The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"I knew it."

Scott was not surprised at all.

“Hey!” Fred said, “We’ve got it all planned out. We can open a Troops fortune-telling shop. You just need to do the readings, and we’ll take care of the rest.”

George "attentively" placed several chicken legs on Scott's plate and brought him a glass of pumpkin juice.

“Yes,” he said in a low voice. “We are completely at your service, Master Trollope, and we only need thirty percent.”

"Hey!"

Eddie, who was standing nearby, immediately became dissatisfied upon hearing this.

"You've gone too far, you Weasleys!"

He looked so angry his nose was practically crooked.

"Scott is my roommate, and I'm the most suitable person to run 'Troop Fortune Telling House'!"

Chapter 174 A Business That Cannot Be Treated as a Business

At the dinner table, Eddie and the Weasley brothers argued about who was the best owner of the "Troop Fortune Telling House".

Scott himself remained calm, enjoying the entertainment as he ate.

However, he was actually quite surprised.

You should know that Fred and George are quite the talkers.

In the past, they were invincible thanks to their unparalleled tacit understanding as twins, using their unique "one word from you, one word from me" technique.

But this time they met their match.

Eddie, that kid, managed to take on two opponents single-handedly and hold his own thanks to his constant chatter.

"Don't think that only the two of you know how to do business."

Eddie tilted his chubby chin and glanced sideways at the twins.

"I was already earning money from other kids in the community when I was just 4 years old!"

"us……"

George got stuck and turned to ask Fred.

What did we do when we were 4 years old?

Fred recalled, "We almost got Ron to make an unbreakable vow?"

“That was when we were seven years old, and that's when Dad gave us a really good beating,” George said.

Fred nodded. "From then on, the left side of my buttocks was different."

The two spoke loudly, which caused bursts of laughter from those around them.

Scott sensed that Ron, who had been dining at another long table, had rushed over and almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Um……"

Fred thought for a moment, blinked, and brought up another matter, "Then... turn Ron's teddy bear into a giant spider?"

"We were 5 years old then."

George smiled, seemingly lost in fond memories. "Oh, I remember Ron's scream that almost made him scream his lungs out."

"I heard you! You two bastards!"

At this moment, Ron was already standing behind the two of them, gritting his teeth.

"Don't you feel any remorse at all?"

His face looked extremely pale.

"I'm your younger brother!"

Fred turned his head and looked at him with a grin. "Oh, dear little Roro."

“We were just joking with you back then,” George said. “A close joke between brothers.”

"That's a giant spider!"

Ron's face turned ashen, and he was so angry he jumped up and down.

"I was only 3 years old then! You two bastards!"

Fred's expression immediately changed. "Speaking of which, it's all your fault, little Roo."

“That’s right.” George nodded in agreement. “You were the one who broke our toy flying broom first.”

"you……"

Ron's freckles were bright red, and he looked like he was about to explode with anger.

He looked like he was going to fight the twins to the death.

"Ron!"

At that moment, Harry ran over and dragged Ron back.

"You actually stepped forward," Hermione said in disbelief. "That way, everyone will know they're telling the truth."

Fred and George even made a face at Ron from a distance.

"See, Scott."

Eddie suddenly shouted.

"Compared to these two troublemakers who only bully their younger brother, I'm more reliable. You should choose me."

"Too cunning, Eddie!"

Fred and George were not having it.

"We have a wide network of contacts and can bring you more customers."

"Oh, we're at your service, Master Trollope, we can even wash your socks!"

The two of them also started to spend a lot of money verbally.

Eddie scoffed, "Stop bragging, you guys can't even wash your own socks!"

"We're experts at housework..."

The twins, of course, wouldn't admit it.

At this point, Scott, who had finally finished eating, put down his knife and fork.

"What do you think, Scott?"

"State your choice, Master Trollope!"

All three of them looked at Scott.

At this moment, even Roger and Milton, as well as the classmates who were listening to the argument, looked over.

"Of course..."

Scott gave a fake smile.

"...I won't choose anyone."

"what?"

Eddie and the twins were dumbfounded.

“Who said I was going to open a fortune-telling shop?” He wiped his mouth. “I don’t have that much time.”

He then stood up.

As he stood up, he heard many regretful sighs coming from around him.

Moreover, most of them are girls.

Sure enough, girls can never resist the allure of divination.

Scott smiled, glanced at Eddie, and then at the twins.

"I'm full, you can continue eating."

After saying that, he turned and left.

As Scott passed by the Gryffindor table, he couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance at Ron.

That look seemed to make Ron, who was already unhappy, even more unhappy. He clutched his head and let out a painful groan.

But poor Ron didn't notice that his best friend Harry was hunching over with a twitching grin on his face.

That's nothing, but Scott clearly saw... even Hermione, who always had a serious expression, had a smirk on her face.

After leaving the auditorium, Scott walked through the corridor and went to the courtyard to sunbathe.

A short while later, Eddie and the twins arrived.

“Scott!” Eddie urged directly, “Aren’t you really going to reconsider? I remember your parents went abroad, maybe you need to earn more Galleons yourself.”

“That’s right.” Fred nodded in agreement. “You just need to set aside some time each day… no, each week.”

"Why did you two stop arguing?" Scott asked with a smile.

"We have decided to cooperate!"

Fred and George put their arms around Eddie's shoulders affectionately.

“I just said I don’t plan to open a fortune-telling shop,” Scott said, “but I didn’t say I wouldn’t make money from fortune-telling.”

"What do you mean?"

The three people in front of him stared wide-eyed.

"Fortune telling is not a business."

Scott said in a low voice.

"Think about it, which would you trust: a fortune teller who makes money by running a fortune-telling shop, or a fortune teller who only does fortune-telling after you make a serious request?"

"Oh!"