Daily Life at Hogwarts

Chapter 291 Be tough on yourself

The cold wind rolled up the sleet and crackled on the window glass. The cold air permeated around the castle. As this cold current penetrated into the castle, many students caught cold.

If the cold snap had come a week earlier, the Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match probably wouldn't have been so messy.

Even in such weather, the Quidditch match will still not be cancelled.It is conceivable that all the players will be shivering in such weather, and it is estimated that no one will have so much thought to make troubles.

In the cold corridor, three figures hurried over. They looked around furtively. After making sure that there was no one around, they quickly passed the stone wall three times and pushed the wooden door on the wall to go in.

As soon as he stepped into the door, a warm breath mixed with a faint milk fragrance rushed towards him.On the other side of the door was a bright, warm and comfortable room. The floor was actually covered with thick carpets, and a blazing flame was burning in the fireplace.

Beside the fireplace, a familiar figure was sitting in an armchair, and a cup of steaming milk tea was placed on the small round table in front of the man.

"Aren't you sick?"

Fred stared at the rosy-faced roommate in front of him, stunned for a moment, and asked back in puzzlement.

"Well, Madam Pomfrey just cured her."

The former patient Albert sat there, staring at the parchment in his hand, and said without raising his head, "Anyway, it doesn't matter if you don't get into History of Magic, as long as the exam doesn't suck too much."

"Why wasn't I the one who got sick!" George was very jealous of Albert's treatment. He also wanted to get sick and wanted to find an excuse to skip class.

To be honest, history of magic is recognized by all students as the most boring subject among all subjects. Mr. Phantom Binns probably lived too long, his thinking is very rigid, the lectures are super boring, and even achieve the effect of hypnosis, which always makes people feel dizzy sleep.

"You can study how to find a suitable excuse to let yourself skip class legally." Albert said without thinking.

"How rare to hear such a thing from you!" Fred couldn't help muttering, "What excuse do you think is better, don't tell me about diarrhea? I don't want to use strong laxatives at all, I never forgot what happened to that unfortunate Marcus McLaggen."

While Fred was talking, George took out the photo that had been treated with developing potions from his pocket, and it was impressively the black history of Marcus McLaggen.

The three looked at the guy in the photo and couldn't help laughing again.

"Aren't you afraid that Marcus McLaggen will find out that you are playing tricks?" Albert was speechless immediately, bringing evidence with him at any time to make trouble like that. Do you really want to make trouble?
"Oh, fine. Next time, I'll put it in a frame." Fred blinked. "Tell me what kind of potion is better to use to skip class. Do you have any good suggestions?"

"Give yourself a stomachache?" Lee Jordan said several symptoms of illness: "How about nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, nosebleeds, fever, and a cold?"

"Don't be kidding, you saw someone who made himself sick for skipping class." George shook his head and vetoed it. He was not a ruthless person who even hurt himself for skipping class.

"Unless, we can find an antidote that can quickly resolve the symptoms in a short period of time." Fred said, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took out a quill to write this down, "If it can be done, I feel very happy Bestseller. Hogwarts expects a large crowd to buy."

"By the way, I almost forgot what I wanted to say?"

"What's the matter?" Albert asked.

"Kenneth Toller was imprisoned by Filch!" Fred and George looked at each other and said in unison, "He was caught by Filch using a big dung egg in school, and now that unlucky guy is being imprisoned by Filch." Urcher ordered the corridors to be mopped to clean up the dung bomb traces."

"What did you do?" Albert raised his eyebrows, even if he thought about it with his knees, he knew the reason.

"Of course, we have been practicing the Disillusionment Charm, and now we can't be easily discovered." George secretly gave Kenneth Toller a slap, and he was in a particularly happy mood.

"I think they might guess who did it," Albert reminded, "if he's careful enough."

"We don't think Kenneth Toller has your brains." The twins were not at all worried about being found out by the other.

"What are you doing?" Lee Jordan couldn't help asking, staring at the silver parts on the table.He has been wanting to ask since just now, and Lee Jordan feels that Albert seems to be making some interesting magic props again.

"A magic prop for self-defense. The effect is to stun the other party when they are unsuspecting." Albert is putting together a three-layer set. The shape of this thing really looks like a lighter. Push it, and it will open, revealing a strange honeycomb-shaped cylinder, the inside of which will be enlarged by the Untraceable Stretch Charm to house pickled mandrake roots.

Of course, this thing is just a shell now.

Albert tried again, and after it was sure that there would be no jamming, he disassembled the parts one by one and put them back into the box.

The dark magic item, which he dubs the Banshee's Wail, still has one last step left to complete, which is to put the salted mandrake root into the device.As long as it is confirmed that this device can contain and control Mandrake roots, it will be considered a successful and practical prop.

Of course, it is also very troublesome to use. You must bring earplugs for yourself in advance, otherwise you will be in bad luck with yourself.

After all, Mandela's grassroots cry is an indiscriminate attack.

"Stunning others?" George asked puzzledly, "You can shoot a stun spell at others."

"No, I call it the Banshee's Howl."

"You didn't hide a banshee in it!" Lee Jordan joked.

"almost."

"You really intend to hide the banshee in it."

"The principle is similar, it is to make other people faint through sound."

"When you're done, remember to let me try."

"Are you sure?" Albert's expression suddenly became a little weird, "Well, since you want to try it first, I don't mind. Originally, I planned to test its power by myself, but since you plan to If you have the courage to sacrifice."

"Have the courage to sacrifice? There shouldn't be any danger!" George was bluffed by Albert's words.

"Probably not, it will make you unconscious for a few hours at most." Albert said uncertainly.

"Your remarks make me feel very unreliable, and I always feel that you have made something very dangerous." Fred muttered, "By the way, do you have any good suggestions for the potion for skipping classes?"

"How about finding some medicines that cause stomach pain, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, nosebleeds, fever, and colds, and then solve the symptoms through detoxification?" Albert suggested.

"Are you persuading poison?"

The three of them were shocked by Albert's boldness. Was this to skip class and even kill them?

"Of course it is to dilute the poison. You just want various symptoms." Albert stuffed the box into the skin pouch of the deformed lizard, ready to find a chance to create the Howl of the Banshee.

"For example?"

"How would I know? You can look up herbal medicine books by yourself. There are many dangerous plants in there. There are many plants in the greenhouse in Hogwarts. Find the corresponding symptoms and detoxification methods, and then You guys have tried to make class skipping potions yourself."

The twins looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing why they felt that what Albert said made sense.

However, it is not as easy as it sounds to achieve this, which means that they need to work a lot on herbal medicine and the annoying potion class.

Moreover, after the potion is manufactured, it's not over yet. They still need to test the efficacy of the potion, and they must eat the things they make first. Thinking about it, it feels a bit hairy.

"For the sake of dreams and Galleons, a little sacrifice is necessary." Albert patted the shoulders of the two of them and said, "Close your eyes and think about it, by then you can definitely earn a lot of Galleons."

(End of this chapter)