Yoga Master Stark

Fred clearly didn't want George to know about his feelings for Angelina, so he deliberately changed the subject, asking, "What about Hermione and Anne?"

"They're almost there; they're coming on Unicorn."

"Cool! You don't know, those Unicorn wouldn't let us near them at all."

During summer vacation after first grade, George and I dressed up as Unicorn mascots and tried to sneak in, hoping to sell a few tail hairs to Cedric, but we were spotted immediately.

The old Unicorn delivered a side spin kick, landing on me. Luckily, the Niffler took the fatal blow for me.

"..."

The three arrived at the Burrow, which seemed to have been a large pigsty made of stones. Later, rooms were added here and there, building it up to several stories high, crooked and crooked, all constructed with magic.

There are four or five chimneys on the red roof, and a sign sticks askew in front of the house that reads "The Burrow".

Some high-top leather boots lay discarded beside the gate, along with a Scabbers crucible, while several plump brown chickens pecked at the ground in the yard.

"Let's go, my dad's still at work and won't be back for a while. My mom's cooking." George put his arm around William and walked inside.

"Mom, William is here!" Fred called out.

Mrs. Weasley came out wearing an apron.

"It's so good to see you, dear William. You've been a huge help to me at school, taking care of them."

Mrs. Weasley was a little plump, but a kind-looking woman.

"Come inside and play for a while, Arthur will be off work soon."

The living room was large, but it was filled with all sorts of items, making it feel extremely cramped.

In the corner of the living room, there is also an old-fashioned clock.

But the clock wasn't for telling time; it had nine gold hands on its dial, each engraved with the name of a member of the Weasley family.

The clock face doesn't have numbers; instead, it shows where each family member might be or their current situation.

For example, words like "home," "school," "work," "on the road," "missing," "hospital," and "prison" are written, while at the twelve o'clock position on a regular clock, "deadly danger" is written.

At this time, everyone except Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie, who were obviously at work, was at home.

William gazed at the clock with great interest.

This is an extremely complex alchemical artifact, combining onomastics, Prophecy, and trace magic...

So, even though the Weasley family may seem to have declined, they still have quite a few good things left by their ancestors.

Just this clock alone could easily fetch several thousand Galleon on the black market in Knockturn Alley.

"Are you interested?" Fred tossed William a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

"Indeed, this is quite good. I've been trying to upgrade our map recently, and this has provided some good inspiration." William put Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans in his mouth; it was pretty good, it tasted like reeds.

"Then let's take it apart. With your skills, you should be able to put it back together, right?" George said uncertainly.

"Haha, I'll just look for them on the black market; there should be some broken or scrapped clocks there." William grinned.

He might not be able to put such a high-precision item back together even after taking it apart.

Just then, the sound of a radio came from inside the house.

"Next up is ' Magic Time,' performed by the famous witch singer Celestina Warbeck —'You Stole My Pot, But You Can't Have My Heart.'"

"Oh, here we go again," Fred sighed.

"Why can't we get someone else? It's the same girl every day," George complained.

"What's wrong?" William asked, puzzled.

"Celestina Warbeck, my mother listens to her sing every day, saying that it helps her cook delicious meals."

It's always the same few songs, I've been listening to them for over a decade, and I'm so tired of them."

William wasn't familiar with singers in the Wizarding World, but the twins told him that Celestina Warbeck was a famous singer, known as the "Witch Singer," though she was now 75 years old.

She can be considered the Li Guyi of the Wizarding World.

Her representative songs include "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love" and "You Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me".

The status of these songs in the music scene is roughly equivalent to that of "The Moon Represents My Heart".

"Let's go, let's go upstairs!" George pulled William toward the stairs.

Fred and George led William to their room. When they reached the top of the stairs, they found Ginny's door was open.

She was lying on her side on the bed, her head hanging off the floor, her neck drooping, twisting and turning, as if practicing something.

She saw William in her line of sight, screamed, and sprang to her feet in a flash.

"William, is Anne here?" Ginny put on her shoes, rushed over, and asked excitedly.

"Hmm, judging by the time, she and Hermione should have arrived by now."

Ginny and Luna are friends, and Anne, who is always running around and having fun, naturally knows Ginny.

All three of them are junior wizards who enrolled this year.

"By the way, what kind of kung fu are you practicing?" William asked, puzzled.

He wondered, "Why does this look so much like Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance?"

"Yoga, Anne taught me. She said practicing it helps maintain a good figure."

She also said that once she got to school, she would form a yoga team, ask us to be teachers, and then charge us.

William rolled his eyes. What has Anne been doing all day?!

She learned a few tricks from Lyanna and then went around showing them off.

William also saw Hermione practicing something similar on the bed that day, just messing around haphazardly. Couldn't she have gone to a professional?

What? Who's the professional?

Needless to say, it could be Anne if not William!

Ginny rushed downstairs in a flurry to go play with Anne.

"I also feel that Ginny has been acting strangely lately. She used to talk about Harry all the time, but now she doesn't say it anymore. Anne just talks about Anne all the time."

Otherwise, you could practice yoga in bed, trying to get your legs up over your head.

Fred opened the door, grimacing, and asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Yeah, I tried it last time, and Fred lifted my leg up there and almost broke it," George sighed.

The twin brothers lived in a room with two small beds.

Inside the room, there were various alchemical items and a stack of maps.

Fred pulled an order form from his ring; it was filled with names.

"We'll be receiving a lot of orders during the summer vacation. Our products have already gained a reputation, and shops in Diagon Alley are starting to buy them in large quantities," George said.

"Are we sure we don't want to open a shop in Diagon Alley?" Fred asked.

Selling to Diagon Alley at wholesale prices was clearly not a way of selling goods to him.

"Even if we open a shop, who will look after it?" William asked.

They were all students; if you're starting a business, it really won't work if you don't have someone you can trust.

William knew the twins were considering dropping out of school, but he still objected.

Money can be earned anytime; there's no need to rush.

But your Hogwarts career only lasts a few years, so you can't afford not to enjoy it.

"By the way, has Mrs. Weasley been objecting to you lately?" William asked.

"Brother, we didn't neglect our studies. After all, you made most of the products, so we just assisted you."

"And we send so much money home every month," Fred explained.

George continued, "You know, my dad's been working overtime like crazy lately, but he's not getting much overtime pay."

The school is getting a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, which will likely require new textbooks. Ginny is also starting school, which will add a significant expense to the family.

"Mom has no reason to object to us."

Mrs. Weasley wanted the twins to work for the Ministry of Magic in the future, as it would be both stable and respectable.

But they are already financially independent, and they even send Galleon home every month... She really can't object to such thoughtful children.

Otherwise, we wouldn't even have the money to buy our youngest daughter a new robe!

To put it bluntly, dreams can't withstand reality.