Hearing Albert say they would have visitors later, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all instantly got a bad feeling.
Anyone worthy of Albert's special attention—and of making him come all this way—clearly would not be some insignificant nobody. Otherwise, they could have handled the problem themselves.
"It must be that Constipation Man poster in the window. I told you that thing would attract too much hatred." Shanna thought Fred, George, and Lee Jordan had gone too far. They had actually dared to openly mock Lord Voldemort. It was hardly surprising that the Death Eaters had noticed them. Even if it was not the Death Eaters, someone might use their name as an excuse to cause them trouble.
"I don't think they're that stupid." George did not think the Death Eaters would dare come after them. After all, the Ministry of Magic had a base right next door, and it was hunting Death Eaters everywhere. No one would be stupid enough to walk into a trap.
"Some people are jealous. Some want to cause trouble. Some want to make money. Some think this shop is in their way. Others want to eliminate the competition." Albert's casual tone made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
"How did you know... Oh, right, Divination. I almost forgot about that." Fred glanced at the Mirror of Erised in the corner before turning his attention back to the Marauder's Map Albert had just handed him.
"You've been far too conspicuous lately. I think you should close the shop for now and only accept owl-post orders." The moment Albert finished speaking, Fred and George reacted strongly.
"That's for your safety. Besides, once Hogwarts starts again, business here will gradually slow down. The Defence Against the Dark Arts items are covered by the specialty store next door, and