A New Battlefield

George and Fred exchanged a glance and shrugged at the same time. "Actually, we did talk about it. If Percy handled the Training Center, he'd probably do a great job."

Fred nodded in wholehearted agreement. "In that bastard's eyes, these annoying clients might turn into incredibly valuable connections. Oh, I can hardly imagine the expression he'd wear standing in the Training Center lobby."

George sprang up from the sofa, standing ramrod straight with his hands lightly clasped together and his chin raised. With an absurdly smug expression, he said, "George, Fred, I hope you two go play somewhere else. This is a serious Ministry of Magic department."

Suddenly, George's eyes lit up. He took a few steps forward, his face taking on the gentleness of someone greeting a dear brother. "Oh, dear Mr. Smith, welcome..."

"HAHAHAHA..." Fred pointed at George, laughing so hard he collapsed onto the sofa.

"Oh, George Fred, you shouldn't talk about your own brother like that..." Neville reminded them awkwardly, but in the end, he burst out laughing along with everyone else.

George's animated expression had simply been too hilarious.

"That reminds me..." Anton raised a brow. "What do you think about asking Percy to join the Training Center?"

George froze. "Uh..."

Fred gave it some serious thought. "Maybe he really could do a pretty good job."

"That's actually possible." George spread his hands. "Sometimes we have to admit that Percy is Mum's pride and joy."

"Speaking of those upperclassmen..." Hannah adjusted her glasses. "Percy Weasley from Gryffindor, Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, Fane Goldstein from Slytherin, Ravenclaw... Hmm, I'm not familiar with Ravenclaw... But those are all excellent candidates."

"Merlin's beard!" George stared wide-eyed at Hannah. "And George and Fred, your upperclassmen."

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Oh, really? You outstanding upperclassmen who are desperately cramming because