"Yo, help?" Fred and George exchanged a glance and said cheerfully, "Go on, what kind of help? As long as we can do it, we'll definitely help you, Harry, trust us—"
"Alright, long story short." Harry cleared his throat and said to Fred and George, "You know that Sirius is about to marry Miss Fari—"
"Yes, we know, our memory isn't bad." Fred said.
"That's not the point." Harry watched as Fred was about to habitually divert the topic and corrected in a low voice, "You see, Miss Fari has arrived at number twelve Grimmauld Square, but there's a problem—have you ever been to Sirius' room?"
"Never been." The two said in unison.
"Come on, let's go together now." Harry suggested.
Saying that, he indiscriminately led the two towards Sirius' room.
"Sirius' room has quite a few Muggle girl posters." On the way, Harry said awkwardly, "And back then, to show his rebellion against the family, he even used a Permanent Stick Spell on those posters; now they can't be taken down."
"Think about it." Harry said again, "If Miss Fari saw these things, what would she think? How would she see this?"
The twins grinned wickedly like Harry.
"Aha." Fred and George clapped their hands together, "Looks like we have a handle on the Minister of Magic, don't we?"
"I think we can use this opportunity to get the Minister to open the green light for our business..." George whispered to Fred.
"No, wait a moment." Harry's face darkened, "The point is not that, the point is we need to quickly get these things down—"
They stood at the door of Sirius' room, Harry opened the door, and the two followed him inside.
At first sight, they saw those rather alluring posters behind the bed.
"Cool." Fred whistled, "Looks like our Minister's taste when he was young..."
He looked at the figures of the girls in the posters and said with admiration, "Very healthy..."
Indeed healthy, that figure was such that one couldn't even see the toes.
"So," Harry said, "we need a good way to deal with these things that have been permanently stuck—"
"What about Finite?" George quickly got into the mood, stepped forward, drew his magic wand, and tapped the posters with the spell.
The posters didn't react.
"Looks like it's not working, how about Finite?" Fred asked, "I remember Harry seems to know this spell?"
Harry nodded, walked up and pointed his magic wand at one of the posters.
"Finite!"
However, still no effect, he tried peeling the poster but found he couldn't.
"This is awkward." Fred rubbed his chin and said, "I feel these things... can't be removed with spells, maybe we should try knocking down this wall?"
"No way, that's a load-bearing wall." Harry quickly said, "If we take down this wall, the house will be in trouble."
"Then there's no good way." Fred shook his head helplessly, "Or maybe we can try our latest product—Rapid Fade Remover, it can quickly remove color..."
"Did you bring it?" George asked.
"Brought it." Fred took out a dragon skin wallet from his pocket and pulled out a small bottle.
Apparently, the dragon skin wallet also had a Traceless Stretching Spell.
Looks like their business is really profitable, using dragon skin wallets...
Fred took the small bottle, squeezed out a bit of liquid, and evenly applied it to the posters.
"It really works!" Fred perked up, pointing at the posters which were fading, "Look, these posters are fading, the images are disappearing... Come on, lend a hand, George, let's apply this liquid on all the posters, this is indeed one way."
Harry didn't stay idle either, he stepped forward to lend a hand, helping to remove the images from the posters.
The effect was significant, the colors faded—however, the problem arose, fading the color didn't mean the images could completely disappear, the outlines of the former girls could still be seen.
"I'm out of ideas." Fred spread his hands, "I'm really out of ideas, buddy—"
Just then, Ron and Hermione's voices sounded from outside, the two were clearly having a pleasant conversation in the hallway.
Of course, not to forget Draco's voice, and Neville's.
Harry hurriedly went out to call the four of them in.
As the saying goes, three stinky cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang; Harry thought with everyone brainstorming together, there'd definitely be a solution.
"Maybe..." Hermione suggested, "We can try using a Cutting Spell? I think it might be able to slice off a bit of the wall skin, but it can take these posters down, what do you think?"
"No." Draco thought for a moment and then said, "That would seem a bit abrupt, wouldn't it? If Miss Fari asked, how would you have my uncle explain it?"
In terms of blood relation, Sirius is indeed Draco's uncle as he is the brother of Draco's mother, Narcissa.
"I think..." Ron suddenly said, "You all are overthinking this, why don't we just paste some more posters over them? Cover these posters, problem solved! If worried about them not sticking well, we can use the Permanent Stick Spell on those posters too?"
When he finished speaking, the entire room fell into an eerie silence.
Ron gulped, thinking he hadn't said anything wrong?
"What's wrong with you guys?" He asked cautiously.
"You're simply a genius! Ron!" Hermione hugged Ron excitedly, "Oh my, why didn't we think of such a good idea? You're so smart, Ron!"
"As the saying goes, even a wise man can err; even a fool can sometimes be right." Draco said sarcastically.
But he quickly regretted and wished he could take those words back.
Mocking Ron had become his subconscious habit, but now, he really didn't want to offend Ron anymore.
The reason... was simple.
However, Ron was clearly overwhelmed by Hermione's hug, not noticing Draco's words, all he was thinking about was "Hermione hugged me."
Look at this silly kid...
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"Alright, our next task is to find some harmless, healthy posters." Fred interrupted the two who were hugging, coughing as he spoke, "Ron, why don't you look if there are any Quidditch posters or something? I remember you love to hang these posters at home, there are quite a few by your bed, right?"
"I'll go right away!" Ron spoke quickly, "I just bought a bunch of posters, we can use them here—as my wedding gift to Sirius, how about that?"
Hearing Ron's words, everyone laughed together.
"Hurry up." Harry said, "If you don't, Miss Fari might discover it—"
Just at that moment, several voices were heard at the door again—Miss Fari's, and Cassandra's, they had already reached outside the door.
"Oh no!" Harry's face darkened, "I'll go outside, find a reason to distract them, you guys move quickly!"