"Don't wait, take the caterpillar with you--"
The broad-headed and big-eared clerk had a flattering smile on his face.
The administrator of Floo Powder came to visit. The Floo Network Administration they belong to is an organization under Ministry of Magic Department of Magical Transportation.
Responsible for establishing, maintaining, monitoring and managing Floo Network.
Now, it only took them half an hour to speed pass Floo Network.
When the green flame burns in the fireplace, Professor Quirrell can be contacted quickly in places with fireplaces, such as Great Hall of Hogwarts, Hope Cottage, and Sean.
However, it is impossible to enter Hogwarts through Floo Powder, as this will be strictly monitored.
"Did I say I've been waiting for you for a long time?"
The broad-headed and big-eared Floo Powder administrator has an equally respectful attitude.
Are you kidding? This is the enhanced version of Dumbledore for teenagers. He has won such an honor at the age of eleven, and his future is bright and bright to the naked eye.
"Thank you for your help."
Sean responded politely.
The opening time of Fairy Tale Workshop was decided on the second day after the opening of another Trick Shop.
Professor Quirrell didn't know what to think when he learned this. Mr. Green seems to be quite famous in Ministry of Magic... Fame can certainly bring money, but it will not last long...
The development of a store is ultimately determined by the quality of its products.
After leaving Fairy Tale Workshop, Sean moved to Trick Shop.
Weasley twins is making final preparations in full swing, and they even hired two Hufflepuff seniors.
All the products are neatly displayed, and overwhelming promotional posters have been printed.
The last night before the opening is destined to not be so peaceful.
It's Wednesday, the opening day.
Mrs. Weasley woke them up early in the morning. They each ate five or six bacon sandwiches in a hurry, and then put on their coats. Mrs. Weasley picked up a flowerpot from the Kitchen mantelpiece and looked into it.
"Not much more, Arthur,"
She sighed,
"I have to buy something today... Okay, guests come first! Sean, you come first!"
She brought the flower pot to him.
"You must say these words clearly, child,"
Mrs. Weasley said to Sean, George also put his hand into the flower pot,
"You know, there are many kinds of magic fire, you have to choose correctly, but as long as you speak clearly--
Remember, as soon as you step into the fire, say where you are going--"
"Mom, Sean has been passed by many times, but - remember to keep your elbows tight."
Ron reminder,
"Close your eyes, there is soot - don't move, otherwise you may fall out of the other furnace door - but don't panic, don't come out too early."
Diagon Alley.
"Come on, kids! I'm so excited,"
Mrs. Weasley said.
Sean followed behind the enthusiastic Mrs. Weasley. He was the only one who was held tightly by Mrs. Weasley.
In her words:
"Every Weasley grew up visiting Diagon Alley. There is only one little wizard here who needs more care."
Diagon Alley has already been buzzing with people.
It was obviously very early in the morning, the mist was still shrouded, and the sky was not completely bright, but it could not stop the wizards' joyful and expectant mood.
Every product series here has sold well from Britain to Magical World. Low pricing, excellent quality, novelty and uniqueness have become synonymous with this store.
The only pity is that there are too few.
With great difficulty, the wizards were looking forward to the opening, and of course they would not miss it.
Sean and Weasleys struggled to squeeze into the crowd. There were also reporters from magazines in the crowd, taking pictures of the store with their cameras.
This shop now stands out so much that the surrounding shops look dim.
--Because they were buried in announcements.
However, the display windows of Fred and George still attract people's attention like fireworks displays. Even ordinary pedestrians can't help but turn their heads and look at the display windows. Some people are particularly shocked, stopping and lining up as if obsessed.
The display window on the left is colorful and displays a variety of rotating, twitching, flashing, jumping and screaming products.
The window on the right is covered with a huge poster with dazzling yellow characters printed on it:
Why are you worried about a headache?
You should be concerned about constipation - the feeling of constipation is tormenting the Chinese people!
"Mom, let go of Great Green, we have to go!"
Fred shouted loudly.
The hand holding Sean also relaxed.
"See you in the store."
Sean nodded to Mrs. Weasley, and then left the front of the store through a path that went to the back of Trick Shop.
After entering through the back door, Fred and George were still pacing non-stop.
Sean saw Shopkeeper Gurt looking anxiously ahead, feeling both nervous and expectant.
The popularity of Trick Shop exceeded everyone's expectations.
The wizards who poured in were almost:
"Take my Gold Galleons away and give me your damn products in exchange!" written on his face.
Sean promptly pulled Justin and Hermione in the crowd to his side.
Otherwise, they don't know where they will be taken by the large army.
"Sean, God, this is too scary."
Hermione has lingering fears.
"It looks like both stores may not be enough..."
Justin analyzed.
Then the two of them followed Sean to choose things with great interest.
"What is this?"
Justin said while holding something like a telescope.
"I don't know."
Sean said.
"What about this?"
Hermione with a bunch of witches surrounding some dazzling pink products.
"Not sure."
Sean said.
"Then what do you know?"
Hermione is confused.
"I didn't make these."
Sean explained that before he finished speaking, he saw the circles under Justin's eyes darkening, and at the same time, his face also looked a little helpless:
"Can anyone tell me how you came up with the idea of stuffing your fist into the telescope?"
Justin got rid of dark circles after using a unique ointment.
But not every wizard in the shop is so lucky, and there are many times when wizards scream.
Sean watched silently and listened to these noisy sounds. He waved his magic wand and the products scattered on the ground flew back to their respective areas.
It is not easy to do this, because each object needs to float in a different direction, and it also needs to use different strengths of magical power depending on its weight.
Sean couldn't do it in the past, but now, he has been learning for a while.
"There are three Galleons, nine Sickles, and one Knut,"
Fred's voice sounded at the top of the stairs. He carefully looked at the large and small boxes in Ron's arms and said,
"Pay it."
"I'm your brother!"
"I almost forgot. Three Galleons and ten Sickles, that Knut will be counted as one Sickles for you."
"Why does it keep getting more and more?! I don't have that much money!"
"Then you'd better put the things back and remember not to put them on the wrong shelf."
Ron threw away several boxes, mumbling.
The shop became quiet before nightfall.
Customers were very disappointed and the product was simply not enough.
Even though Sean they have done so much, they still underestimated the enthusiasm of Britain wizards for purchasing.
Every time Fred and George send away a customer, it is like sending away a breathing Gold Galleons, and the heartache is endless.
But when they saw the warehouse full of Gold Galleons, they almost picked up Sean and threw it up.
Some people are happy and some are sad.
Professor Quirrell Seeing such a spectacular crowd, the worry in his eyes almost overflowed.
This is even more true after observing Sean coming out of Trick Shop.
"Mr. Green... The Animal Party series in that store is really excellent. Maybe we can change the time..."
He made suggestions carefully.
He no longer has any confidence in opening tomorrow.
Anyone can see that the wizards are all here for Trick Shop, and a large number of wizards have bought their favorite items.
After these items are used by everyone, the requirements of wizards will increase. Moreover, Trick Shop is of high quality and low price, and it is difficult for any store to compete.
And until now, I don't know where their products are.
The night is very quiet.
Occasionally, wizards who left Trick Shop passed by outside. They took a curious look here and then walked away without interest.
It seems to verify Professor Quirrell's statement.
Sean put some boxes of biscuits on the shelf at this time. These biscuits didn't even look like more than fifty boxes, which made Professor Quirrell even more uneasy.
"This is?"
Quirrell was a little stunned.
"Our products."
Sean explained.
"Oh--oh... yes, that's it..."
Professor Quirrell stuttered, made a grimace and said nothing.
But he secretly made a decision in his heart.
"Relax, Professor Quirrell."
Seeing Professor Quirrell depressed for several days, Sean comforted him.
Sean doesn't know how to explain it. The professor will understand it tomorrow.
Suddenly, the doorbell of the store rang. Professor Quirrell looked over with hope and found that it was Professor Terra with beautiful silver hair.
"My disciple, as I said, tomorrow is the only day we are open to the public."
Professor Terra came over, her eyes sharp.
"The only one open to the outside world..."
Professor Quirrell paused for a few seconds, then repeated in confusion.
"For some truly great Alchemy masters, their creations will only exist in the hands of a specific group of people at first.
This is not only determined by price, but also by many factors.
For example, Floo Powder, its first delivery will always be secret, because it is too important and can only be strictly controlled...
But Master Alchemy doesn't want his creation to become unknown, so he will open it to the public for one day alone."
Professor Terra was explaining to Sean, and by the way, he also asked his disciple's agent to listen.
"So... these cookies are only available for sale for one day?"
Professor Quirrell's eyes were filled with darkness. It was sold in small quantities and not to the public. The neighbor was still an extremely strong competitor...
His eyes were dark - because there was no future.
Even though he vaguely felt that something was wrong, the continuous bad news at this moment had stopped him from thinking.
There will be a 3k chapter later.