When the three of them slipped to the fireplace.
Mrs. Weasley, also known as Molly, is humming and busy at Kitchen.
Magic Radio is playing a song, and Weasley twins is shaking his head to the rhythm of the song.
"Great Mr. Green, do you know what song this is?"
Fred showed an expression like "If you ask me, I will explain it to you."
"Oh, no, we have to move quickly, it's time for the high notes!"
George reminded in a panic.
"It's too late--George, put on the earplugs for Green."
Fred put on earplugs for George. Before Sean had time to react, his own ears were also covered.
He looked at Kitchen with confusion:
Mrs. Weasley raised her head slightly, as if she was gathering strength. With a tap of her wand, the potatoes automatically peeled and jumped into the basin, and the carrots lined up and jumped onto the cutting board, skillfully cutting them into even pieces. The stew pot was bubbling on the fire, and the beef was tumbling in the thick soup, exuding the mellow aroma of the gravy.
"Oh, my poor heart, where has it gone? It left me, hooked by magic... and now you have torn it apart, please give me my heart back--!"
Sean didn't hear anything. The earplugs seemed to be magical, but he saw that even the glass was shaking.
"There are always a few days in a month..."
Fred, who is also wearing earplugs, spreads his hands.
"The reason is probably because even if my father's ears bleed, he still wants to say that my mother sings beautifully..."
George has stepped into the fireplace.
There is an old but clean sofa standing not far in front of the fireplace, and Sean is standing on the other side of the sofa.
"Diagon Alley!"
He saw George being burned away by the flames.
"If my mother's male idol is Gilderoy·Lockhart, then her female idol is Celestina Warbeck. She has loved listening to Celestina Warbeck's songs since she was young, and has been listening to them for more than ten years."
Fred said, while making a "please" gesture in front of the fireplace,
"Great Green, we should go, but keep your voice down."
This is the first time Sean uses a normal fireplace to teleport. After all, the portable fireplace in the Alchemy Conference is not considered normal.
He paused for a moment, letting himself think clearly about Diagon Alley's name to ensure that it would not be transmitted to Knockturn Alley.
There is a gathering place for dark wizards. For a young wizard... well, it's a bit dangerous.
"Diagon Alley."
Sean took some Floo Powder from the bucket, and soon he disappeared.
When I came out again, the dazzling array of shops in front of me were all lit up with porch lights.
"Let's go!"
George leads the way excitedly,
"Ah, coming here as a shopkeeper is much better than being a buyer!"
"I don't think anyone can deny that."
Fred also emerged from the flames.
Weasley & Green's Magical Tricks Emporium has been decorated. There is a clown taking off his hat above the shop door. When he takes off his hat, a white rabbit comes out of the hat.
The crowd is no longer there, and the queuing time has ended long ago, but occasionally a little wizard will still come here and ask the adults next to him in disappointment:
"Isn't it open yet?"
So Sean and the others had no choice but to sneak in through the back door.
"Twenty Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder are you ready? George?"
Fred asked.
"Of course, thirty Fainting Fancies?"
George checks skillfully.
"Everything is ready--"
"So--sixteen Elk Biscuit, twenty-three Squirrel Biscuits, one hundred and thirty-six Spirit Cat Biscuit, and three hundred sets of Weird Wizard's Chess?"
A faint voice came from the unlit shop.
Sean slowly turned his head, Shopkeeper Gurt had extremely dark circles on his head.
"Is it so different?!"
Fred has jumped up.
Shopkeeper Gurt turned on the lights, and the windows decorated by Fred and George attracted people's attention like a fireworks display. Soon, several obsessed wizards gathered in front of the store.
"Mr. Green, if you don't make up for it before opening, then I will have no choice but to resign. You will know what a crazy wizard can do - especially Diagon Alley, who can cast magic at will."
Miss Gurt said bitterly.
"I'll handle it."
Fred looked serious.
"And me."
George is also rarely serious.
"Oh-oh?"
Miss Gurt was in high spirits now. She rubbed the dark circles under her eyes and sat next to a row of dazzling pink products, waiting for the show to begin.
It's a pity that there is no popcorn or anything... She thought with some disappointment.
What happened next shocked her.
"Make some! Great Green!"
Fred cried and howled without hesitation, just in Sean's ears.
"Great Green ah--"
George squeezed his eyes crazily without shedding a single tear.
Sean is already used to Weasley twins's behavior.
He struggled to push away Fred who was holding his legs, and took out many biscuit boxes from Undetectable Extension Charm bag given by Professor McGonagall.
Weird Wizard's Chess has also been shrunk and placed inside.
"Have you always been like this?"
Miss Gurt asked confusedly.
When returning to the Burrow, Fred and George were still obsessed with their business plan.
"Diagon Alley The rent for a store is 700 Gold Galleons, but we can earn the rent of more than ten stores in half a year, and this is still not open... Do you know what this means?"
Fred emerged from the fireplace.
Sean looked behind him, and there was a Mrs. Weasley who was smoking with anger.
"Sh--"
George reminds you quietly.
"George, what did you say? It's really strange. It obviously means that we can fully activate the entire Britain - Mom!"
Fred turned his head stiffly and said in what he thought was a relaxed and cute tone.
"Good evening, Mom."
"Do you know how anxious I am?"
Mrs. Weasley said in a heart-stopping deep voice.
"I'm sorry, Mom, but we have to--"
Mrs. Weasley's two sons are both taller than her, but when her anger breaks out, they both tremble.
"The room is empty! No note was left! No one is there... and the child Green is with me... I'm going crazy with anxiety... Have you ever thought about it?
... I have never... in my life... Let's see how your father will deal with you when he comes back. Bill, Charlie and Percy have never had anything like this happen..."
"Model Percy."
Fred muttered.
Mrs. Weasley took a step forward and pulled Sean out of the fireplace.
"Poor kids, Fred and George are always unreliable. Don't listen to them next time."
"Oh, Mom, we have to tell you a sad fact. If someone must listen to someone, there will only be one person's voice--Great Green--"
Fred made a gesture of worship.
"How dare you put the responsibility on Little Green?!"