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I don't know since when, but the physical fitness of Hogwarts students has been declining. There are always students who feel dizzy, vomit in class, and suffer from excessive nosebleeds.
"I have to remind you, the professor won't excuse you from learning this material just because you took a sick day and missed class," Hermione said after class, looking disapprovingly at Ron and Harry, who had avoided Transfiguration class with the help of some speedy candy.
"What does it matter? Transfiguration class is always the same," Ron said confidently, placing his hands on his hips.
"Hermione, we're exhausted right now. Let us rest, just this once," Harry said more sincerely. Lately, he'd been playing Chanique Flamel and practicing Quidditch while trying to make time for homework. He was completely worn out.
Betrayed by his teammate, Ron was left alone to endure Hermione's glare. He bit the bullet and said, "Okay, but besides this trial batch, I don't have any more money to buy new ones."
"Aren't they your brothers? Do you really have to buy these from them?" Hermione asked, clearly aware of who made the instant candies.
"That's because it's not a personal favor anymore!" Ron blushed. "It's a business they've opened with Adam. Adam invested two thousand Galleons for 80% of the shares in Magic Wheezes. Otherwise..."
Ron trailed off, not finishing the thought.
"I remember they said last time they were planning to start a business with Adam as a partner," Hermione noted, her expression becoming slightly amused. "So... they ended up getting themselves a boss?"
Eighty percent of the shares were gone. Did the twins really just become employees?
Ron shrugged. He didn't fully understand it either. "Actually, they prefer to call it 'risk shifting.' Adam covers all the funding, location, packaging, and advertising. They just focus on what they do best, and the management rights are still in their hands. What's wrong with that?"
Fred and Robert happened to be passing by with a new product and explained, overhearing the conversation.
Hermione turned to them, curious. "Then how do you make sure Adam won't take over the management rights? Of course, I don't doubt Adam's intentions, I'm just curious."
"Adam understands our grand vision and wouldn't do something like that," Fred said confidently. "But, just to be safe, Adam had us sign a magic contract. Lovely lady—want a candy?"
Hermione suddenly understood. Magic contracts were far more binding than legal ones in the wizarding world. She glanced at the candy Fred was holding out and politely declined, "No thanks, I don't like sweets."
"Too bad," Fred said, popping the candy into his own mouth.
After a few moments, Ron eyed him skeptically. "What's the effect of that candy?"
"Actually, it's just a normal candy. If there's anything special about it—" Fred and Robert exchanged looks—"it's durian flavored."
"Durian?" Harry had never heard of it.
"It's a fruit with a very unique flavor. Some people love it, others can't stand it. Adam made it into a candy that only the eater can experience. We're not sure yet if everyone will like it, so we're offering a trial run first," Robert explained, offering Harry one from the box. "Want to try it? Free sample!"
Hearing it was free, even though Harry wasn't short on money, he was intrigued. Adam's creations were always interesting, so how strange could it be? Without hesitation, Harry unwrapped the candy, popped it in his mouth, and instantly regretted it.
"Oh... it's so... sour...!" Harry grimaced, drooling uncontrollably as he struggled with the intense sourness.
"Huh?" Robert blinked, inspecting the wrapper in Harry's hand. Though it was yellow, it seemed lighter than the usual durian wrapper.
"Oh no! I think I gave you a Sour Bomb Exploding Candy instead..."
Robert looked embarrassed. He was trying to promote Adam's products, not prank anyone!
"Exploding?" Hermione and Ron were puzzled, but Fred and Robert had already begun backing away.
"Bang!"
A puff of smoke floated up. Coughing and waving their hands to clear the air, Hermione and Ron found themselves staring at Harry, who now sported a full afro.
"Pfft—cough... Pfft—cough..." Hermione couldn't stop herself from laughing, grabbing her bag and heading out. "I'm off to do homework. You guys... cough... enjoy."
As Hermione left, Harry's accusatory glare fixed on Robert.
"Ahem! I swear it was an accident! How about I ask my brother to apologize to you?"
Ron, still laughing: "???"
Robert pulled out another Sour Bomb Exploding Candy and shoved it into Ron's mouth without warning.
"Uh-?!"
He pushed Ron, who was now doubled over from the sourness, toward Harry, before he and Fred quickly made their escape.
"Bang!"
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had quietly opened for business at Hogwarts. Though they operated discreetly—since their products couldn't be displayed openly like Adam's store—their quick-acting truant candy quickly gained popularity among Hogwarts students, especially the troublemakers.
"You shouldn't have sold it to that git from Slytherin. Last time, Marcus tried to bring Filch to catch us!" Fred complained at a new product testing hosted by Adam.
The fool hadn't considered that if they didn't have skills, they wouldn't have avoided being caught. It wasn't like professors didn't notice something was off with students who used the candy.
"In that case, maybe you should replace the quick-acting truant candy you sell him with a diarrhea-inducing one," Robert Lancelok suggested, rubbing his chin.
"That's... brilliant!" Fred and Robert exchanged a look, excitement gleaming in their eyes. "Let's give it a try next time!"
Uther quietly moved his chair further away from the group.
"Chicken soup's ready!" At that moment, Adam arrived, a large pot floating behind him.
"Wow! It smells good! Is the new product chicken soup? What's new about—" Gazz stood up to peek into the pot, only to freeze in place.
In the pot, a light blue soup rippled, and even the chicken skin was a sickly green color, nothing like anything edible.
Thud.
The pot landed on the table with a heavy sound, echoing in their chests.
"Go ahead, try it! It's old hen soup!" Adam announced, but the table remained silent. Eventually, Mark was the first to reach into the pot with his chopsticks.
"What... is this?!" Mark's eyes widened as he quickly put the item back in the pot.
"Mandrake," Adam replied, unbothered.
( End of the chapter)
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