"It doesn't matter if you have mice in the house - try this Spirit Cat Biscuit! Make your child a mouse-catcher!"
"Do you want to experience the feeling of drifting? Owl Biscuits only costs seven Sickles for one serving, so you are safe!"
"Always bedridden, ha! You have found the right store, Rooster Biscuit, your wife will be your punctual alarm clock."
Although the content sounds very unreliable, wizards seem to accept this, and many people line up to buy it every day.
In addition, many prank props here are also very popular. It is not difficult to imagine how prosperous the business will be in the future. No wonder Weasleys has money to hire people to help sell them.
Under the 93 Diagon Alley store—that is, the unopened store, snowflakes once again fell on Sean's head.
Minerva·McGonagall pursed his lips into a stern arc, and there was more of a deep sense of loss in his eyes. They arrived too late and didn't even see what the unopened store was selling.
"Maybe we can come earlier tomorrow, Mr. Green."
she comforted.
Sean vaguely felt that the professor had misunderstood something, but he heard the witch behind him yell:
"Mr. Green! Merlin's beard——You are finally here, please come in quickly."
Sean When he turned around, the friendly witch was walking over in surprise.
She looked at Professor McGonagall:
"Professor McGonagall, I am very honored to meet you. Oh - Mr. Green, I am Emily Gert, the acting store manager of Weasley & Green's Magical Tricks Emporium."
The scattered wizards all stopped and watched as the store manager led Sheen into the store without any explanation.
"Green? Who is that?"
"What a familiar name..."
"Of course it sounds familiar, idiot, didn't you hear it? Weasley & Green's Magical Tricks Emporium."
Compared to their confusion and surprise.
Professor McGonagall was completely stunned. She listened to the conversation of the two wizards, one large and one small, with some astonishment.
Sean is obviously several heads shorter than the agent store manager, but the relationship between the two is like a superior versus a subordinate, oh no, it's probably a superior versus a subordinate.
The store seems to have been roughly renovated. There are multiple sections inside, and some magic props are placed in them.
For example, the magic props display area: Headless Hat, Fake Wand, edible Dark Mark and other magic props with practical functions are sold there.
The dazzling candy area provides candies with special effects such as Fainting Fancies.
There is also the Fireworks section with a chimney that is smoking: Weasley Swish-Bang fireworks are the iconic product there, divided into simple version and deluxe version, the deluxe version even sells for 15 Gold Galleons.
Of course, the one at the front is the Animal Party Biscuits series, and now they are standing in front of this empty display window.
"Oh - Mr. Green, Animal Party Biscuits are sold out! What a surprise, I can see you here!
No matter what, please add some quickly, otherwise the wizards outside may eat me! "
Acting store manager Emily Gert was very anxious.
Life is always full of surprises, just like Sean did not expect that his Transfiguration Biscuits inventory would be stripped away by the store manager who appeared out of nowhere.
"Gentlemen Fred found me to be the acting store manager. Although I am Hufflepuff, I am very interested in these novel alchemy props... especially candies, and Animal Party Biscuits.
Mr. Fred paid me a lot Gold Galleons in advance and gave me a very high commission. Oh, thank you so much to you and Mr. Fred, this is a super job! "
Emily Gert replenished the biscuits, was no longer in a hurry, and chatted with Sean about other topics with respect.
"By the way, the ledgers are all here..."
She opened a Wooden Cabinet box protected by magic. Inside were many notes and Parchment notes for recording.
Sean was stunned when he picked up Parchment - on December 30th, the profit was one hundred and one Gold Galleons ten Sickles.
Wait a minute... how much is this?
"We haven't opened yet, and this number will double when we open!"
When Emily Gert reported to work, her lightly freckled face was full of pride.
Coming out of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the smile on Professor McGonagall's face could no longer be suppressed.
Sean's eyes were out of focus. He was thinking that no wonder Weasley's Wizard Wheezes later had more than sixty branches. Alchemy, like Potions, was Magical World's hugely profitable industry.
Especially when the publicity and marketing of Weasleys is not weak at all, they have already made a name for themselves in this Christmas with the Animal Party Biscuits series.
Sean knew he was an angel investor, but he didn't expect the returns would be so quick...
He will not participate in any decisions in the store. This is what he has discussed with Weasley. But on the contrary, he accounted for 51% of the total income.
Weasleys said this:
"I would like to express my highest respect to Great Green! Weasley will support you - never change!"
Diagon Alley's narrow alley, Sean and Professor McGonagall coming out of the back door are two completely different states.
Sean is thinking whether he has suddenly become rich, while Professor McGonagall is feeling deep joy and a trace of imperceptible loss.
He always made people worry-free, which was good, but not that good either.
"That's a very good idea. Mr. Weasley found you, right?"
asked the professor.
Sean nodded and took out a magic contract from the bag.
The professor was even more satisfied. She was always proud of him.
An obscenely fat owl flew away from Eeylops Owl Emporium. Twilfitt and Tatting's and Sean on the side had been matched by the professor to give them full... nobility.
The deep black robe was entangled with strands of silver threads, and the corners of the robe were consciously held up. The collar is white and straight, and the silver threads gather into complex lines, making people unconsciously focus on the deep and bright green eyes.
All in all, it is both profound and cool without losing grace.
Then Professor McGonagall seemed to remember something and stuffed Sean into Twilfitt and Tatting's.
After a while, the professor came out Diagon Alley with Sean and a silver-white striped hat.
Marcus·McGonagall's family lives on a farm not far from London. It is not easy for a wizard to live in Muggle society with magical abilities, so they are located in remote areas and live in solitary confinement.
Until——
"Green, come on, Little Green! I have to give you a good hug—"
A male witch, about fifty years old, and two wizards in their thirties were standing in front of the fountain of a small villa.
There are beech trees all around, and the owner Marcus·McGonagall was particularly excited.
Soon Sean saw what the passion of a farmer is.