A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

The Weasleys lived in a landscape of rolling hills and fertile meadows outside Autry St Catchpol in Devon.

A rosy glow appeared on the horizon, and a tall, thin young man emerged from the verdant fields.

Felix walked briskly along a winding path, past a dilapidated garage, and stood before a small courtyard. Facing him was a crooked house, several stories high, with a sign leaning against the front that read "The Burrow".

Some high-top leather boots and a rusty crucible lay discarded beside the gate. Several plump, brown chickens pecked at the ground in the yard.

Felix surveyed the place; the layout of the house alone suggested countless stories—from the outside, the first floor appeared the most exquisite, perhaps the original form of the Burl, complete with a beautiful red roof. However, the young Weasleys hadn't anticipated that as their children multiplied, the space would become insufficient, leading them to add a second, then a third floor…

As a result, the house began to develop in a strange and unusual direction.

The door to the house suddenly opened, and Arthur Weasley welcomed Felix inside. They entered the narrow kitchen, where a long, clean wooden table occupied most of the space, surrounded by chests and cabinets. Mrs. Weasley, wearing an apron, was cooking by the sink, making a clattering noise, while a quirky tune came from an old radio.

“Professor Hyp, hello.” Mrs. Weasley turned around amidst her busy schedule and said warmly. She pointed her wand at the cauldron, which immediately emitted a puff of steam. Then its lid popped open, and Mrs. Weasley put the chopped sausage and vegetables inside. “Let’s have some breakfast together. I’ve made some soup, dry cheese and buttered bread.”

Felix smiled and thanked him.

She turned to Mr. Weasley and said, “Darling, go and wake the children.” Before she could get a response, a loud “crack” came from upstairs. Mrs. Weasley’s hand trembled, and the plate hit the sink, breaking off a corner.

“Don’t be angry, Molly, I’ll go teach them a lesson.” Mr. Weasley hurried upstairs.

"It's always like this... They spend all day messing around with their prank products and only got four certificates," she said angrily, fixing the plate with her wand. "They didn't even say they'd come down to help when they woke up..."

She directed the washed dishes to fly onto the long wooden table, explaining, "Charlie and Bill will be back in a few days, and there are only five children at home now."

Felix said, "I saw Charlie a while ago."

Mrs. Weasley's attention was drawn, and she inquired about her second son's situation. She said with some concern, "He keeps telling me his job is safe, but it's a dragon after all..."

“He has a reliable group of teammates,” Felix said, picking up on some light topics, like feeding the dragon roast meat, but Mrs. Weasley was clearly horrified, so he turned to Charlie’s captain, who was constantly scheming against a cute little Norwegian Ridgeback over brandy.

“Doesn’t sound very bright,” Mrs. Weasley said doubtfully.

“Cough cough! They have a good relationship, it’s more like a game…” Felix said, as he strolled into the living room and looked at the wall clock. Unlike the clock in the kitchen that served as a daily reminder, this large clock had nine hands. At the tips of the hands, where they resembled spoons, were photos of each family member. Where numbers should have been marked on the clock face, the possible locations of each family member were written, including “home,” “school,” “to work,” “on the road,” “missing,” “hospital,” and so on. At the 12 o’clock position, which is usually marked on a clock, was marked “Deadly Danger.”

Felix pondered the magic used in this magical item. There was definitely a tracking spell, as well as name magic, magic to detect physical condition... Perhaps the clock itself represented a magical contract.

A moment later, two red-haired boys came downstairs. They were Fred and George, twins in their pajamas. Their eyes searched around, and when they saw Felix looking at the clock on the wall, their eyes lit up.

"Professor, you truly keep your word!"

"Where are we going later? Percy said you grew a castle—"

"What kind of magic is this? Can we learn it?"

Are you planning to acquire Joko Widodo?

Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen, hands on her hips, and scrutinized the two men's attire with a stern expression: "Look at you two, what are you doing? Change your clothes, we have guests."

The twins, heads bowed in embarrassment, turned and went upstairs. As Fred left, he muttered, "Professor, wait for us, we have a new product! I—"

“Fred!” the twins’ mother shouted.

Fred immediately hunched his shoulders and pushed George upstairs. Before disappearing, he poked his head out and said with a grin, "Mom, actually I'm George."

A muffled voice came from beside him: "You're talking nonsense—"

“Don’t think you can just say that—” Mrs. Weasley’s chest heaved with anger, but the twins deliberately stomped their feet, making a clattering sound, pretending not to hear. From about the third floor, a voice shouted angrily, “Can’t you keep your voices down!”

Mrs. Weasley filled the bowl with food. "That's Percy. He must be writing a report... He's new to the Ministry of Magic, very ambitious, and eager to make a name for himself."

Felix laughed and said, "Fred and George worked very hard too, and their couple's mirrors were very popular." He didn't mention those bizarre prank products.

“So you could say that…” Mrs. Weasley paused, “I just think it’s too early for them to be thinking about making money when they still have two years until graduation.”

"Mrs. Weasley, they just chose what they love early on. You should know them best. Given their personalities, what kind of jobs do you think they'll do after graduation?"

Mrs. Weasley looked hesitant. Though reluctant to admit it, she simply couldn't imagine these two rascals ever dressing impeccably and going to work at the Ministry of Magic. Or rather, any job involving conformity seemed completely out of their league.

Just then, Mr. Weasley returned, followed by a little girl with fiery red hair. She was Ginny, the youngest child in the Weasley family, and she was looking at Felix with curiosity. His clothes today had nothing to do with the magical world.

Ron walked behind, yawning constantly, his eyes half-closed as if sleepwalking. Percy and the twins appeared last. Percy had his hair neatly combed and was wearing a smart suit.

“I’m now working for Mr. Crouch as his assistant. My days are very fulfilling. Today I’m going to the Quidditch World Cup.” Percy introduced his job. He greatly admired his boss, and judging from Felix’s perspective, he was intentionally imitating Barty Crouch’s style.

The twins winked at each other, as if they wanted to say something, but Mrs. Weasley noticed in advance, saying, "No talking during meals."

Fred complained under his breath, "Mom is so biased, she doesn't care about Percy at all."

"Yes, because as a minor leader, he was in charge of seven or eight people..."

"More than Dad."

"But what's his job again?"

“Wetherby, level this land—”

"The south wing is short two hundred seats—"

Ron and Ginny lowered their heads, their mouths agape in exaggerated grins, chuckling softly. Percy, exasperated, yelled, "You were peeking into my notes!"

Mr. Weasley coughed twice. “Children…” He gestured toward Mrs. Weasley, who held a soup spoon in one hand and had a blazing fire in her eyes, like an angry lion. They immediately fell silent.

The twins quickly finished their plates, and at the same time, Felix put down his knife and fork, saying to the Weasleys, "Thank you for the meal. Oh, Mrs. Weasley, no need for more, I've already had three bowls of soup..."

Outside the humble dwelling, the twins each carried a large bag containing their latest research findings.

"There are seven types of fireworks that can stay in the air for a long time!"

“Alright, we have plenty of time to discuss this. Now grab my arms tightly,” Felix said, the twins gripping his arms on either side. “Apparition? We’re almost there—” The three of them twisted and disappeared together.

They appeared in a side alley in London. The twins looked around curiously, staring at a huge rubbish bin. "Professor, isn't this Diagon Alley?"

“I can see that,” Felix said. “We need to change your clothes first, in case you scare anyone. We have a very busy schedule today.”

Chapter 327 The Hidden Secret

The three of them stood at the intersection of a busy commercial street.

They had just come out of a clothing store, the twins now dressed in dark blue casual suits and jeans, looking at each other and pointing at their new looks.

"That clerk almost touched the wand I had on my hip," Fred said, still shaken.

Felix hailed a taxi. “First to Charing Cross Road, then to Sam Precision Machinery,” he told the driver, then looked at the twins. “We’re going to pick up Professor Lupin; he’ll be coming with us.”

The taxi driver, with the typical early morning listlessness, lazily navigated the streets and alleys. "Charing Cross Road is just ahead. Where do you want to stop?"

"Move a little further ahead and stop next to that record store up ahead."

The driver glanced at it. "Here on business?"

“Pretty much,” Felix said, twirling a shiny coin. The driver shook his head, feeling his eyes were playing tricks on him. The car pulled over to the side of the road, and he said cautiously, “Waiting on the side of the road also takes time.”

“You’ll get your share,” Felix said casually.

Not long after, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared next to the record store, as if he had been there all along. Fred rolled down the car window and waved to him, "Professor Lupin, over here!"

Lupin walked over with a smile, got into the car, and said, "I didn't expect you to come this way."

"How's the recruitment going?" Felix asked, then added, "It's more convenient to go by car; actually, I was thinking of renting a car."

Lupin glared at him. "Now you want to ask? You said you'd help, but you disappeared for a week."

Felix shrugged: "I went to Albania."

Lupin's face turned serious. He had heard Sirius say that Voldemort had once inhabited the Albanian forests. He glanced cautiously at the twins who were eavesdropping and asked vaguely, "Any discoveries?"

“It’s not what you think,” Felix said. “I was looking for the old house of an old friend, but it was too old and all that’s left are ruins.”

Hearing that Felix wasn't searching for Voldemort, Lupin didn't think much of it. He then talked about the company's situation: "All the candidates have been interviewed. As per your requirements, I've hired 37 people—"

"Do I know anyone here?"

"The six people you recommended are all quite capable. In addition, excluding Krivat, there are three others who graduated this year..."

About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a factory.

Felix paid the fare and led them to the entrance. After giving their names at the guardhouse, a middle-aged man jogged over a few minutes later.

“Is this Mr. Hyp?” the man said warmly. “I’m Hobert Nutter, the head of Sam Precision Machinery. We spoke on the phone before.” The twins winked at each other and mouthed: Nutter.

Felix showed no reaction to the surname, which held special significance in the wizarding world. He introduced them naturally: “This is Remus Lupin, the general manager of Futureworld Corporation, and these two…” He glanced at the puffed-out twins, “They’re here for a visit, um, holiday social practice.”

“No problem, welcome! Welcome!” Hobot said quickly.

On the way to the factory, Lupin asked in a low voice, "How does he know about the future world? Did you tell him?"

“I registered a shell company with the same name with the British government,” Felix said with a smile.

"Is this necessary? It seems quite troublesome..." Lupin asked, puzzled.

“It’s not a big deal, I just discovered an interesting fact,” he whispered to Lupin.

"What did you say!" Lupin stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The twins and the Hobot supervisor looked over. He smiled apologetically and then whispered, "Are you telling the truth? There are people in the wizarding world who trade gold and silver artifacts?"

“It’s not new,” Felix said. “There are always some clever people who find silverware from old families and resell it to private collectors outside the magical world. Imagine, goblin-made silverware can repel dust, yet it has a unique sense of historical weight.”

"Aren't they afraid of being discovered by the Ministry of Magic?"

Felix chuckled. "There's no law on this, and guess who's doing these things? Just a few petty thieves? They're very discreet, but everything leaves a trace."

Lupin was overwhelmed with shock; he felt his understanding of the magical world had been completely overturned.

"A pure-blood family?" He kept thinking. "No, I remember many families have declined. Perhaps they are some of them, and they have been keeping this secret all along!"

Several family names flashed through his mind. Some of these families had a short history, yet they had become very wealthy in just a few decades.

Lupin hesitated and said, "But Gringotts stipulates that there are limits on the amount of pounds that can be exchanged for gallons."

Felix casually said, "Bartering is no problem on the black market. Pure gold and pure silver are valuable in the magical world, and you can make at least several dozen times the profit by reselling them."

Before Lupin could think it through, Hobot led them to a factory and said modestly, "We have prepared a variety of precision engraving equipment, hoping to meet your company's needs."

"This is a mechanical engraving machine, all-steel structure, diamond cutter head, high-precision ball screw and guide rail. It can be operated manually or with a simple program. We have a sample ready, please wait a moment, I'll go get it..."

He left for a while and came back with a three-foot-long brown wooden board with intricate patterns carved on it. He explained, "Many guests use it on the patterns of high-end furniture."

The twins stared at the sharp, cone-shaped blade, and just as they were about to reach out and touch it, it suddenly began to spin with a buzzing sound, then turned into a blurry shadow.

"Watch out!" Hobert shouted. "It's already spinning at two thousand revolutions per minute, it's very dangerous." He glanced at Felix, as if to say, "Keep an eye on your kid!"

“Fred, George, you don’t want to leave your hands here, do you?” Felix said softly.

The two grinned, and Fred asked, "Could you demonstrate it once?"

Seeing that neither Felix nor Lupin objected, Hobot felt the chances of a deal were greatly increased. "No problem!" he said casually, then called over a professional. The employee took the wooden board, examined it carefully, flipped it over, clamped it on the workbench, and then pressed the control button next to it. The rotating conical carving knife began to move, and the moment it made contact with the wooden board, wood chips flew up and curled up into strips of wood.