"What's the reason then…? And why are you discussing this with me instead of Professor McGonagall or your parents?" Kayson asked, puzzled.
"Well, the reason is… with You-Know-Who's return, property prices in Diagon Alley have dropped significantly. Many shops are selling at a loss."
"And we need to leave Hogwarts as soon as possible to accumulate our initial capital. We want to seize this opportunity to buy a shop at rock bottom prices and open our joke shop," the Weasley Twins said, speaking in unison.
"So what good does telling me do?" Kayson said, half-closing his eyes, somewhat speechless.
"Professor, we know that if we tell our parents directly, they won't agree, so we came to ask you, didn't we?" the Weasley Twins said, smiling.
"...I ask you, what's my last name?" Kayson asked.
"Uh… Heath."
Kayson nodded: "That's right, my last name is Heath. It's not Weasley. So telling me is useless, isn't it? Wait, haven't I already said that?" Kayson frowned.
"We just want you to persuade our parents. You know our parents can't help us much financially, so we have to work hard ourselves in that regard."
"But it's hard for us to tell Mum and Dad directly. After all, saying bluntly that because they don't have money, we have to endure hardships beyond what ordinary people can bear to achieve our dreams…"
"It would hurt their pride a bit."
"Exactly, we don't want to be like Percy."
The Weasley Twins said, speaking in unison.
"Hmm… I've seen your mother more than once. To be honest, your father would probably be easier to persuade, but your mother, I feel she's more traditional. Emotionally, I can't say much, but rationally, I think she prefers children like Percy—following the rules, entering the Ministry of Magic directly after graduation, hassle-free and respectable," Kayson explained, stroking his chin.
"Oh… Mum just has such a short memory. What if we also become ungrateful like Percy?"
"And the facts have already shown her that people like Percy are utterly useless."
The Weasley Twins kept pressing.
"...Can't you accumulate capital at Hogwarts?" Kayson asked.
"It's very difficult. Although the shops in Diagon Alley have dropped in price, if we only rely on the few Sickles, Knuts, and a small number of Galleons from Little Wizardss at Hogwarts…"
"We've calculated it, it would conservatively take… six years."
The Twins sighed in unison.
Kayson also sighed at their reaction. He casually pointed to a spot: "George, bring me that clothes rack over there."
George scratched his head and said: "Professor, I'm Fred." But he still walked towards the clothes rack.
"Nonsense, you're George. Don't think I can't tell. Hurry up," Kayson urged.
"Oh… honestly, Professor, you're better at telling us apart than our mum is," George said, bringing the clothes rack over.
Kayson leaned forward slightly, reaching out to grasp the clothes rack. The next moment, the mahogany clothes rack instantly turned golden yellow, from inside to out, from top to bottom. The original mahogany clothes rack became a pure gold clothes rack.
"Take it. This is from me to you, as the startup capital for your shop," Kayson said, picking up his Alchemy journal again to read.
George and Weasley exchanged glances, shaking their heads in unison.
"Professor, we are indeed very poor."
"We came to you for help."
"But help doesn't mean charity, so we really can't take this big thing."
The Weasley Twins both said, clearly refusing.
"Oh… back when I gave you Alchemy homework, you never hesitated to withhold gold. How come today…?" Kayson frowned.
"Hmm…" The Weasley Twins still exchanged glances, then slowly began to speak.
"Because at that time, gold was something everyone had, so to speak."
"If we diverted it, we diverted it. That was our skill."
"But at this moment, you are giving us gold out of charity. That's your kindness, and it has nothing to do with our own ability."
Kayson sat in his office chair, listening to what the Weasley Twins said, feeling a bit helpless. The Twins were good in every way—kind-hearted, well-positioned, good-natured, and even had top-tier talent. It was just…
"I'm serious, you two are being a bit pedantic now. This matter is known only to us, so there's no need for it to cause any unnecessary resentment in your hearts. On the surface, I'm your Professor, but from my perspective, you are no different from my younger siblings or even my nieces and nephews," Kayson explained.
However, the Weasley Twins clearly weren't listening to these words. They looked at each other, pursing their lips: "Professor, if you don't put this clothes rack away, we'll just have to run away."
Saying that, they both took a step back, clearly intending to retreat.
"...Hmm… You two go back first. Put this clothes rack back for me. I'll find an opportunity to talk to Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley for you," Kayson said, leaning back in his chair, feeling a bit helpless.
The Weasley Twins exchanged glances, both sporting a mischievous grin.
"Then thank you, Professor!"
Kayson nodded, somewhat resigned: "Now get out of here… Today truly is a time of trouble. Now there's another group of people coming to find me. Guess who?"
"Harley?"
"No, it's Harry already!"
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