From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Okay, I agree."

The two jokingly arranged the funds—the money came easily, but they still felt that the joke shop was the real business, and as for this time, they would donate the extra money to ordinary people.

-

"Which country is it now?"

"The seventh country, right?"

Fred was talking to his brother when he felt completely exhausted.

They never imagined that collecting money could become so tiring.

This is unbelievable—now they can even receive letters forwarded by Kakarov. Someone wrote to the so-called International Cooperation Chamber of Commerce, questioning why the awards weren't presented in their country, given that relations between the two countries used to be very good!

According to the clues in the accompanying letters that Karkaroff found in the mail, the current Director of the International Magical Cooperation Division of the Magical Congress was very interested in this, considering it an excellent diplomatic tool. He not only commended them but also awarded a large medal and a special grant to the fictitious merchant guild—of course, the actual amount of the latter was…

"Medals, medals, I'm going crazy making medals!"

Fred leaned against the wall—this thing couldn't be made too fancy at all. It made him happier at first, but later the sense of accomplishment was not even as great as a fake wand.

“My dear brother, by our standards, this might be the most expensive product we’ve ever made in our lives. Small size is thirty, large size is seventy. If Mom knew the price, she’d be worried we were robbing her…”

George joked, trying to sound funny – to demonstrate their professionalism, they had to make all of this themselves, and it wasn't finished yet.

At first, the two of them were full of lofty ambitions, but now, they feel like vomiting just looking at this stuff.

They need to secretly put on makeup, inquire on the black market about which shops are rip-offs, then put on makeup again, submit a formal application, hire a translator, rent an office, personally send out invitation letters, and then act to accept the money.

It's all hard-earned money...

"An average of one internship every two days, this is definitely the most tiring internship ever..."

"Yeah, almost half a month has passed. Time flies. Once it's been a month, we'll go back to school to prepare for final exams. If this keeps up, I'm afraid I'll lose interest in running the shop. I've already overseen the decorations four times..."

"I've tried three times already... and that's with Mr. Karkaroff's intelligence... and we're still far from our original plan..."

The two complained for a while, then got up with bitter looks on their faces and began preparing to make the next medal.

Chapter 590 The Twins Brought

"Yes, as expected, it only requires a small amount of magic to maintain this effect..."

In the Forbidden Forest, William looked at the area that had been destroyed and turned into a white wasteland, and his heart was filled with joy.

Although a lot of vegetation was destroyed this time, the prototype of the new spell has finally been finalized, which is undoubtedly the best news in this difficult time.

"I have classes this afternoon, so I'll go back and prepare first."

He stretched his body and then walked towards the entrance area of ​​the Forbidden Forest—he should have apparated back to prepare his lessons, but he was in a good mood today and decided to give himself a break and enjoy the scenery of the Forbidden Forest on his way back.

Of course, it was also necessary to arrest the audacious seventh graders as well—probably because graduation was approaching, more and more students were spying on the Forbidden Forest, resulting in the hospital's chamber pots being so clean they could be used as mirrors these days…

...

"Gryffindors over there, come here and be punished! Running away will result in double the house points being deducted!"

As they approached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, William, holding a rabbit and followed by seven or eight unlucky fellows, spotted another student in the distance and shouted for him to come over and receive his punishment.

"professor."

Caught red-handed, Lee Jordan was carrying an unfortunate Niffler in his hand. The Niffler obediently came over to report, acting like a complete novice, but unfortunately, it didn't fool William at all.

In this year's seventh grade, the first and second place for most violations were taken by the twins, and the third place went to Lee Jordan. If he were a good boy, Hogwarts probably wouldn't have solitary confinement.

"Just yourself?"

William scrutinized Lee Jordan, his stern gaze making the soon-to-be graduate, who was preparing to leave a prank treasure for the freshmen in the Forbidden Forest, feel guilty. His original plan was to create a treasure that the Nifflers could track so that the freshmen could find it later, but he was spotted as soon as he buried it and before he even left.

"I'm all alone, Professor. I came to the Forbidden Forest to see if I could find any fresh white saffron. My friends haven't passed their Apparition exams yet, so we need this as a backup."

"Really?"

William looked at Lee Jordan with a puzzled expression. "Alright, let's go then. Come to the team and go to Mr. Filch to receive your punishment."

"Okay, Professor."

Lee Jordan readily accepted the good advice.

As they approached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, William suddenly turned to Lee Jordan and asked, "What mischief are the Weasley brothers up to?"

"Them? They've gone out to do something big—"

William looked at Lee Jordan, his subconscious response cut short by a forced smile.

"To do something big, sneaking out of school during class? Excellent..."

“No, no, Professor,” Lee Jordan realized he’d let something slip and tried to salvage the situation, “they went on an exchange program…”

"Exchange and learning?"

William was slightly taken aback—how come he hadn't heard of it?

"You guys go report to Mr. Filch. I'm going back to the Forbidden Forest to check on things."

He gave instructions to his students, then turned and ran into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. He found a secluded spot and Apparated back to his office, then quickly went to Professor McGonagall to gather information.

...

"An exchange internship in Germany? Karkaroff sent an invitation?"

William, who received this answer from Professor McGonagall, was also a little doubtful—this was indeed a feasible idea. If the two of them planned to open a shop after graduation, then going to Karkaroff for research and exchange was certainly not out of the question. However, Lee Jordan's talk of doing something big made him a little hesitant.

...

"You mean their friend Lee Jordan said they're doing something big?"

Professor McGonagall also began to have doubts; she knew Lee Jordan, the third most troublesome student in her college…

After a slight hesitation, Professor McGonagall made her decision.

“Professor William, why don’t you take a business trip to Durmstrang and meet with Karkaroff about the recent chaos in Ilvermorny and the American magical community? While you’re at it, ask if those two students are seriously engaged in the exchange program—after all, they haven’t graduated yet.”

“Okay, I’ll get ready right away and go to the Ministry of Magic to make a quick registration. I’ll temporarily entrust the course to Professor Lupin.”

William didn't hesitate and nodded in agreement. After waiting for Professor McGonagall to write the approval, he turned around and went back to his office to pack his luggage. He finished packing in less than an hour and was ready to go to Durmstrang.

-

"Ah, Professor William, welcome, welcome."

When William arrived at Durmstrang's location using the valet key, he was greeted directly by the professor.

"Principal Kakarov is waiting for you in his office. He has canceled all his other appointments and set aside the whole day to entertain you."

"It would be an honor. May I go over now?"

After exchanging pleasantries, William finally arrived at the principal's office in Durmstrang and met Karkaroff, who was smiling and had prepared a pile of materials.

The two spent a long time discussing the recent messy situation, during which William presented Professor McGonagall with a gift she had asked him to bring. Only then did he inquire about the other purpose of his trip—how ​​were the twins doing in their studies lately, and had they managed to blow up Evamony or something…

Of course, the latter cannot be asked openly—it is sufficient to inquire whether the teaching work here is proceeding smoothly.

But even with such a simple question, William noticed a barely perceptible hint of unease on Karkaroff's face.

No way—it really exploded?

The first thought that popped into his mind was this.

"They performed very well, very well, with abilities far exceeding my expectations..."

William expected to be reported, but instead, he heard this response.

Are you kidding me?

He looked at Karkarov suspiciously and asked to see how the two students were doing here.

-

Ministry of Magic, Office for Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Items.

Mr. Arthur Weasley was having a lively discussion with his newly recruited intern about Muggle mechanics—they had handled five emergencies that day and were exhausted, so they were having a pleasant chat during their break before the end of the workday.

"Actually, if you want to do it in person, you should dress like a Muggle. But our Muggle studies class doesn't really invest enough in this. Many people don't even know the difference between men's and women's belts, and some wizards even walk around in women's pajamas..."

“Yes, the Quidditch World Cup back in the day certainly gave us a lot of trouble—” Mr. Arthur shook his head and sighed, “but this belt of mine is the most authentic one…”

He showed off the belt under his wizard robes—although such a combination was definitely not in line with Muggle dressing habits, the two interns simply ignored it.

"It doesn't look like a British style."

"Ah, it was a Christmas present that my son Percy bought for me from the Far East."

Mr. Weasley spoke of his son with great pride, especially since the boy now had a very good relationship with the family—which made him even happier.

"The belt is of excellent quality, sir. The buckle is a pure brass handcrafted piece, which looks very sophisticated..."

Just as the intern was studying the belt, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

A hint of disappointment appeared on everyone's faces—no way, it's almost time to get off work, are we going to have to work overtime?

"Arthur, someone is looking for you!"

Amelia Borns' voice rang out from outside the door. She was the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and had a good relationship with Arthur.

Who is it...?

Mr. Weasley was taken aback. He hadn't expected Amelia to come and inform him—did she just casually report it before he was about to leave work?

With some doubt, he opened the door and went out. When he got to the reception floor upstairs, he immediately recognized William there. Strangely, the Hogwarts self-defense professor was holding several particularly tender green branches, which looked like willow twigs.

'It certainly can't be willow branches; it's probably some new magical item or something else...'

He chuckled at his own initial thought, then quickly stepped forward. "Professor William, is there something you need?"

"Is the Ministry of Magic about to close for the day, Mr. Weasley?"

"of course."

“That would be great, Mr. Weasley. Could you please send a letter home? There’s something important that I need your help with.”

"No problem, I'll write home right away and tell them I need to work overtime."

"That's really too much trouble for you."

William responded earnestly, then handed the wicker to Mr. Weasley. "We have to go on a business trip abroad. According to the latest information I've received, we have to go to France."