Hearing Albert say that guests would be arriving later, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all instantly had a bad feeling.
Anyone worth Albert's special attention—and worth making a trip for—obviously could not be some insignificant rabble. Otherwise, they could handle the problem themselves.
"It must be that Constipation Man poster in the window. I said ages ago that thing was too good at making enemies." Shanna thought Fred, George, and Lee Jordan had gone too far. They had actually dared to openly mock The Dark Lord. It was hardly surprising that the Death Eaters had noticed them. And even if it was not the Death Eaters, someone might use their name as an excuse to cause trouble for them.
"I don't think they're that stupid." George did not believe the Death Eaters would dare come after them. The Ministry of Magic had an outpost next door, and it was hunting Death Eaters everywhere. No one would be foolish enough to walk into a trap.
"Some people are jealous. Some want to cause trouble. Some want to make money. Some think this shop is in their way. Others want to eliminate the competition." Albert's casual tone made everyone breathe a little easier.
"How did you know... Oh, right, Divination. I nearly forgot about that." Fred glanced at the Beast-Revealing Mirror in the corner before turning his eyes back to the Marauder's Map Albert had just handed him.
"You've been too high-profile lately. I think you should close the shop temporarily and only accept orders by owl post." The moment Albert finished speaking, Fred and George both reacted strongly.
"That's for your safety. Besides, once Hogwarts starts again, business here will gradually quiet down. The Defense Against the Dark Arts items are covered by the specialist shop next door, and Zoko can