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In a future that is about to be shattered, George is still receiving some guests as usual. Hogwarts is currently in class, and the exams will be in two months, so the business of Weasley's Trick Shop is not very good.

Most of the guests who came now were young wizards who had not yet reached school age, and their parents were happy to see them come to Weasley's Wise Workshop. Wizards like George who had made considerable contributions in the war had a good reputation.

That is to say, George just wants to open a trick shop and has no intention of entering the Ministry of Magic. Otherwise, even if he cannot achieve the status of Minister of Magic like Hermione, his position will not be any lower.

Ding bell~ The doorbell rang again.

"If you have anything you want to buy, feel free to write it down on the notepad." George lowered his head to calculate the prices of the products they purchased for the children in front of him, and said hello in passing.

A few minutes later, a little wizard who came in last walked around the store, then didn't buy anything. He walked not far away from the counter with his head lowered. His face was covered by a hood, making him a bit mysterious. temperament.

"Boss, are there no new products?" the wizard lowered his voice and said.

Even though the other party's voice was processed, George could still tell that it was a minor. In addition, it seemed a bit familiar.

"Sorry, I've been busy lately and don't have any new products." George said, raising his head and looking at the man. He remembered who the familiar voice belonged to.

"Boss, let me make a suggestion. If you can't even come up with new product ideas, why not close the store?" the wizard continued.

These words directly angered the other little wizards in front of the counter. They turned to look at the guy who was hiding his head and tail, and were ready to curse.

"Fred, is that you? Fred?" George said in disbelief, his words trembling. The only thing he was afraid of now was that this was a dream spun by Polyjuice Potion.

"Long time no see, George." Fred simply lifted his hood and said with a smile. Outsiders could not recognize the two brothers, but it was not difficult for them to recognize each other themselves. Even if one was old, the other was still the same. young.

We've always been the same age, but you're several years older than me now, but we still see each other.

George jumped out of the counter on his hands and knees. At this moment, he had forgotten that he still had a wand and his identity as a wizard.

After rushing to Fred, George stretched out his hands and hugged him tentatively. His hands passed directly through Fred's body, and he only felt a faint chill.

In an instant, George's tears fell, "Fred, you have become a ghost. Did I make you unwilling to continue walking?"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault"

George fell to his knees and burst into tears for the first time in a long time.

Fred put his arms around George's body, seeming to comfort him.

At this moment, another George came in from the door, waved to the little wizards, and signaled them to leave. At the same time, he very generously gave them all the things they selected for free.

After everyone left, Little George reached out and turned the sign on the door so that "close" faced outwards.

After entering the door again, Little George walked past the crying George with a smile on his face and walked to the back of the trick shop. There were many products that he had never seen before, and some of them were just ideas for Little George. , but now it has been realized.

After Fred stood there and comforted him for a few minutes, he saw that George still had no intention of stopping, and reached out to wipe the tears from his face, "George, what are you doing? Get up, and I'll set off the fireworks with you. You Why are you just crying here?"

George was stunned for a moment. He didn't tell anyone about the fireworks. Why would Fred's ghost know about it?

"Fred, am I going to be so rich in the future?! I don't feel any distress at all when I set off fireworks and throw them into the water!" Little George couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the dozens of large boxes of fireworks placed in the corner. .

George slowly turned his head and looked at little George who was flipping through the instructions excitedly. He felt that he might be dreaming. If Fred was a ghost, who was this? Your own ghost? Sure enough, this is still a dream, the best dream.

"You're not dreaming. George, you're always like this. Whenever you get carried away by something, you think you're dreaming." Fred put his hands behind his back and tried to act like a young adult.

Little George turned around and rolled his eyes, "Aren't you the same? After you discovered the Marauder's Map, you dreamed two days longer than I did."

"Let's get acquainted again, although we have known each other since birth, Fred Weasley, Hogwarts student." Fred said, extending his hand.

George stretched out his hand and shook it blankly, then opened his mouth, as if he had many questions to ask.

"It's not a lie, it's not a dream, it's not a ghost, it's not a polyjuice potion." Little George answered all the questions in George's mind without looking back, "We do come from the past, but we should be a few years younger. "

"If you want to hear it, I can explain it to you slowly, but first I have to get up from the ground, okay? You make me feel like not only did I not grow taller in the next few years, but I also had my legs amputated." Fred scratched He said scratching his head.

It's not that Fred doesn't want to pull George up, but the strength and solidity of his body are now linked to magic power. The source of magic power was in the past a few years ago, so it's hard to pull the person up and even push the door open.

George was like a puppet on strings. He would do whatever Fred said. As long as this dream-like situation could continue, he could do whatever he wanted.

Ten minutes later, when Fred's Chapter Five and Forty Chapters of The Adventures of Ivy had just begun, the door to the trick shop was pushed open with a bang, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron He hurriedly walked in.

As soon as the little wizards who had been invited away by little George told their parents about the matter, Hermione was immediately notified, and then Hermione rushed over immediately, dragging Ron and Harry, whom she had just met, with them.

After all, it sounded like George's weakness was being exploited.

"Hey, Harry, Hermione, um, long time no see, and Ron, you..." Fred waved.

"Wow, Ron, you are so tall." Little George jumped out and interrupted Fred.

"I saw it first."

"I said it first."

Ron looked at the two familiar and unfamiliar people, and was a little confused for a moment. He couldn't believe his eyes, "You are"

"I'm Fred." George raised the corner of his mouth.

"I'm George," Fred followed.

A perfect fit, just like it once was, a little prank that never goes out of style.

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