i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 79 Money is rolling in

"Anyone else want a cookie?"

George shouted and walked forward, his tone was very much like the round-faced woman pushing the trolley on the Hogwarts Express.

Fred was beside him, raising his hands to protect the silver tray in George's hand.

In that tray was a plate full of fragrant custard biscuits that were about to fall over at any moment.

This is simply the tower of happiness that anyone with a sweet tooth dreams of.

As George and Fred got closer and closer, Rigg and the others also smelled the attractive sweetness.

Rige was obviously full, but he couldn't help but lick his lips when he smelled the smell.

Every few steps, George would be pulled, and the little wizard passing by would take a few pieces from his tray.

It's a pity that no one actually puts the cookies in their mouths.

George and Fred were infamous.

Basically, all the little wizards in Gryffindor have been pranked by them, whether they are new first-year students or senior students who are about to graduate.

They often go on sneak attacks to deceive the old seniors, without any Wood.

There seems to be no fear or superiority in the minds of these red-haired twins.

Fortunately, their pranks generally follow certain rules and bottom lines. So far, no wizard has ever really gotten angry with them.

Most people find it quite interesting after getting angry.

So I don't hate the twins (Gryffindor and Hufflepuff only).

There are also first-grade wizards who don't know Gemini. If they take cookies and put them in their mouths, they will be stopped immediately by their friends.

"Don't eat, don't eat. George and Fred made this."

Similar words came to mind in every corner of the Gryffindor table. The person holding the cookie wanted to eat it but didn't dare to eat it.

Even if they have never been abused, they have heard the legend of the twins.

Filch often cursed the red-haired twins in the corner of Hogwarts Castle for causing him trouble.

Instead, Ron, who had been bullied by the twins for a long time, passed away after smelling the fragrance.

Ron sniffed and said, "Yes, that's the smell."

He stood up and followed George's path like a ghost floating forward.

Rigg looked at Ron, remembering the Tom cat he had seen walking forward with his butt stuck out in his last life.

George showed the plate to Ron enthusiastically, "Get more, get more!"

Ron stretched out his hand, then retracted it hesitantly. After smelling the smell, he finally made up his mind.

He was not polite at all. He took four small biscuits from the plate and stuffed them into his mouth. He turned to Rigg and shouted: "Stop eating, come and get two biscuits."

Seeing Ron stuffing his mouth full of biscuits with a nonchalant expression, Neville couldn't help but put the biscuits that were so greedy that his saliva dripped into his mouth and tasted them carefully.

The rich milk aroma and the thickness of butter complement each other perfectly. If you taste it carefully, it also has a hint of lemon fragrance.

"This is the best biscuit I have ever tasted!" Neville exclaimed in surprise.

George turned the plate slowly and without leaving any trace, turning the plate that was originally facing him towards Ron.

"Let's just say, your good brother, how could we harm you?" George looked heartbroken, "You actually doubt us."

Fred also covered his face and whimpered, pretending to cry, with his shining eyes exposed through the gaps between his fingers.

"More?" Fred asked, wiping away non-existent tears.

Rigg and the others also came to Ron's side.

Rigg pursed his lips tightly, he was really afraid that he would reveal his secrets by laughing out loud.

Ron and Neville were fine after eating it, and Neville strongly recommended that the little wizards who didn't get biscuits get a few pieces to try.

The other little wizards who had taken the biscuits couldn't help it anymore. The strong man choked and stuffed the biscuits into his mouth.

The aroma of the biscuits filled their mouths, and they were baked just right, melting like cheese in their mouths. The little wizards squinted their eyes happily.

While munching the biscuits in his mouth, Ron explained to Rigg and the others: "This is my mother's unique secret recipe. George and the others must have made it because they were also greedy."

Ron picked up a few biscuits and handed them to Rigg, Harry, and Hermione.

Just as Rigg was about to put it in his mouth, he saw Fred next to George winking at him.

Rigg quickly snatched the biscuits from Harry and Hermione's hands.

With a puzzled look on his face, Ron put a few more biscuits into his mouth and mumbled, "What are you trying to grab? Isn't there more?"

Before Ron could finish chewing the biscuits in his mouth, George slapped the tray on the table.

Together with Fred, he bowed in every direction.

Their big move attracted the attention of all the little wizards in the auditorium, and the professors eating at the teachers' table also looked over with interest.

Professor Flitwick dared to bet Professor Sprout that these two bad boys must be thinking of something else.

"Weasley brand canary biscuits will be sold at the Literary Residence from tomorrow. Welcome to buy! A bag of canary biscuits is a big opening bonus, only 4 silver coins. The price will increase next week.

Don’t miss it if you’re passing by!”

The twins said in unison.

Following their introductions, Ron opened his eyes wide and felt a wave of heat gushing out of his body.

"You are here again..."

Ron's roar echoed in the air before he could finish speaking.

With a loud "bang", Ron turned into a chubby canary.

Canaries look a bit like sparrows, with yellow-green feathers with dark vertical stripes.

Under the careful design of George and Fred, Ron's feathers sparkled in the light, like a big light bulb.

"5!" George counted down loudly.

"4!" Fred followed immediately, this was their designed performance.

"3——" The little wizards around them also started shouting after George.

From time to time there were excited cheers and sounds of slamming the table.

The little wizards were howling like ghosts, and Professor Snape above them frowned in discomfort and looked down.

Professor Flitwick said cheerfully: "Let them have fun, it's the end of term soon. Stop frowning, relax, relax."

There really isn't much entertainment in Hogwarts, except for a Quidditch match every two or three weeks at most.

In addition to football games, the little wizards also go for a walk next to the Black Lake or play chess in the lounge.

Such excitement is so rare.

"2!!!" In addition to Gryffindor, the little wizards and wizards from other colleges also started shouting.

"1!" George waved the Gryffindor scarf in his hand.

Under the fluttering scarf is Ron who has transformed back from the canary.

"What's the trick?" Ron continued in a daze.

He only felt that the world was spinning around him. How come there seemed to be stars in front of him?

The little wizards who were still in the auditorium all laughed and looked at Ron sitting down on the ground.

His hair is still the same as canary biscuits just now.

Just like a bird's nest.

A very successful show, only one person was unhappy.

The next day, Nigel sent a letter that read through the back of the paper.

"The cookies were sold out in ten minutes."

Replenish the goods or send someone over

:-D

Nigel, who hasn’t been out of Literary Residence for a whole day』

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