Harry Potter: The Bard of Hogwarts

Located in Devon, England, the Burrow stood tall.

Perhaps, as Ron had once said in the stories, they hadn't expected to have so many children.

To have enough room, they had to keep building upward, layer by layer. However, since there had never been an architect in the Weasley family, the entire house presented a quirky and interesting appearance from the outside.

Although the stories often described the exterior of the Burrow, as Ino walked through the stairways, he found the interior decorations equally intriguing.

A small stairway corridor perfectly exemplified the fusion of magic and technology.

Rusty cauldrons were filled with various electrical plugs, and old newspapers were adorned with Coca-Cola labels. Furthermore, the walls of the corridor were plastered with numerous appliance manuals, like a collection of honor certificates, neatly stuck to the walls.

George and Fred's room was on the fourth floor, which roughly corresponded to the order of the Weasley children—Bill, Charlie, Percy were on the lower floors.

Pushing open the door.

Three focused figures came into view.

The twins and Draco were engrossed in the movie mirror before them.

The content playing inside was the castle's favorite show, "Tom and Jerry," but now with an added voiceover.

"… This stupid Tom, why doesn't he fight back immediately and keeps getting fooled…"

"Merlin, I've never seen anything so dumb. Is it a troll? Oh, well, it is a troll… I shouldn't have expected anything else."

The story was the same, but the added commentary enhanced both the visual effects and the humor.

Seeing the three so absorbed, Ino didn't interrupt them. Instead, he sat on a chair in the back, curiously observing the room's décor.

George and Fred's room was spotless and seemed perfectly safe, but knowing their personalities, Ino didn't believe they were well-behaved kids.

With the intent of finding some flaws, he examined the room again and noticed many peculiarities.

For example, the raised floor under the bed, the bookshelf that looked deep but was shallow in reality, and those obviously fake landscape paintings…

As he was engrossed in his observations, he noticed three pairs of curious eyes in front of him.

"Uh… you guys finished watching?" Ino rubbed his forehead.

"We finished a while ago, but you seem to have discovered some hidden secrets!" George grinned mischievously.

"You know too much!" Fred wore a sinister smile and pulled a wand from his sleeve.

Ino wasn't particularly concerned, but Draco, like a startled rabbit, eyed them warily.

"Alright! Let's get to the main point. I plan to start selling visual mirrors before the World Cup," Ino interrupted their prank, which smelled of licorice lollipops.

Seeing the prank exposed, Fred dropped the act and began eating the wand.

Despite four people in the room, Draco was the only one fooled. Realizing this, his eyes filled with resentment.

…

On the fourth floor of the Burrow, as the conversation heated up, Ron was outside in the yard, bored and whacking gnomes. The ugly gnomes reminded him somewhat of George and Fred.

"Tom and Jerry" had taught all the young wizards in the castle about trolls and gnomes. But unlike everyone who favored the clever gnomes, Ron preferred the simple trolls.

He had long noticed that Tom didn't really want to hurt Jerry; otherwise, the troll's sharp teeth could have torn the gnome apart.

"I'm going easy on you…" Ron mumbled while waving his stick.

But as he continued, his movements slowed, and looking at the gnomes in the garden, he suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

Harry hadn't seen gnomes, nor had Colin. Many students in Gryffindor came from Muggle families.

These annoying gnomes could be caught and secretly brought into the castle. Even at three Knuts each, they could make a considerable amount of pocket money.

As his thoughts expanded, Ron's gaze toward the gnomes grew softer, almost melting steel.

…

On the fourth floor of the Burrow.

"… We need different product models, three feet, five feet, ten feet, and so on. And the bigger the movie mirror, the more luxurious it should look to give buyers a sense of superiority."

Draco spoke from experience, detailing the style of the wealthy.

"But it's disposable…" George hesitated.

"Then make it not disposable!" Fred said firmly.

"We'll find a way to make some lower-cost, more compact movie mirrors that can connect with the larger ones…"

Fred's creative idea lit up George and Draco's eyes.

Similarly, Ino was a bit dazed. According to Fred, this was almost like Muggle VCRs paired with televisions.

To be fair, this was something he hadn't thought of. Perhaps it was a case of not seeing the forest for the trees.

In his vision, the future of movie mirrors resembled Muggle smartphones—not only recording and saving but also integrating two-way communication circuits for interaction.

However, Fred's idea was also feasible.

Muggle smartphones could stay, but they could also incorporate televisions and VCRs.

…

Engaging conversations always made time fly.

At noon, under Mrs. Weasley's urging, they reluctantly paused their discussion.

"Tomorrow, you two come to the hut, and we'll go to Croatia to pick the site and set up the production line as soon as possible."

Ino said to the twins.

"Don't worry, we'll be there!" George and Fred replied in unison.

"What about me?" Draco felt left out.

Faced with his occasionally clueless roommate, Ino waved helplessly, "Where else would you go? Brioni Island already has your shares."

Hearing the confirmation, Draco nodded happily.

…

On the ground floor of the Burrow.

The Weasley family's social hub, though small, was very cozy.

In the center, a meticulously cleaned wooden table was laden with various exquisite dishes.

Although Mr. Weasley and the intern Percy were absent, the seven people around the table still created a lively atmosphere.

After a morning of chatting, Draco had gotten closer to George and Fred, no longer as reserved as when he first arrived.

Ginny still sat quietly, well-behaved like a perfect lady.

The interesting one was Ron, sitting there looking paranoid, like a Niffler who just got some Galleons, afraid someone might check his pockets.

Meanwhile, Ino's eyes were on the clock in the living room, a magical clock without numbers.

The clock had only one hand and phrases like "make tea," "feed the chickens," and "you're late" on the face.

Clearly, it was another interesting alchemical item.