People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 138 Extra: Weasley's Boss Lady

(My dear children, may you be happy every year, fulfill your wishes, and be satisfied with everything in the new year.)

(This is a separate personal extra story, you can treat it as a parallel world.)

That time Fred and George asked Avro if she wanted to be the owner of a joke shop.

Afuluo thought they were asking about being the boss's wife, but she didn't expect it was the boss's wife who was the boss.

The sun shines through the lattice windows into every corner of the room, and mottled light and shadows dance on the light-colored floor. The fine dust is wrapped up, and the air is filled with the smell of sunshine.

"When did I say that?" Afuluo leaned against a polished glass counter with her arms folded, looking at the two people opposite her who were smiling happily with slightly wide eyes.

The same face, the smile with the same curve as the replica made her heart flutter.

One handsome guy smiling is heart-moving, two handsome guys smiling is twice as heart-moving.

Two handsome guys who look exactly the same are smiling at me...

"It was last time~" Fred pretended to pout his lips and lowered his eyes like a deceived puppy, with a wronged tone in his voice.

"Last time? When was the last time?"

George hugged Afro from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and the heat from his breath fell on her ear. "We asked you last time, and little Afro agreed in person."

"Now you deny it. How can there be such a bad kid like you!" Fred pointed his index finger at Afro, his face full of expressions of being deceived and hurt.

It seems like Afro is really some bad guy who plays with people’s hearts and emotions!

"You're talking nonsense! You were clearly asking me if I wanted to be a boss! You didn't even mention my girlfriend!"

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Avro was discussing the post-war reconstruction of Hogwarts with the retired Dumbledore and forcing the headmaster Snape to discuss the post-war reconstruction of Hogwarts.

At this time, Fred and George walked up to her embarrassedly, as if they had encountered some difficulties.

"Aphrodite, do you have time?"

"We have something to ask of you."

Dumbledore's eyes swung between the three of them playfully, and he quickly responded, "Go ahead."

Having said that, he had no intention of leaving at all, his blue eyes sparkled like sapphires under the light, and his intention to gossip was too obvious!

Snape looked at Hogwarts, which was almost empty, and pinched his brows with a dull pain. He then glanced at Dumbledore who was immersed in gossip and the three young people who were enjoying the springtime.

Helplessly, he dragged Dumbledore, who wanted to watch the fun, away, leaving the place, leaving only three young men staring at each other.

Hogwarts would be ruined without him!

"What's the matter?" Afro flipped through the parchment in her hand, filled in Dumbledore's suggestion on it, and crossed out Snape's suggestion.

"Weasley's Joke Shop needs a proprietress."

Afro raised her head in confusion, her eyes shifting from Fred's face to George's face. They didn't seem to have any problems.

Why not be your own boss?

"Aren't you the boss?"

"The boss and the boss lady are not the same thing."

Afro, whose mind was immersed in the reconstruction work, had not yet realized that they were not talking about the same thing.

Complete cross-server chat can still be connected.

"That's fine, I can help you supervise and it will be easier."

Fred and George were stunned to see Afro agreed so quickly. They had prepared a lot but hadn't taken them out yet!

"Do you agree?" Fred asked again uncertainly. He moved closer to Afro, blinking his round puppy eyes at her. The joy in his eyes infected Afro.

"If you ask again, I won't agree."

"No, no, you can't go back on your word!"

Afro smiled and nodded, and George and Fred happily held her waist and spun her around on the ground a few times.

In the following days, Avro was busy with Hogwarts matters, until today when she suddenly had the urge to go to the joke shop.

As soon as she entered the door, she was blocked by two red-haired lions, who accused her of being a traitor.

"Didn't I hear it wrong?" The red hair brushed against her cheek, and Afro felt itchy in her heart and reached out to ruffle George's hair.

"You just want to regret it! You regret it!"

"I'm not going back on my word. How can you guys express your feelings like that? Who can tell?"

Afro spread his hands, looking innocent and aggrieved.

She was the victim. Not only did she lose her shop, but she also lost herself.

Although she likes them too.

"Then let's do it again. Can you not regret it?" Fred and George stood in front of Afro with their heads lowered. Their humble and pleading looks made her feel a little relieved.

"It depends on your performance."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fred and George each took one of her hands and led her around the counter and through a doorway.

Opening the door leading upstairs, in front of the stairs, George took out a black silk scarf from his pocket.

"Do you believe us?"

Afro looked at them deeply, and took the scarf to cover her eyes. After losing vision, other senses will be infinitely magnified.

Afro felt the warm touch on her hands, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other as they walked rang in her ears.

"Lift your feet, slowly."

The unique breath of George enveloped her, and a strong arm protected her waist.

A few minutes later, the three of them slowly walked to a cream green wooden door. Fred held Afro's hand, led her to the golden handle, and gently pressed it down with her.

The door opened.

A bright light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. Afro subconsciously closed her eyes. After she adapted to the bright environment, she slowly opened her eyes.

The creamy white walls, dark brown floors, and white floral curtains sway gently in the wind.

Retro decorative paintings, soft sofas and thick carpets cover the entire room.

This is what Afro imagined, a room where you don’t need to wear shoes, a small space where you can sit on the bay window and read a book and drink tea...

“This is all…”

Fred put his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head, and held her in his arms as they toured the entire third-floor room.

"Is this lady interested in living here with two stupid gentlemen forever?"

They took Afro back to the original room, and George took out a copper key and placed it in his hand, handing the choice to Afro.

Outside the window in the evening, the setting sun dyed the sky red, and the gentle sunlight shone through the window onto them, casting a halo on the boys.

"Does that mean I still have the final say in the store from now on?"

"of course."

The slender fingers slid across the palm, and a bronze key appeared between Afro's fingers.

“Think about it, it’s quite a good deal.”

“Only good value.”

Fred hooked his arm around Afro's neck and placed a wet kiss on the corner of her mouth. George hugged her from behind and placed the same kiss on the other side of her mouth.

"Don't regret it this time."

"it is good."