Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 511 This is the Family Fun Channel
“This store is by no means ‘ordinary’,” Cohen said.

"It seems Mr. Pisgood has finally taken our advice on the renovations," Fred said with a smile. "Look, Mom seems to be obsessed with Ginny—good job."

Following the direction Fred pointed, at the entrance of the Magic House, Ginny was pestering Mrs. Weasley to go inside and have a look, while Ron and Harry nodded frantically beside her.

Tonks clearly wanted to go in too, and he nodded and hummed in agreement from the side.

Other customers, who came in a steady stream, were not as hesitant as they were, so much so that Mrs. Weasley had to stand aside with her children to avoid blocking the way for those customers.

"Are you planning to tell your mother now?" Rose came over to the Cohen and Weasley brothers, glanced at Mrs. Weasley not far away, and then asked Fred and George.

“I’m still thinking about it,” Fred said, then raised an eyebrow at George. “But I’m getting a little impulsive. What about you, George?”

“I can’t wait.” George raised an eyebrow at Fred.

“Good luck to you,” Rose said with a smile. “To be honest, if Cohen wanted to open a store like this, I certainly wouldn’t object—Molly would probably be about the same.”

"Running a shop is too hard. Is there a simpler way of life?" Cohen asked expectantly, "Like Edward's early life—"

“He’s not old enough for the second half of his life yet,” Rose said affectionately, ruffling Cohen’s hair. Cohen was now almost as tall as her. “Want to go inside and take a look?”

As you walk into the store, a familiar voice rings out—

“Ah, new guests, what can I do for you—” Arnold’s words came to an abrupt halt when he saw Cohen and Rose enter.

“Hey, wife! Wife! I can’t see again—damn Flores blindness—” Arnold shouted back.

“Flores’s blindness? It’s quite serious,” Cohen said.

"Is that Cohen's voice?" Arnold feigned a blank stare, waving his hands around at the air. "What a pity, I was going to bring you—"

“Alright, Arnold,” Rose said, covering her mouth with a laugh. “Edward already knew—we’re not here to drag you to work. Have a good vacation.”

"Really?" Arnold immediately dropped his act.

Meanwhile, the Weasleys and Tonks finally entered the house—because Ginny had promised Mrs. Weasley that she would confirm with her before buying anything.

"Rose!" Mrs. Pisgood came out from the back door of the front desk, pushing a stroller.

Inside the stroller sat a fair-skinned, brown-haired child. After pushing the child to Arnold, Mrs. Pisgood quickly stepped forward with a smile and hugged Rose.

“Eee-yah-yah—” the child called out, reaching out to Cohen without any fear of him.

"Little Pod will be one year old after his birthday this year." Arnold picked him up. "Want to hold him?"

“So cute.” Rose teased Pod’s nose.

"Won't he cry when I hold him?" Cohen hesitated at Arnold's invitation.

“Children aren’t that timid, look.” Arnold cradled his son’s armpits and handed him to Cohen—

This was the first time Cohen had ever held a child.

The child was so soft and delicate, as if he could be hurt at any moment, that when Cohen took the child, he had no idea where to put his hands so as not to hurt him.

Perhaps he had already injured the child; Cohen felt as if he had touched the child's bone...

However, Arnold was right; Podrick wasn't actually that timid. He was even giggling when a Dementor grabbed him by both sides and lifted him up.

I can't believe how Voldemort managed to cast the Killing Curse on Harry, who was only one year old at the time. And what about those Burke family members who cursed Herbert's children...?

"Ouch." Little Pod tugged at Cohen's hair. "Should I put him on the ground—I think he's going to fall—"

The child was sliding down with a flexibility akin to slime, and Cohen felt that if he continued hanging like this, the child might turn into a sausage dangling in mid-air.

“These are normal occurrences.” Seeing Cohen’s tense expression, Arnold smiled and took the child back. “I held you like this when you were a child too—it’s normal to hold a baby like this the first time.”

"what?!"

On the other end, Mrs. Weasley let out a gasp.

She was just talking to Mrs. Pisgood, with Fred and George nearby.

Clearly, they planned to tell their mother the truth.

"You two made all these products?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "At school? But where did you get the money?"

“Mr. Pisgood had this idea, so we joined in,” Fred said. “Mom, we just wanted to open a joke shop, and as you can see, it has a lot of potential—”

“And we’ve already made quite a bit of money,” George said, pulling a bulging money bag from his pocket. “It can help supplement the family income—”

Mrs. Weasley didn't answer at all.

“Molly, Fred, and George certainly have a good business sense,” Mrs. Pisgood said.

“Thank you, Furney, but I think…” Mrs. Weasley hesitated.

"Mom, you're not still not going to agree, are you..." Fred said anxiously.

“No.” Mrs. Weasley paused, then glanced at the crowd of customers thronging behind the shelves. “If you really… I mean, if you could live happily on this—”

"Really?" George was overjoyed.

"Sigh..." Mrs. Weasley sighed, "While I would have loved for you to work at the Ministry of Magic—it seems you wouldn't have been very happy there, would you?"

“Thank you, Mom!” Fred exclaimed, hugging Mrs. Weasley tightly and planting a kiss on her forehead. “Then this money is for you and Dad—”

“No, your father and I don’t need your money,” Mrs. Weasley said firmly, her cheeks flushed where Fred had kissed her. “You need to save it for yourselves to deal with all sorts of unexpected situations. Life isn’t always smooth sailing.”

"Can I have it?" Ron interjected from the side.

“Little Ronnie, don’t overthink it,” Fred said, gesturing with feigned seriousness. “You’ve already got your new flying broom.”

"It seems like the talks went well." Arnold held his son in one arm and touched his bald head with the other. "Now I don't have to run back and forth between the department and the store anymore."

"Didn't you think about hiring two employees?" Cohen said.

“Ha,” Arnold said dryly, “I was originally planning to hire two pretty female shop assistants, but my wife found out about that affair a while ago—”

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Cohen clicked his tongue.

"Where do you think this originated?" Arnold nodded and looked up at Cohen.

"Really? Maybe those fried skewers weren't clean enough. I feel like I'm losing my memory," Cohen said. "I don't remember anything—"

(End of this chapter)