"I don't really care," Silan shrugged. "But what do Harry and Ron think?"
"Harry should be fine. As for Ron, I'll give him an offer he can't refuse," George said with a grin.
Fred immediately added, "Just kick his ass less often. At worst, when we go to the Quidditch World Cup this summer, I promise I won't forget him at home."
"You absolutely have to come this year," George suddenly changed the subject to Silan. "This tournament only comes once every four years, and Quidditch teams from all over the world participate. This year's tournament is being held in England, and Dad says he can get a lot of tickets."
"Remember to bring Miss Granger along, so the whole family can go together."
The Quidditch World Cup, also known as the World Quidditch World Cup or World Championship, has been held every four years since 1473. It is a grand event for the entire wizarding world, and almost every time it is held, it causes a sensation. Approximately 100,000 wizards participate.
"I'll consider it," Silan said.
He wasn't interested in Quidditch, but perhaps Hermione would.
Moreover, according to Silan's memory, this Quidditch World Cup will not be peaceful; Death Eaters will cause trouble at the end.
"That's great! I'll tell Dad and ask him to get a few more tickets," Fred said excitedly, waving his hand.
The two skipped away, heading to find Harry and Ron to discuss the sale of the performance.
Silan stretched, picked up a model of Hippogriff on the table, and looked at it, thinking, "First, we should promote it at Hogwarts, build up our reputation, and expand the market. Then we can launch some household alchemy products. This is a long-term business."
Wizards in the Wizarding World, who have less contact with Muggles, are not very perceptive of changes in the world and technological advancements.
Although magic can help them do many things, their living facilities are still relatively primitive.
For example, most wizarding homes still use primitive candles for lighting.
If we can develop home-use alchemy products, this will be a huge and profitable blue ocean market.
"The Wizarding World has been dormant for too long; it's time for some movement," Silan thought.
After leaving the Room of Requirement, George and Fred went straight to Harry and Ron and explained and demonstrated how to play.
Harry's attitude was exactly as they expected; he readily agreed.
As for Ron, he's in a bit of a problem.
"You're making me do this? What's the difference between this and deliberately losing a game of chess?" Ron said righteously.
George and Fred looked on in surprise. "You already agreed to throw the game, why are you worried about this?"
Ron glared at them, muttered with a pout, "That's different."
"Alright, shut up. Here, have 10 Galleons."
"You think you can make me abandon my principles for just ten Galleons?!"
"Don't be ungrateful." George kicked Ron in the backside. "That's enough for you to collect dragon dung for five months."
Ron skillfully twisted his hips, dodging George's kick, determined to fight to the death.
"Plus the Quidditch World Cup this summer, we promise we won't forget you as just another Gnome in the yard, is that alright?" Fred reluctantly conceded.
Ron remained unmoved.
"I won't kick your butt anymore before Christmas, and I'll even give you a rare Hippogriff model, how about that?" George coaxed patiently.
Ron was overjoyed.
"Make a deal!"
Ron's eyes widened when George and Fred took the model out.
He was utterly powerless against games that were somewhat similar to chess.
But he also knew that if he wanted to get a model from George and Fred for free, he could practically become the Hogwarts Headmaster.
"That's my roundabout strategy, my foolish brothers!" Ron was so smug he was practically wagging his tail.
"This is absolutely the smartest day I've ever had."
George and Fred called Harry over, and the four of them discussed the plan and immediately began preparations.
They specifically chose a time slot when the Great Hall was busiest with students.
After George and Fred found their spots, they winked at Harry and Ron, signaling that they could begin.
Ron glanced down at his cheat sheet under the table, then stiffly feigned, "Ah... Harry, this is so boring. It's still a long way from curfew. Shall we play something?"
Several Gryffindor students, equally bored yet full of energy, all turned to look at them.
"Playing Wizard's Chess?" Harry's tone was much more relaxed than Ron's, probably a pretentious air he'd picked up from the Dursley family.
"I'm already tired of it." Ron curled his lip.
"What about Gobstones?" Harry asked.
Ron frowned and made a face. "Come on, we just finished dinner. The loser might throw up everywhere."
Harry pulled open his robes, glanced at the cheat sheet hidden inside, coughed, and moved on to the next stage.
"Didn't George and Fred give us a new toy set? How about we start a game now?"
Ron slammed his hand on the table dramatically. "How come I didn't think of that! Let's start a game!"
The two immediately set up their fighting stances with great fanfare.
The surrounding Gryffindor students were also drawn to them, especially when they heard about the new toys George and Fred had made.
While their pranks were a headache, they also often brought joy, making the students both love and hate them.
But one thing is undeniable: the things they make are all very interesting.
The students slowly gathered around.
Harry and Ron took out their respective model toys: a Hippogriff and a Murtlap.
The Murtlap is a Magical Creatures that resembles a mouse but has anemone-like growths on its back. It typically lives in coastal areas of England. People bitten by Murtlap may experience nausea, and in severe cases, sparks may come out of the patient's anus, lasting up to 48 hours.
Model Rat
"They're just two model toys." The students watching were somewhat disappointed. "What's so fun about that?"
"This Murtlap is as big Hippogriff, are you kidding me?" someone shook their head and sneered.
The model's size is not entirely realistic; otherwise, the Murtlap would probably only Hippogriff.
"Stop talking! These two little things look like they're about to have a battle of the century," someone teased.
The surrounding students burst into laughter.
Harry and Ron remained unfazed by the jeers from the students around them, silently drawing their wands.
Ron tapped the Motra Rat lightly with his wand and said seriously, "Your opponent is Ron Weasley, a Gryffindor student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland!"
Harry mirrored his gesture perfectly. "Your opponent is Harry Potter, a Gryffindor student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland!"