From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Just kidding?"

In a Muggle hotel on the Greek border, the twins stared at each other as they read a letter from Durmstrang.

According to their original plan, Karkaroff will help them register a leather bag trade association that seems to be a little involved with the government, and they are going to rely on this to expose the face of the Magical Congress of the United States.

But the question now is - is this chamber of commerce a little too involved?

Covered with the seal of the International Magic Cooperation Division of the Magical Congress of the United States, with the signature of the Director of the Office of the International Magic Trade Standards Association, the name is also a very outrageous International Cooperation Chamber of Commerce...

The two even wanted to send a letter to question Karkaroff - you're joking, isn't this a fake certificate?

But due to family reasons, the two of them are quite familiar with this thing, and no matter how much they check, they can't find the problem... It's outrageous...

To be on the safe side, they eventually wrote to ask more about the chamber of commerce, and the two of them became dumbfounded after receiving the letter.

In short, the newly-appointed members of the Magical Council of Magical Cooperation Division don't understand anything, and they dare to take any money. Karkaroff is still concerned about this matter, so he just spent a lot of money to get it. This is more real than real...

"I've been thinking about doing it..."

The two looked at the documents and shook their heads, "This is too outrageous, it turns out that there really is something worse than the Ministry of Magic..."

With the name of the chamber of commerce, the rest is easy to say.

The craftsmanship of making medals, pennants, etc. is all too familiar to the two of them—they have spent a lot of time on tricky magic props over the years, but they never thought that this craft would actually work on it before graduation...

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In the Greek magic world, in a barber shop opened in a commercial street, the owner began to fiddle with his barber tools.

Those props that can be cleaned automatically are a good thing. They will press the guest who is trying to ask the price on the chair, and then start to cut and shave the guest non-stop, which is very clean.

Of course, such attentive service is expensive - there is a line of small print on the signboard, five Galleons per person, although extremely small, but definitely not against the rules of the Ministry of Magic.

"Business is not good..."

The owner, Kevin, glanced at the street—there have been fewer foreign tourists recently, so it's really not easy to take advantage of it.

But he can't change places at will. The management personnel in this area have finally gotten to know each other well. It's hard to talk about changing places.

"Boss, boss!"

The apprentice recruited this year hurriedly ran over from the back warehouse with a letter, and he frowned in a panic - this guy really can't be trained...

"What's the matter, is there another **** magic kingdom that has a problem, and the number of our customers who are critical is reduced?"

"No, boss, we won the award! Best Smile Award in the International Barbershop Around Europe!"

What is this stuff?

Hearing this name, Kevin's brows furrowed.

What and what, he hasn't participated in any competitions - even if he does, he still has self-knowledge about his own shop, right?

"Bring it here, let me see..."

He took the letter with a dark face—it always felt like his peers were mocking him.

The letter was very thick, and it was bulging and I didn't know what was stuffed.

【To Kevin Barbershop:

After a year of disaster in the American wizarding society, we have finally reorganized the new Magical Congress, and all the residents of the American wizarding community have been unforgettable for the help they met during these difficult days and the warmth that exists in their memories...

In April of this year, under the guidance of the Magic Cooperation Department of the new Magic Congress, our International Cooperation Chamber of Commerce was established. The Chamber of Commerce and the shop that still can't forget the most difficult times...

After extensive investigation and research (Kevin blinked and skipped a long chunk of nonsense)…

Please send a commissioner from your chamber of commerce (shop) with relevant certificates and 30 Galleons of activity funds to go to the **** office (xx street xx) in **** city, Greece to receive the medal and award certificate.

—Office of the Greece Responsible Office of the International Chamber of Commerce]

"Look, I'm right, we've all won awards abroad!"

"Win a **** award!" Kevin swears, "It's a **** peer!"

"Do they cut hair too, boss?"

"Fart, robbery!"

Kevin blushed and scolded swear words - thirty Galleons, grabbed his head?

He has been robbing money in this street for half his life, but today someone used an owl to rob him of money for letters?

This is more than a test, it's a provocation!

"Go," he instructed his apprentice angrily, "inquire with the Ministry of Magic and see if we can send that disgusting office to prison—you lied to me!"

However, the reply came thirty minutes later.

"real?"

Kevin looked at the letter with a look of disbelief, "They showed the genuine registration form at the Ministry of Magic. Is it really from the Magical Congress of the United States?"

"Why are you standing still, hurry up, get Galleon, and go to accept the award!"

He kicked his apprentice all of a sudden, "I got such a beautiful medal that hangs at the door. I will be more at ease with the five Galleons in the future!"

After thinking about it, Kevin was worried that the apprenticeship would not be successful, so he simply left him to watch the store's charges, and hurried to the street over there with the money, for fear that he would not be able to get the medal one step later.

Although I don't know what medicine the Yankees took wrong, but this award is not for nothing.

But even if he was hurrying, it was still a little late. When he passed by, Huo - in the so-called office, many people were queuing.

They were all old acquaintances, which made him particularly uncomfortable.

The one in front is the one who sells medicinal herbs.

The one in front, the water in the tavern is sold with wine.

The one in front of him kept talking about peddling banned books, looking at the names one after the other, and it was full of Muggle novels that I didn't know where they came from, and they didn't even have illustrations. A real black-hearted profiteer.

And the one in the middle, charging for two menus, is a robber.

'Unfortunate, why did you get together with these people, is this the ministry's plan to take it all together? ’

Kevin's calf was a little tight, and he was very worried about the accident, but someone at the front had already come out holding a golden medal.

'This workmanship, this shape, beautiful! ’

He praised, really good craftsmanship.

It's just how bad people are - he recognized the squeamish-looking guy, and that's a bastard, a bad-breed of bad-breeds, and a guy who deserves to be cursed to death.

The guy's name is Old Sybee, a barber who runs a street not far away.

'Best skill? Does he fit too? His tools are all copied from mine! ’

Kevin couldn't help but want to hit someone, but he finally held back—forget it, get his own things first.

—

"Hello, I'm Lucy, the receptionist of the firm, and this is my ID card."

When Kevin entered, he was shocked - no, is this organization so formal?

She's still a very beautiful girl, and the metal ID card looks unusually formal (inspired by the Ministry of Magic's phone booth ID card, which twins are tired of).

The standard English made him almost unable to handle it, but fortunately there was an interpreter around, which made the chamber of commerce look more formal.

'It's just that the office inside is a bit shabby... but there's no way, it's a temporary office...'

He made an excuse for this himself, and then looked at the middle-aged man who was in charge of the matter and looked quite serious.

"Hello, I'm Kevin, the owner of Kevin's Barbershop, you are."

"I'm in charge of this trip to Greece, Sim."

The middle-aged man shook hands with him, and then briefly introduced the reason for the award and the reason for this action.

"We feel obliged to let everyone in the magical world know what the sunshine is in our hearts in difficult times, Mr. Kevin, although the way your shop operates is somewhat unrecognized, there are still many People and us have written to say that the hairstyle is beautiful and invigorating..."

'So that's how it is...'

Kevin himself believed it a little - making money is making money, but if the craftsmanship is recognized, it is really...

He happily paid the fee with that Miss Lucy, and then got his own medal and certificate.

"how…"

He stared at the medal in his hand in a daze - why is it so small, is my award really inferior to that guy's?

"What's the matter, Mr. Kevin?"

"This medal..."

"That's the basic medal, Mr. Kevin, if you're willing to pay more for materials and costs, we can provide a deluxe version..."

Kevin looked at the Mr. Sim and laughed, a bit of trance in his eyes.

The deluxe edition of the medal available in the previous large…

"How many?"

"Seventy Galleons are needed."

…

"Hang it up for me!"

The new golden, enchanted medal hung on the store, and Kevin looked at it with a smile on his face.

Just such a thing is hung up, and that is an internationally renowned store!

And it's not the parallel import award that everyone has. He inquired about it, and he was the only one in this street! What is this called, this is honor!

"It's just... those Americans are too savvy..."

He sighed, and then went back to wipe his family's money-making tools. For some reason, in retrospect, he always felt that he was robbed.

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"Deduct the cost of translation..."

"After deducting the cost of the venue we leased..."

"And then deduct the cost of our activity relationship..."

"And the cost of our use of the compound decoction..."

"There are fifteen hundred Galleons left!"

Fred's reckoning was quick, and a happy expression appeared on his face.

"We still have to borrow the fees we borrowed from Mr. Karkaroff in the early stage and the fees for him to clear the relationship - then, we only made a hundred Galleons."

"Wait, I have to deduct my mental damage fee for dressing up as a receptionist..."

"The expenditure of seven Galleons...then..."

"Seven Galleons? You're kidding, my brother!"

"Forget it, let's move to a few countries. Our goal is not to make money, but to play pranks on this. Next time I'll be the receptionist..."

"It's almost..."

"What should I do with the extra Garen in the future?"

"We took part of the store opening funds, repaid part of Mr. Black's investment, and donated the rest of the purchased materials to ordinary people in the American magic world..."

"Yes, I agree."

The two jokingly arranged the funds properly—the money was easy to come by, but they still felt that the joke shop was a real business. As for this time, the extra money was donated to the ordinary people.

—

"Which country is it?"

"The seventh country, right?"

Fred was talking to his brother, and he felt a word all over his body—tired.

They never thought that they could get tired of collecting money with just one line.

Simply - now they can even receive letters from Karkaroff. Someone sent a letter to the so-called International Cooperation Chamber of Commerce, asking why they didn't go to their country to present the award. The relationship between the two countries has always been very good!

According to Karkaroff's hints in the accompanying letters, the current director of the International Magical Cooperation Department of the Magical Congress is very interested in this, thinking that this is a very good diplomatic method, not only rewarding them, It even awarded a large medal and a special grant to the trumped-up Chamber of Commerce - of course, the actual number of the latter is...

"Medal, medal, I'm going crazy for a medal!"

Fred was leaning against the wall—it wasn't gimmicky at all, and it made him happier at first, but it didn't even feel as fulfilling as a fake wand.

"My dear brother, according to our definition of our own products, this may be the most expensive product we have ever made in our life. The small size is thirty and large and seventy. The price is known to my mother, and she must be worried that we are robbing money. …”

George is joking while having fun - in order to reflect professionalism, UU reading www.uukanshu. com is something they have to do by themselves, and it's not finished yet.

At first, the two were full of pride and ambition, but now, when they see this thing, they want to vomit.

They need to secretly put on makeup, go to the black market to find out which shops are more deceptive, then put on makeup again, submit a formal application, hire a translator, rent an office, send an invitation in person, and then have to take the money for acting.

It's all hard money...

"On average two days at home, it's the most tiring internship..."

"Yeah, almost half a month has passed, and the time has passed so fast. After a month, let's go back to school to prepare for the final exam. If this goes on, I'm afraid I'll lose my love for looking at the store. I've been staring at the decoration four times. …”

"I've also done it three times... This is still with Mr. Karkaroff's information... There is still a big gap from our original plan..."

The two complained for a while, then got up with a bitter look, and began to prepare for the next medal.