Everyone deliberately avoided the fact that Ron was controlled by Peter Pettigrew, and the focus soon shifted to Sirius. The Weasley family was very interested in his escape career for more than half a year and the truth of the incident thirteen years ago.
Fred and George kept asking questions, eyes twinkling with admiration.
Regarding some details that were not mentioned in the newspaper, Sirius said a few words briefly, everyone listened carefully, and Percy even took a pen to write it down.
After talking like this for more than half an hour, the topic shifted to other places.
With Sirius' optimistic and cheerful personality, the Weasleys quickly became familiar with him.
The atmosphere in the ward became more and more relaxed, with cheerful laughter sounding from time to time, in stark contrast to the gloom and gloom of other wards around.
Lupine, Sirius, and Mrs. Weasley sat together and continued to recall the past, while the rest sat around Ron's hospital bed, exchanging ideas about Christmas gifts and what they had seen in the past few days.
Ron took the owl out of its cage, and Ginny was listening as he was discussing with Harry a name for the little fellow.
On the small sofa in front of the hospital bed, Percy and Hermione were whispering about the holiday homework assigned by the professors before Christmas, as well as future jobs, career arrangements, and so on.
In half a year, Percy will graduate from Hogwarts.
He had already planned to work at the Ministry of Magic. His grades in the Higher Wizarding Level Examination were very good, and he could choose almost any department at will. He is now hesitating whether to go to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
In the corner, Fred and George showed Ivan the joke products they had newly developed in the past few days, and Ivan told them about the store by the way.
Fred and George were so overjoyed that they wanted to visit the shop at once.
Now that they are going to sell it publicly, they decided to increase the production of joke products. Due to the limitation of funds, most of the products that have been researched and developed are only made a few.
"Quick-acting skipping candies, fake magic wands, and remote-controlled dung eggs. These products were very popular at the time, and the supply was in short supply. We can start with these things and increase sales little by little." Fred took out a small notebook from his pocket, It is densely packed with various products and test data.
"There's nothing wrong with fake wands!" Ivan turned his head and glanced at Hermione cautiously, and said in a low voice, "Be careful with quick-acting skipping candies and remote-controlled shit, Hermione really hates these things, she thinks it's too inappropriate health."
"My mother is the same way, she confiscated almost all our products!" Fred said angrily, "She found our order list when she was cleaning the room, she had a big fight with us, and put the order Just burn it all."
"We have suffered a lot, and she still does not allow us to conduct research in this area in the future." George continued, "She thinks this is not doing business properly, and she asks us to devote more energy to our studies. Judging by her appearance, it must be Hope we're going to work at the Ministry like Daddy and Percy, it sucks!"
As if sensing that the three of them were discussing something furtively, Mrs. Weasley came over suddenly, and Fred hurriedly put the notebook in his arms.
"What are you doing, is it related to Weasley's magic trick again?" Mrs. Weasley asked seriously.
"No, we are exchanging vacation homework with Aiwen." Fred said hastily, waving his hand.
"Ivan, didn't you just say that you were a little thirsty, let's go and drink something, and buy some drinks for everyone by the way!" George pushed Ivan.
The three of them hurried out of the ward under Mrs. Weasley's suspicious gaze.
"This is Mrs. Weasley" Ivan was still a little confused about the situation.
"You know, we've been keeping this stuff a secret from Percy, Ron, and Ginny," explained Fred. People know about it."
"Now everyone knows that mom has been angry." George sighed and said dejectedly, "Ivan, you'd better be careful recently. Mom has been investigating our sources of funding, and she's starting to suspect you!"
"Mrs. Weasley's reaction may have been a bit extreme, and this matter is not as bad as she imagined." Ivan said, "In my opinion, opening a joke shop is no worse than working for the Ministry of Magic. "
"That's what we thought, in fact, we just want to open a joke shop." Fred and George said in unison.
"Maybe we can talk to her"
"Better not!" said Fred. "She won't say anything to you, but if she knows we're taking so much money from you for research, she'll explode."
"Yes, Mommy will kill us both, without hesitation!" George made a gesture around his neck.
Ivan listened to Fred and George's complaints and didn't know what to do.
No matter how you looked at it, Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let them open a magic joke shop unless they were successful first.
The three of them walked to the tea room on the sixth floor, Hermione and Ginny chased up from behind.
"What are you doing here?" Fred asked warily.
"Mom asked us to come over and look at the three of you. She looked very worried, afraid that you would throw some big shit in the corridor." Ginny said with a smile.
"Oh!" George looked at Ginny pitifully, "My dear little sister"
"Don't take it to heart, I won't inform. I think the joke products you researched are very interesting and very popular in school." Ginny said.
"But it cannot be denied that those things are dangerous and extremely unhygienic, the remote-controlled big dung egg is the most obvious example." He didn't laugh, "Mrs. Weasley is right, you can't sell those things to other people ,This is"
Before Hermione could finish speaking, Fred and George hurriedly pushed Ivan out.
"I'll leave it to you, brother!" They dragged Ginny and hurried to the sixth floor, leaving only Ivan and Hermione in the corridor.
Because Ivan was very close, Hermione's face turned red all of a sudden.
"Don't blame Fred and George, they just want to bring everyone a little joy." Ivan could feel Hermione's breath.
"I know," whispered Hermione, taking a hasty step back.
The two of them didn't continue to talk about this question, and turned to talking about the decorations in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.
Alvin and Hermione walked through double doors and saw a rickety staircase with a portrait of a grim therapist on the wall.
The therapists yelled at them as they climbed the stairs, diagnosing bizarre ailments and devising dire remedies.
Fred, George, and Ginny didn't know where they went, and Ivan and Hermione didn't see the three of them.
The two of them bought a few cans of drinks from the sixth floor, and when they returned to the fifth floor, they stopped suddenly.
Not far ahead, behind the small window in the double doors marked Charms Injury, a man with his nose pressed against the glass was staring at them: curly blond hair, bright blue eyes, a dazed look. Smile, showing dazzlingly white teeth.
"My God!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, "it's Professor Lockhart!"(.)