HPROP CHP. 44

For Charles, this holiday was the most productive ever. His body was a lot of stronger, and his healthy body greatly improved his magic growth rate.

His magic was no longer at the bottom, but it still was not much stronger than before. Meh, at least there was still some improvements.
The hidden enchantment effect is not bad, and now Charles just needs to not be in contact with the curse to blow up the house, or else the magic department will have a huge reaction. About the dark magic, Charles also analyzed some of the magic deformation, and his research bore fruits.

Charles often received the letter of Ron and Hermione. Hermoine, who cannot use the magic during the holidays, is full of resentment, Ron is with his parents, and his envelope is often accompanied by Fred and George’s letters.

Their letters have talk more about ideas for magical items and the exchanging of ideas, besides the technical content of why some items would fail, and all that.

Ron may have been too bored at home doing nothing, and since the twins are really interested in Charles, a few people strongly asked Charles to be a guest. Charles is pretty much a manager: very important for looking over the twins’ business and magic items production talent, so Charles just thought about it for a little while, and was willing to visit the twins.

He used the Floo network, a familiar dizziness after the trip, and Charles arrived at
the Weasley home.

The house looks like a mashup of weird things and Charles presumed that it should have been built with magic. Four to five chimneys are erected on the red roof. Above the door was board that said “The Burrow”. The front door stood some high boots and a rusty crucible. Some brown chicks are pecking on the ground.
Charles went up to the door, politely knocked. A burst of rapid footsteps later, the door
opened, and the twins’ identical faces greeted him.
“Hello,” said the two together. “Welcome to the Burrow!”
Charles smiled and walked in with the twins.
The room was small and quite narrow. Looking around, in the middle were clean wooden table and chairs.
There is only one pointer to the clock hanging on the wall, but there was no
figure at all. Instead, the edge was filled with words such as “the tea”, “the chicken” and “late”.

There are three sides of the wall with the thick book, and  the titles were “To Make Your Cheese Become Delicious”, “Cooking Charm” and “One Minute Dinner” –  it was amazing!

If Harry had not heard it wrong, the old radio next to the sink had just announced that it was “Witching Hour, hosted by the popular witch singer Celestina Warbeck.”

Mrs. Weasley was busy doing housework, and she was wearing an apron with a wand in her pocket. Despite looking very kind, Charles will not underestimate her because this woman is completely a tigress. After all, the last Death Eater that had remained, Bellatrix Lestrange, was dead because of a duel between her an the Weasley.

“You are welcome to come here, boy! Ron, Fred and George often talk about you,” she said, giving a smile in Charles’s direction.
“Oh no.” Charles replied, “I’m just a little more brainy than the others.”

“There ‘s no restraint here, boy, and Ron’ s treatment of the Goblin in the garden of the backyard will be done for a while.” Mrs. Weasley said, “Fred and George, you two take care of the guest.”

“Obeyed!” They answered in unison.
The twins quickly hurried with Charles into the two rooms, one of which contained candy in the cabinet. Another low voice said: “This is our possession of candy, from Honeydukes!”
“Do not tell our mother!”
“Thank you!” Charles said, picking up a golden tablet and looked at them. “Is this corn flavored?”
“Very delicious!”
Charles smiled, “You can’t prank me! How can I not know when I’ve just been to the store recently?”
“Oh,” the twins look at each other with embarrassed smiles, and then one
of them introduced the product to Charles: “What you are holding is the fat
tongue toffee, and this is the canary candy. Our new products.”
“It’s very creative,” Charles said.
“So… Tell us about the defects?” Said the twins with a thirsty look.
“No!”
.   .   .
“I believe that you do not want to see an imperfect prank product!” One of them said.
“You have to understand that mischief is our life!” The other went on.
“Please!” Said the two together.
“Ah, fine!” Charles hesitated for a while “Since you sincerely ask me, then I will tell
you!” Charles’ eyes over the twins who quickly nodded excitedly.
“Come closer.” Charles waved his hand and said that they had put their ears closer, and the two had swiftly done it.
Charles whispered: “Really want to know?”
“Yes!” The twins heads pecked like chicks to rice.
“Well,” Charles said, “Listen.  The defects of your work is …”
“A secret!”
The twins fell over. The room was occupied by the noise of bodies thudding on the floor!
Charles only laughed at the faces of the twins who fell to the ground and now had some very big bumps.
“Ehhh, how ungraceful.” Charles said. “I know you’re going to start a joke shop and I want to invest.”
“Really?” the twins climbed up, hopeful.
“Yes. Now I will give you some start – up funds. You can find some Hogwarts students to sell your products and the accumulation of some pre-fundings will be a way to gain profits.”
“Awesome, how much are you going to invest?” One of them asked.
“1000 Galleons!” Joe took out his prepared contract: “You can look at this and then decide.”
“Oh!”
“I’ll be able to help you make some prank products, but I have a requirement: I want you to make three percent of your profit.” Charles continued.
“Are you not afraid of losing money?” Said the the two.

“I believe in your abilities!”
“Thank you!” Twins were touched by Charles’ trust and they embraced Charles.
After carefully checking the contract signed his name.
“So happy!” Charles stretched out his right hand “I hope you can keep the promise!”
“Happy!” The twins shook hands with Charles.