Before they knew it, October had arrived.
Viktor had returned from Japan last week, and the shop in Diagon Alley had been rented as well.
It was located at the entrance to South Street, directly opposite the Wizard Cards storefront.
Even though he had not accepted the bet, he still needed to show the proper attitude.
After her birthday, Hermione had undergone a tremendous change.
First, there was the way she dressed. She no longer looked so obviously like a bookworm.
Then, she no longer focused solely on studying, occasionally chatting with her roommates.
The topics young girls discussed were rather childish, but she showed great patience and sometimes even offered her own opinions.
Finally, her temper had improved considerably.
Though she was still far from gentle.
Ever since Fred and George had plastered Percy with cake, they seemed to have found fresh inspiration for pranks.
Every member of the Black Swan Club had been pranked by them to some extent.
Once or twice, the two had been caught red-handed by Snape.
Having only finished detention the day before yesterday, they began searching for new targets as soon as class ended.
Besides studying the Magical Congress special-edition firearms, Vincent made time every day to produce a whole furnaceful of iron-copper alloy.
Once the Diagon Alley shop's renovations were complete, he planned to continue the previous method and sell one hundred card packs a day in limited quantities.
After production increased, he would make adjustments again.
Unfortunately, there were only twenty thousand sets of the new Gwent in stock.
The reason was poor quality—so bad it was completely unbearable to look at.
Percy had to take the blame. There was no way around it.
But he had not lined his own pockets; he had merely wanted to provide students with more