The Disillusionment Charm's Extreme Difficulty? Activating the Cheat

Chapter 25: The Disillusionment Charm of Extreme Difficulty? An External Aid

George pulled out his wand and tapped it on the parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Ink lines as fine as strands of hair suddenly appeared on the parchment.

They converged and crossed each other.

At the top of the parchment, several large green words formed.

Magical Prank Auxiliary Suppliers.

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs proudly present the Marauder's Map.

Brook wasn't overly surprised.

He'd already guessed it might be a map when the twins pulled out that blank parchment.

But when he saw the four nicknames on it, he couldn't help rubbing his chin—why did "Wormtail" sound so familiar?

George pointed to three ink dots clustered together on the map, each bearing a tiny name—The twins and Brook.

"This thing can show everyone's location?" Brook was genuinely surprised this time.

If this fell into the professors' hands, it would be the perfect tool for catching students sneaking out at night.

He noticed that in the nearby library, Hermione was sitting perfectly still, probably still reading.

And in the headmaster's office at the top left, Dumbledore and Snape were together.

Even the ghosts hadn't been left out.

"These lines are the routes to Hogsmeade," Fred said, pointing to one of the ink lines stretching toward the map's edge.

"You're leaving Hogwarts to go to Hogsmeade too, right?"

Brook nodded, even though he had no idea what Hogsmeade was.

But it was the best excuse Fred had found for him.

"Seven routes total. Filch knows four," George said, pointing them out.

"Of the remaining three, one entrance is at the Whomping Willow—can't use it. But the other two only we know about. You can use them safely."

"We really owe them a lot!" Fred sighed.

"Truly noble souls, toiling tirelessly for a new generation of troublemakers," George echoed.

"Don't forget to wipe it clean when you're done."

"Just say 'Mischief managed!' and it'll turn back into a blank parchment."

The twins finished their back-and-forth.

Brook nodded seriously.

Even though he'd gotten this in exchange for an investment, the twins could have just told him what they knew without pulling out such a precious Marauder's Map.

He had to remember this kindness.

And it only confirmed his belief that the twins were friends worth keeping close.

"I won't say more. Whenever you need anything from me, just ask. You'll definitely need funding to develop your joke products."

He swept his hand over his ring, and four hundred Gold Galleons appeared on the table.

"Take these for now. Don't refuse—it's all part of the investment," Brook explained.

"The better you develop your products, the more money we'll all make."

The twins' eyes went wide at the small pile of Gold Galleons.

They were about to refuse, but when they heard it was part of the investment, they exchanged a glance and didn't push back.

At that moment, they were filled with soaring ambition, wanting only to work harder.

That was the only way to live up to Brook's trust.

Then Fred began telling Brook about House Elves.

In the war between Ancient Wizards and House Elves, the wizards had won.

They forced the elves into slave contracts.

These contracts stipulated that House Elves must devote their entire lives to their masters.

Some elves were even twisted enough to take pride in having their heads mounted on their master's wall after dying of old age.

Only when a master handed them a piece of clothing could they gain their freedom.

But most elves would wither away from freedom, even committing suicide.

"We're Hogwarts students now, so we're basically their masters. As long as it doesn't conflict with Hogwarts' interests, they'll do whatever we ask—and they'll be happy about it."

George suddenly added, "But you need to watch out—our authority is lower than the professors'. So if you're up to something shady, keep an eye on them."

"Where can I buy a loyal House Elf?"

Brook's interest was piqued.

When selecting subordinates, loyalty always came first.

Why had so many treacherous ministers risen to power throughout Great Xia's history?

Take Wei Zhongxian, for example.

No matter how later generations reviled them, they were utterly loyal to the emperor.

Whatever the emperor desired, they would spare no effort to accomplish.

The twins continued their back-and-forth.

"Basically impossible."

"Hogwarts probably has the most House Elves, but their contracts are all bound to Hogwarts. Even Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't have the right to sell you one."

"The rest are in the hands of purebloods. They don't need money, and they won't sell."

"After all, who could refuse such a loyal and useful servant?"

"Our mum always says she wants a House Elf."

"But our family's too poor."

Fred glanced at George. "Really breaks my heart for our mum."

"Yeah," George nodded.

Then the two hugged each other in a goofy display.

Brook said nothing.

He simply filed the matter of buying an Elf away in his mind.

There weren't many things in this world that were absolutely unsellable.

If someone wouldn't sell, it was only because the offered price wasn't high enough.

Next, the twins began teaching him how to cast the Disillusionment Charm.

Brook studied for an hour, managing only to memorize the gestures and incantation.

As for how to actually cast it, he was still completely lost.

He figured it would take months before he could successfully perform the Disillusionment Charm.

The twins explained on the side.

"The Disillusionment Charm is an advanced extracurricular subject. Many people can't cast it even by graduation. It took us over a year to barely manage it, and we have to move very slowly or we'll be exposed."

Brook didn't consider himself a genius, nor did he expect to learn it in one go.

But constantly bothering the twins wasn't ideal.

His brain might be slow, but there were others who weren't!

So he pulled out his other ace—Hermione.

After confirming on the Marauder's Map that she was still in the library, he found her immediately.

He dragged her over to learn alongside the twins.

Hermione's enthusiasm for learning was unstoppable.

She not only took detailed notes on everything the twins said but also asked about many details they'd overlooked.

Under her rapid-fire questioning, the twins were overwhelmed, nearly tearing their hair out.

Finally, they made it to dinner time and fled the empty classroom as if escaping for their lives.

Before leaving, they told Brook and Hermione to practice on their own and ask if they had questions.

Brook watched Hermione with amusement. "See? You scared them off."

Hermione snorted. "Do you still want to learn or not?"

Brook immediately surrendered. "Yes, Lady Hermione. Great mercy from a great lady, please teach this humble one."

Hermione's lips curled up as she lifted her chin and strode out of the room.