Profit Is the Motivation

Rain pattered against the windowpanes.

Fred pulled back the curtain and looked outside, feeling that his mood was just as gloomy as the weather.

Ever since the pressure of the O.W.L. exams had descended on them, no one had been having an easy time... Well, Albert was the exception. Whether there were exams or not, that bastard was always doing wonderfully.

Unlike them, who not only had mountains of endless homework every day but also had to carve out plenty of time to practice magic.

Sigh! The gap between people really was wider than the gap between people and dogs.

Fred felt that Albert's words always made a great deal of sense.

Damn it!

He had no choice but to focus and finish the homework on his desk before bed.

He really didn't want to do homework!

"What's this?"

Fred tore his gaze away from the window, stared at the parchment on the desk for a long while, and finally could not help asking.

"A Safe House."

"A Safe House? What's that?"

George leaned over as well, studying the parchment with Fred. They could understand the floor plan of the house and the spells marked on it, but they were still utterly baffled.

"You can think of it as a secure hiding place." Albert lowered his voice. "I'm looking for more ways to hide a house properly, like that room on the Eighth Floor, so no one can find its location or get inside. But it isn't easy. Once someone knows the exact location, wizards have plenty of ways to find it."

"An Honesty Detector or a Dark Magic Detector?" George blurted out.

"Exactly. So the most important thing about a place like this is concealment. Then you use spells to make it impossible to track or mark on a