Madam Malkin, who was busy at work, glanced at Mrs. Weasley and said, "I heard that you have twins starting school today!"
As she spoke, Madam Malkin tugged at Agarth, who stood out conspicuously among the three, and asked, "Is this your Percy?"
Madam Malkin and the Weasleys couple were classmates, just in different colleges, so they knew each other.
Most wizards in Britain would come to Madam Malkin to have their robes made, but the Weasleys are the ones who stand out the most.
The whole family had red hair and were good-looking, but they were a bit poor.
'I remember the first boy they went to school was a boy named Bill. He was very handsome, but I never saw any of the other children.'
"No, it's a friend's child," Mrs. Weasley explained with a smile. "Percy is reading at home and doesn't want to come out."
"Kids, who wants to start?" Madam Malkin asked, looking at the three of them.
Agarth nudged George, who was itching to jump around but too polite to do so.
"George, you go first! Look at his little face, it's all red with anticipation!"
Agarth tilted his head, reached down to touch his shoulder, and grinned at George.
'Oh no!'
When George saw Agarth's smile, he knew exactly what had happened.
'When did this guy spot it?'
'It's a pity I spent 3 copper knuts on a packet of itching powder.'
Fred, whose hands were itching to be used, took a step forward, "Madam, please take my measurement first, I need to go to the toilet urgently!"
"Pfft." Agarth couldn't help but laugh.
Madam Malkin glanced at the boy in front of her, then the measuring tape fluttering around her was brought close to Fred's body and began to measure him.
After taking the measurements, Fred didn't even look up. He hurriedly said "thank you" and ran out of the store.
Agarth saw the two brothers rushing out of the store as if they were being chased by something, after taking their measurements.
Only then did he straighten his back with satisfaction, and it was his turn to measure his body circumference.
'You little punk, trying to outsmart me? Nobody can beat me at causing trouble!'
Mr. Weasley patted his wife on the shoulder and chased after the twins.
As soon as he went outside, he saw the twins take out a medicine bottle from their pockets and pour it onto their hands. Mr. Weasley don't know what those two rascals had just done, but their hands were red, swollen, and covered in scratches.
"George, Fred, what's wrong with you two?" Mr. Weasley hurried over and grabbed the two boys' hands, asking.
George and Fred exchanged a glance, neither wanting to tell their father about such an embarrassing incident.
He could only laugh it off and say, "Dad, we were just stung by a bee that walked by."
Mr. Weasley looked at the two brothers suspiciously. This didn't look like a bee sting, it was probably some kind of prank.
However, Mr. Weasley saw that the swelling in the little hands had subsided after the two poured out a bottle of medicine, so he didn't pursue the matter further.
"Let's go, once Agarth is done, we'll go buy the books." Mr. Weasley put his arm around the two brothers and walked back. "I just don't know if Agarth bought the wand yet. If not, we'll have to go to Ollivander's again."
Mrs. Weasley, who had arranged the delivery date and address with Madam Malkin, walked out of the store holding Agarth's left hand and Ron's right.
Upon hearing this, Agarth hurriedly replied, "I already have a wand, but Albus just took it away. I haven't bought the book or the cauldron yet." (No, it was in his left hand.)
Hearing this, the Weasleys nodded and led the group to Flourish and Blotts. There, they saw bundles of books displayed at the entrance. Mrs. Weasley picked up a bundle, gave the shopkeeper 11 Galleons, cast a shrinking spell, and placed it in Agarth's hand.
"Because many new students come here to buy books, we put all the books that new students need together before the start of each semester to make them easier to sell."
Mrs. Weasley noticed Agarth's curious look and then explained it to him.
'This child doesn't seem to have grown up in a wizarding family. Professor Dumbledore said he was just found, so he probably was found in the Muggle world.'
"Agarth, go into the store and see what books you need. Wait for us at the door when you've picked them out, okay?" With that, Mrs. Weasley rolled up her sleeves and led Ron into the right corner of the store, where many dusty, worn-out books were piled up.
Agarth nodded, not questioning their actions. The book mentioned that the Weasleys' wizard robes were passed down from one brother to the next, or they bought secondhand robes.
For expensive books, secondhand ones are more cost-effective than new ones.
"Agarth, tell me quickly, how did you find out?" While the couple went to pick out books, George leaned closer and whispered.
"What? What did i found?" Agarth grinned again, showing his teeth in confusion.
Fred nudged Agarth with his elbow. "We played this trick on Charlie and Percy last time, and they both got caught. Why didn't you?"
"Is this what you mean?" Agarth waved his left hand, revealing a box of almost transparent white powder in his palm.
"What is this?" George asked.
"Itching powder? Didn't you use this to pat my shoulder today?" Agarth asked, puzzled. Didn't they buy the itching powder from their own store?
"You're saying this is itching powder?" Fred picked up the jar from Agarth's hand.
"That's not right, our itching powder is all black, why is yours white?"
"Black?" Agarth touched his right ear. The itching powder he developed had always been white, so where did the black come from?
"Wait, do you still have the black one you mentioned?"
Fred glanced at George, then pulled a packet of black powder from his pocket and gave it to Agarth.
Agarth took it, smelled it, and then handed it back to Fred with a dark expression.
This isn't some kind of itching powder. It's just wastewater that comes out during the process of boiling potion. After the wastewater settles and dries, it turns black.
The real itching powder is the one you have in Agarth hand.
However, Agarth suddenly remembered something Grindelwald had said to him, "Agarth, the itching powder is selling well, a small bottle of itching powder is selling like hotcakes, lots of people are buying it."
"Tell me, how much does this pack cost?"
The two looked at Agarth's dark face, wondering why he had suddenly become angry.
"Three copper knuts."
"What? Three copper knuts? Is he robbing me?!" Agarth roared.
This itching powder has such poor effects, and it's even waste material from genuine itching powder. How dare he sell three Copper Knuts?
Poor Agarth! He works for someone else and doesn't even get any pocket money, and they even lied to him!
"It's very cheap Agarth, this is a big bag with three copper knuts. But they has some that are even more effective, but they are very expensive." George's eyes shone as he talked about this.
"You mean, this store also has an even more effective itching powder?"
"Yes, but it's a pity we've never seen them, they're always kept in small bottles."