Chapter 1145： no rules

Fred, George and Lee Jordan all felt bad for a moment when they heard Albert say that there would be guests.

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It's obvious that those who deserve Albert's special attention, and who also made a trip because of this, can't be the guys who can't stand on the stage, otherwise they can solve the problem by themselves.

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"It must be the constipation poster on the window. I already said that it is too hateful." Shanna felt that Fred, George and Lee Jordan were too tossed, and dared to make fun of the mysterious man. It's not surprising that Death Eaters are staring at them. Even if they are not Death Eaters, there may be people who come to trouble them in the name of Death Eaters.

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"I don't think those people are that stupid." George didn't think the Death Eaters would dare to trouble them. After all, the Ministry of Magic's stronghold is next door, and the Ministry of Magic is looking for Death Eaters everywhere, and no one is stupid enough to fall into the trap.

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"Some people are jealous, some people want to make trouble, some people want to make a fortune, some people think this store is in the way, and some people want to exclude competitors." Albert's understatement made everyone heave a sigh of relief.

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"How do you know... Oh, by the way, divination, I almost forgot about this?" Fred glanced at the magic mirror in the corner of the wall, and then his eyes fell on the Marauder's map that Albert just handed over.

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"You guys have been too ostentatious these days. I think you should temporarily close the shop and only accept owl mail orders." As soon as Albert finished speaking, Fred and George had strong reactions.

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"That's for your safety, and after the start of Hogwarts, the business in this store will gradually become deserted. The defense against the dark arts is guaranteed by the store next door, and the joke props are handed over to Joko. Then your work will be much easier and safer."

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"Looks like you're eating Zuko!" Fred couldn't help laughing. It seemed that it would be nice to have a branch in Hogsmeade.

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"Did you predict something bad?" George frowned slightly, thinking that Albert must have predicted something.

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"No, I'm just in case." Albert shook his head and reminded: "Even divination is not omnipotent. It's always right to be careful, and it won't prevent us from making money anyway."

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Albert has been trying to record and eliminate future troubles through divination recently, and find panel tasks for himself, but he does not want others to pin their hopes on him.

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It is impossible for people not to be wrong, and Dumbledore can see this, so they cannot be made to rely too much on prophecy.

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"Should we go next door to inform the Ministry of Magic?" Shanna looked away from the mirror and couldn't help suggesting, "Maybe, we can..."

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"There's no one else next door." Fred interrupted by shaking his head.

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"Can…"

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"The Ministry of Magic is not a fool, so how could they keep people vigil in Diagon Alley." Lee Jordan curled his lips in disdain: "Actually, patrolling during the day is just pretending to intimidate those who want to take the opportunity to make trouble. By the way, to increase everyone's confidence in the Ministry of Magic, it's not a big deal to really get into trouble."

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The actual level of the so-called crisis response team is really average. It's not comparable to Aurors, no, even apprentice Aurors. Kingsley never complained about it.

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"I can handle them by myself." Albert said domineeringly: "And, if you don't let them see an opportunity, do you think that group of villains will take the initiative to come? They're not idiots."

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"Would it be too dangerous for you to be alone?" Shanna said worriedly, "No matter how bad the few of us are, we should be able to help a little bit!"

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"Are you going to kill them all this time?" Fred asked excitedly.

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"Whatever you do, it's the Ministry of Magic's job. We'd better not let them take the job, and teach that group of villains an unforgettable lesson." Albert did not intend to do thankless things, and the task was also Only let him keep the "Happy House" and the Defence Against the Dark Arts props store, not to kill everyone in the future.

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As long as they hurt them, few people will dare to trouble them in the future.

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The easiest way is to wait for them to come, throw a few mandrake grass roots outside, to ensure that the unsuspecting group can be killed, but in order to avoid damaging the atmosphere of the magic world, Albert finally gave up. This is the easiest way to prevent others from throwing the Mandela grass roots around as weapons in the future.

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At this moment, in a dilapidated house in Knockturn Alley, a group of cloaked men are meeting urgently.

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"Will it be too hasty?" There was anxiety in the tone of the speaker.

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"We can't give them any reaction time." The cloaked man in the mask reminded, "The more people know, the lower the possibility of secrecy."

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"I almost didn't react myself."

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No way, no matter how you look at it, the plan is too rushed from formulation to execution.

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"That's not the point," said another cloaked man. "We must not be allowed to suspect us."

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"No, I've already made arrangements, and they're all on the Ministry of Magic's wanted list. After this deal is done, they'll leave the UK with Garen right away." The speaker almost patted his chest to assure.

"Why not wait for the night, or the dawn?"

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"That's their request."

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Several people here are very clear about what "they" refer to. The Death Eaters have been causing trouble for the Ministry of Magic recently.

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This operation obviously also has the shadow of Death Eaters.

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Of course, there are also reasons for wanting the Death Eaters to take the blame.

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"Do you have anything to say?" Mr. Tolle looked sideways at his son.

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"I think the biggest problem is that you are ignoring someone!" Kenneth frowned and reminded, "I suspect that the owner of that shop is not the Weasley twins at all, they don't have Galleons, and those Defense Against the Dark Arts props It's not something they can make."

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"You mean Albert Anderson?" Mr. Toller frowned slightly. Kenneth told him about this, and he saw that his son was very afraid of the guy named Anderson.

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"Yes, 80% of the store belongs to him. Otherwise, with the poverty of the Weasley family, I am afraid that even the rent of the store cannot be paid. Anderson guesses that he distributed the benefits to the Weasley brothers and asked them to help. He used to be in school. Just like it." Kenneth looked at his father and warned: "You have never dealt with Anderson, you don't know how dangerous he is, and he is a master of divination."

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After noticing the cannibalistic look from his father, Kenneth quickly shut his mouth and didn't dare to talk nonsense here, but he still hoped that his father would give up this stupid plan.

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However, this is clearly not possible.

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They had tried to manufacture and resell inferior defense against the dark arts items, but they were stuck by the Ministry of Magic's monopoly, resulting in a large accumulation of goods and a huge debt.

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For the Tolle family, who have been in the gray area for many years, how could it be possible to tolerate such a thing.

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As long as that store disappears, as long as the specialty store of the Ministry of Magic disappears, and the magic world is in chaos again, they will naturally be able to easily benefit from it.

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Yes, the benefits.

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Who would be foolish enough to take the risk of acting as Voldemort's minions if there was no benefit at all.

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It can only be said that the people gathered here are for their own interests.

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Someone is blocking their way to get rich, and they gather here to make the guy in the way disappear.

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"You shouldn't have said those words just now."

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After the cloaked men left, Mr. Toller glared at his son discontentedly.

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"You shouldn't put everything down." Kenneth frowned and said, "You didn't know your enemy from the beginning, and you didn't even know what kind of guy you were about to face."

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"Enough, I don't want to hear this, and we have no way out." Mr. Toller looked at his son and reminded blankly: "Kenneth, you have to remember that you want to get money from the gray area. , don't tell people the rules, follow the steps step by step, you will only make yourself lose in a mess."

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"If you don't want to go, just stay here."

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In fact, the Tolle family has long been eyeing the big cake of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but the Ministry of Magic's monopoly is too ruthless, causing most of the shops and stalls selling low-quality Defense Against the Dark Arts items to collapse directly.

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They have no way out.

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What's more, everyone at UU Reading doesn't think they will fail.

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Because many people hope that the guy who is in the way in front of them will disappear, and they hope to get those manufacturing technologies.

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Even if the Ministry of Magic were to investigate, it was done by the minions of the mysterious man, and even the excuses were ready-made, and that was the poster of constipation on the window, which was simply an insult to the mysterious man.

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Kenneth Toler frowned at his father and sighed, he still thought it was a pretty stupid move.

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Even if tonight's action is a success, what if they hit their store?

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Do you still expect others not to take revenge?

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If it were someone else, Kenneth would not object, because doing business step by step is really not profitable.

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But the opponent is Albert!

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Is it not difficult for the group of black wizards who were executed a while ago to give them a **** warning?

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Executed by Scrimgeour?

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Maybe so.

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But Kenneth was pretty sure it was Albert's sake, and it wasn't hard to tell from the store.

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"Why can't they see clearly!"

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Kenneth looked at the retreating backs of the group of people and sighed heavily. He was sure that Albert had a way to find his father's head.

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