"It's...it's that fifth-grade textbook..."
Percy stammered, lowering his head guiltily.
"That's right, Argus!"
Seeing that Percy couldn't bring himself to say it, Fred readily took over the conversation.
"We don't have enough Galleons to replace your fifth-grade textbook right now. You'll have to wait a few days until my parents mail the Galleons over."
"If you need it urgently, I can give you my book first, and we'll exchange it when I buy the new one."
Percy, fearing that Argus would be dissatisfied, hurriedly spoke up.
"Or, we can use goods as collateral!"
Fred winked at Argus: "Those are all good stuff, freshmen's favorites!"
"We have fat tongue toffee that can make your tongue grow bigger, and a premium dung egg that can make a classroom stink for a week!"
"Besides..."
"Shut up, Fred!"
Argus smiled and shook his head: "No need for a new book. The book isn't damaged, so it won't stop me from continuing to read."
"Besides, my notes are on it, and it would be a lot of trouble to change it."
"But..."
"It's nothing, Percy!" Argus smiled and shook his head.
"If you really feel bad about it, then lend me your old notes to take a look."
"Speaking of which, the notes of the top student in Gryffindor are not something that just anyone can borrow."
"I'm the one who benefited this time!"
"No problem, leave it to me, Mr. Grindelwald!"
Percy's face clearly showed pride when he mentioned his achievements.
"Just call me Argus, that's what Fred and George call me."
"Oh, listen to this, Fred! Our top student is finally getting a chance to shine!"
Percy glared at the goofy George.
"Okay, Argus, I'll take them both back first. I'll bring the notes tomorrow morning."
"No rush, I'll come and get it myself whenever you're free."
Percy thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you the notes in the Great Hall of Hogwarts tomorrow morning."
"Then I won't disturb your rest. Good night!"
After saying that, he grabbed the Weasley twins, one in each hand, and left.
Argus did not go back immediately, but waited for about ten minutes.
Two furtive figures emerged from the stairwell.
"The generous CEO specifically gave us a coded message to come back. Is he interested in our products?"
"We have a lot of good stuff here, let me guess what you want..."
"No need to guess, I'm interested in more than just your products."
"Not just products? Could it be…" George covered his mouth with one hand, feigning horror.
"It's over! So many little witches at Hogwarts are going to have their hearts broken!"
Argus was speechless.
Is this what's unique to Britain?
A strong sense of homoeroticism? Even teenagers know that!
Fred patted Argus on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't worry, this is normal, we won't tell anyone else."
"Oh, right, you called us here..."
Damn it!
Argus almost forgot about the important matter because of the mess these two made!
Argus then remembered the purpose of calling the two over. Afraid of being confused by them again, he said, "I called you back to discuss a collaboration with you."
"Or rather, investing is a more appropriate term."
"Invest!"
Upon hearing this word, the Weasley twins exchanged a glance.
Argus could see an uncontrollable surprise in each other's eyes.
For so many years, their hobbies had not been recognized.
Both Madam Molly and the Hogwarts professors had expressed their dissatisfaction on more than one occasion.
They had even hesitated about whether to continue this hobby.
They thought their career might gradually decline, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better!
Argus carefully observed the reactions of the two and then told them his thoughts in detail.
"I think your product is very valuable."
"The development prospects are also good, but it is constrained by funding limitations and cannot be fully realized."
"As long as there are enough funds, you can definitely make a lot of Galleons!"
"Look at Fred, our benefactor has excellent taste!"
The Weasley twins, as if they had found kindred spirits, put their arms around Argus's shoulders tightly.
"How many Galleons do our future shareholders plan to invest?"
George became a little nervous when the topic was brought up.
He quietly pinched the hem of his clothes with both hands.
Fred's eyes also showed a hint of unease.
No matter what, they were just thirteen or fourteen-year-old kids.
One couldn't help but feel uneasy about the future of one's beloved career.
Argus slowly extended his five fingers.
"Five Galleons...that should be enough for us for a while!"
"Fifty!"
"Fifty!"
George and Fred couldn't believe it.
For a moment, they were still reeling from the surprise!
They were jolted out of their ecstasy when Argus handed them the heavy bag of Galleons.
"These fifty are just the first batch of funds. From now on, I will be responsible for all your materials, including experimental supplies."
"Just give me a backup of the product you've developed."
"We'll split the remaining profits 50/50."
"This..."
The Weasley twins exchanged a glance and slapped each other hard across the face.
They then embraced.
"George, it's not a dream! The generous Mr. Grindelwald is really willing to invest a large sum of money in our cause!"
"We no longer have to hide every day!"
They couldn't believe that a windfall had actually fallen from the sky!
It hit them right on the head!
"Not only that, but after you graduate, you can come directly to Acolytes."
"I've prepared a joke shop especially for you, and you'll be in charge of everything."
"Merlin's thermal underwear! Today is definitely our lucky day!"
The Weasley brothers were almost overwhelmed by Argus's pie.
Their mouths were stretched almost to the back of their ears!
They almost knelt down and kowtowed to Argus!
Argus smiled and reassured the two.
He wouldn't do a losing business!
In Argus's opinion, the Weasley twins' prank toys could definitely become the signature attraction of Acolytes' Future Commercial Street!
Let alone fifty Galleons, he wouldn't hesitate to give five thousand if he could take them down!
The three discussed some specific details, and when they looked up, it was already late at night.
Argus stretched and yawned, making a cracking sound.
"It's getting late, how about..."
"How about a thrilling late-night snack?"
George raised an eyebrow and made a suggestion to Argus.
"Late-night snack?" Argus rubbed his stomach.
George's words made him realize he was actually a little hungry.
He nodded, as if he had just thought of something: "To the Hogwarts kitchen?"
"Another like-minded person!"
The Weasley twins excitedly pulled Argus along, sneaking through one hidden passage after another.
To be honest, Argus started to regret it halfway through.
It's really not worth traveling this far in the middle of the night just for a late-night snack.
But... we're already here!
The three arrived at a brightly lit stone passage.
At the end of the passageway hangs an oil painting of a fruit bowl.
Fred walked skillfully to the painting and gently scratched one of the pears with his hand.
"Giggle!"
The pear seemed to have a life of its own, twitching and twitching as it was scratched, revealing a green doorknob.
Fred twisted it hard, and the painting opened.
"Welcome to the Hogwarts kitchen, my esteemed benefactor!"