"Let's leave the Order of the Phoenix business aside for now." Su Er bent down to sort out his luggage.
After a while, he took out a cloth bag, its contents clinking together with a pleasant sound.
Fred's eyes widened as he scrambled to catch the cloth bag Su Er tossed him. He opened it, looked inside, and sucked in a breath.
"One thousand Galleons," Su Er said with a smile. "The prize money from the Goblet of Fire. Harry gave me all of it."
"That's a thousand Galleons!" George was only a short distance from Fred, but he still scurried over, snatched the bag from Fred's hands, and shook it, setting off another round of clinking.
"I've never seen this much money. Are you serious?"
"Of course. Isn't this what we agreed on ages ago?" Su Er spread his hands. "I provide the money, and you make the products."
"But this is a thousand Galleons. How long will it take us to earn that back? Aren't you worried about losing money?" Fred asked seriously.
Of course he wouldn't lose money. In the original story, the Weasley Trick Workshop had been the Wizarding World's newest cash cow, operating in Diagon Alley for who knew how many years...
Although one of the twins had unfortunately lost his life in the final battle in the original story.
Just think: even with only one designer, the Trick Workshop had thrived. If there was another one this time, how wildly successful would the Weasley Trick Workshop become?
So, even leaving their friendship aside, there were the Galleons to consider.
Anyone who dared lay a hand on the Weasley Brothers had better be prepared to face Su Er's fury.
After all, cutting off someone's income was like murdering their parents.
Having received Su Er's firm