The Haunted Shrieking Shack

Muya hugged her juice and rolled her eyes at them. "I'll tell Mrs. Weasley when I get back."

The two of them startled. "No, no, no..."

"Unless you let me have some."

Muya took a sip from each of them, frowned, and stuck out her tongue. "It doesn't taste good."

Fred and George smiled.

Then they visited a joke shop.

"Oh, look at this, George." Fred picked up a teacup that bit noses.

George turned and picked up a frog-spawn soap bar in a box. "Look at this."

Muya looked around casually. There were plenty of interesting products inside.

They picked up a few items to examine, then put them back down.

Muya smiled but said nothing.

After leaving the shop, the two of them threw their arms around Muya's shoulders. "We'll open a joke shop even better stocked than this one."

"Mm-hm. Then... let's start making products as soon as we get back."

The two wiped the smiles off their faces. "There'll definitely be very few students staying at school over the Christmas holidays. We don't need to prepare this early."

"I've recently improved the dolls. We need to hurry up and test the effects of the new products." Muya put her hands on her hips, then gave each of them a smack.

Muya led the way to a shop selling potion ingredients. After buying some materials they needed, they left.

"What's that place?" She pointed at a dilapidated house and asked them.

"That's the Shrieking Shack. We'd better stay away from it." George pulled her a little farther away.

"Why?"

Fred put on a frightened expression. "Because strange screams come from inside. It's the most haunted place there is."

Hearing that, Muya instinctively clung tightly to George. "Then let's get out of here quickly."

Soon, all the students