

Angelina ignored him, "we've wasted a year! This year, we can't miss another chance!"

In the end, everyone had to agree with the training plan. In other words, no one was willing to challenge her, who was the new captain of Quidditch team, she needed the respect of the team members. She was also a tall and bonny lady. Men were willing to show their gentlemanly demeanor at this time. At the same time, she's strong.

George warned his twin brother, "you won't want to try her fist."

Fred stared at him meaningfully: "Looks like someone has tried."

George whispered to him, "after the Yule Ball of last year..." He covered his left rib, "I almost thought I needed to find Madam Pomfrey."

Fred: "Oh..."

After the busy breakfast, students went to the classroom one after another.

Della and Katie were sitting in the classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The furnishings of this year were different from it of last year.

"It's different every year." Said a boy next to her.

"Because we have a new professor every year." His friends said.

Della took out her textbook from her schoolbag. It was a very thin one, with silver pattern on the black cover of front and back, the title of the book was "The Abyss Whispers".

She turned the pages again and said to Katie, "I can't think of how he's going to teach this course."

Katie shrugged, "me neither. This is a strange book."

After they bought the new book this year, of course, they immediately skimmed through it. This book, was so thin with few pages, which made them all relax at the beginning. But after Hermione read it, they became worried again.

Della: "Is he going to read us poetry?"

This book was not only thin, but also full of short poems, which were illogical and weird, she had no idea with it. What's the strangest thing was, even Hermione didn't understand.

"There are plenty of metaphors, a lot of them!" Hermione frowned and said, "I don't even know what book can tell the metaphorical names and places."

Ron immediately put the book aside. "Well, I don't have to waste my time!"

Hermione glared at him. Harry asked, "are those names obscure?"

Hermione shook her head, "no. I guess the person or god they refer to is not unfamiliar to people, but the poet gives them another name in order to avoid being found out what he's writing. It's like... the Dark Lord is known as You-Know-Who. In the age of these authors, there must be some names that can't be mentioned."

When Sirius appeared, Gryffindor loudly applauded him, while Slytherin were quite indifferent.

He didn't care, and wasn't partial to his side — he stood directly on Gryffindor and winked at Della.

Instead of taking the book, he picked it up from a Gryffindor boy's desk, turned pages with disgust on his face, held it up and said to everyone, "this is the book I read in my childhood, I still have one at home. But, forgive me, I really don't want to see it again. I have been forced to read it since I was a child. I can recite everything in it, so I don't need to hold it to teach you. I reckon this is just right for you all. It's short, less dangerous, and colourful. There are plenty of historical stories and legends in it, which also explains the origins and causes of many things. If you want to learn incantations from them, it provides some directions."

As he said it, people began to look through the books in front of them.

But no one, including Della, could see any "historical stories and legends, origins and causes of things, as well as incantations" from them.

Slytherin students whispered to each another, and they became more obedient in the coming class.

After Hermione had taken the same class, of course, she immediately went into the library, borrowed a bag of books and read them every day.

Fred and his friends had to train every day, Della could only see him at breakfast and in the common room after dinner, and every time he was exhausted to speak a word.

"We're going to have our first game soon," Fred said expectantly at the breakfast table, "Angelina said she would give us two days off before the game! Two days! We don't have to train!"

George was sleeping besides him, Fred pushed him up and urged him to eat at least two sandwiches! "Come on, you can sleep in the classroom!"

Della took over his job: To name, price and complete the products catalogue.

She sat next to Hermione with thick rolls of parchment.

Hermione looked up, "sometimes I really think you and Fred are made for each other." She saw Della writing long product names, this row was hair products.

"Is it?" Della didn't look up. She was working hard to give every product a pleasant name, and at the same time easy to distinguish.

"Are their shop ready now?" Asked Hermione.

"Not yet." Della shook her head. "They don't have enough goods, nor have all kinds of them. People go into a store, of course want to see everything they want. Fred said it's a prank shop, they should have all the prank gadgets inside. Not only the one they invented, but also the mature products that have appeared in the market."

Hermione: "I saw hair oil, hair colouring, softener, lipstick, perfume, nail polish, blush, eyebrow pencil, mascara..." Della understood and gave her a smile.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "it must be influenced by someone, is it?"