A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 230 Yoga Master Stark (Second Update)

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, aren't they? They're coming on unicorns."

"Cool! You don't know, those unicorns won't let us get close at all."

During the summer vacation after first grade, George and I dressed up as unicorn costumes 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, striking me, but luckily the Niffler took the fatal blow for me.

"..."

The three arrived at the humble dwelling, which seemed to have been a large pigsty made of stone. Later, rooms were added here and there, and it was built up to be several stories high, crooked and crooked, all built with magic.

There are four or five chimneys on the red roof, and a sign sticks out at an angle in front of the house that reads "Humble Abode".

Some high-top leather boots lay discarded beside the gate, along with a rusty 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 nice to see you, dear William. I'm so grateful to have you taking care of them at school; it's been a huge help."

Mrs. Weasley was a little plump and 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 crowded.

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 status.

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

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

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

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

"Indeed, this is quite good. I've been trying to upgrade our map recently, and this has provided some good inspiration." William put a Bibi Bott's Every Flavor Bean 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 unusable clocks there." William grinned.

Even if he takes such a high-precision item apart, he might not be able to put it back together.

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

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

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

"Why can't we change her? It's the same girl every day," George complained.

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

"Sedina 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 sick of them."

William wasn't familiar with singers in the wizarding world, but the twins told him that Setina 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 magic world.

Her representative songs include "A Pot of Hot Love" and "You Used Magic to Hook My Heart".

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

"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 that Ginny's door was open.

She was lying 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 swift motion.

"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 Annie, who is always out having fun, naturally knows Ginny.

The three of them are all junior wizards who enrolled this year.

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

He wondered, how come it looks so much like Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance?

"Yoga, Anne taught me. She said practicing it can help you 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 does Anne do all day long?!

She learned a few tricks from Lyanna and then showed them off everywhere.

William also saw Hermione practicing something similar on the bed that day, just messing around. Why couldn't she have found 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 Annie.

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

Otherwise, he'll practice yoga in bed, trying to get his legs over his 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, which was filled with names.

"We're expecting a lot of orders during the summer. Our products have become well-known, and shops in Diagon Alley are starting to buy them in bulk," 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 that satisfied him.

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

They were all students, and if it were the beginning of opening a shop, it really wouldn't work if there wasn't a trustworthy person among them.

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 Hogwarts life only lasts a few years, so you can't not enjoy it to the fullest.

"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 oppose us."

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

But they are already financially independent now, and they can even send Galleons home every month... She really can't object to such a thoughtful child.

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

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

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(End of this chapter)