Even in my wildest dreams, I wouldn't dare be this bold!
When Harley had finished buying the mead, Hermione was still standing by the door.
After all, it was so filthy in there that the young witch didn't want to sit down.
Seeing Harley return, Hermione asked quietly, "Fred and George still aren't here. Should we wait here for a while?"
Harley shook her head. "They're already here."
As she spoke, Harley pointed at the two black-robed wizards sitting across from each other, with Butterbeer bottles in front of them.
The stout wizard from earlier had come over and said something to the pair, then quickly returned to a table in the distance and sat down by himself.
Before leaving, he had casually taken a bottle of Butterbeer from the table.
Before Hermione could say anything, Harley walked over and patted one of the wizards on the head, her voice reaching his ear with perfect precision.
"Fred, stop pretending. I know it's you and George."
"Oh, bloody hell." Fred took off his hood, revealing his bright red hair.
"You found us so quickly, and you can even tell George and me apart."
"I've always wondered about that. Even Mum has a hard time telling the two of us apart." George chimed in from beside him.
"How do you do it? Ever since we introduced ourselves the first time, you've never mistaken us for each other!"
"It's a secret." Harley chuckled. The assassin's knack for noticing details wasn't easy to explain.
"I knew you'd say that," Fred muttered, then shifted his chair.
Harley waved her wand. Two new chairs flew over from the side, and the dust on them vanished automatically.
Once they were seated, Harley took two mints from her pocket and tapped them lightly.
The mints turned into glass