Study Days at Hogwarts

The cold wind stirred up sleet and slapped on the window glass. The cold air that permeated the surroundings of the castle penetrated into the castle, causing many students to catch a cold.

If this cold wave had arrived a week earlier, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin might not have been so troublesome.

Even with this weather, the Quidditch match will still not be cancelled. The result can be imagined. All the players will be shivering in such weather, and it is estimated that no one will have so much thought to make trouble.

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

As soon as I stepped into the door, I was greeted by a warm breath mixed with a light milky fragrance. On the other side of the door is a bright, warm and comfortable room with a thick carpet on the floor and a roaring fire burning in the fireplace.

Beside the fireplace, a familiar figure sat in an armchair. On the small round table in front of the man was a cup of steaming milk tea.

"Aren't you sick?"

Fred looked at the rosy roommate in front of him, was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion.

"Well, Madam Pomfrey just healed her."

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

"Why am I not the one who is sick?" George was very jealous of Albert's treatment. He also wanted to be sick and wanted to find an excuse to skip school.

To be honest, History of Magic is recognized by all students as the most boring course among all subjects. Mr. Ghost Binns has probably lived too long and his thinking is extremely rigid. His lectures are extremely boring and even have a hypnotic effect, which always makes people feel dizzy. sleep.

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

"It's really rare to hear such words from you!" Fred couldn't help but muttered, "What better excuse do you think you can use to avoid telling me about diarrhea? I don't want to use strong laxatives at all. I have never forgotten the plight of unfortunate Marcus McLagan."

While Fred was talking, George took out the photo that had been treated with developing solution from his pocket. It clearly showed the dark history of Marcus McLagan.

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

"Aren't you afraid that Marcus McLaggen will find out that you are causing trouble?" Albert was immediately speechless. He always brings evidence to cause trouble. Do you really want to cause trouble?

"Oh, okay. Next time, I'll put it in the frame." Fred winked. "Tell me what magic potion is better to use to skip class. Do you have any good suggestions?"

"Give yourself a stomachache?" Li Jordan said several symptoms of illness: "Nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, nosebleeds, fever, what about a cold?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Have you ever seen anyone make themselves sick just to skip class?" George shook his head and rejected it. He was not a ruthless person who would harm himself just to skip class.

"Unless we can find an antidote that can quickly solve the symptoms in a short period of time." Fred said, his eyes suddenly lit up, he took out a quill and wrote this down, "If it can really be done, I feel it will be very... Seller. Hogwarts reckons a bunch of people will buy it.”

"By the way, you almost forgot what you were going to say?"

"What's the matter?" Albert asked.

"Kenneth Toller was detained by Filch!" Fred and George looked at each other and said in unison, "He was caught by Filch using dung eggs in school, and now the unlucky guy is being punished by Filch. Erchi ordered the corridors to be mopped clean of the dung bomb marks.”

"You did it?" Albert raised his eyebrows, and he knew the reason even if he thought about it on his knees.

"Of course, we have been practicing the Disguise Spell, and now we can no longer be easily discovered." George secretly cheated on Kenneth Toller, 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 a brain like you." The twins were not worried at all about the other party finding out that they were up to something.

"What are you doing?" Li Jordan stared at the silver parts on the table and couldn't help asking. He had been wanting to ask since just now. Lee Jordan felt that Albert seemed to be making some interesting magic props.

"A magic prop used for self-defense. The effect is to knock others out when they are unprepared." Albert is putting together a three-layer set. The appearance of this thing really looks like a lighter. Push it and it will open, revealing a strange honeycomb-shaped cylinder. The inside of the cylinder will be enlarged by a traceless stretching spell and used to place pickled mandrake roots.

Of course, right now this thing is just a shell.

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

This dark magic item, which he calls the Banshee's Wail, still has one final step to complete, which is to put salted mandrake roots into the device. As long as it is certain that this device can contain and control the Mandrake roots, it will be considered a successful and practical tool.

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

After all, the cries of Mandrake Roots are indiscriminate attacks.

"Knock others out?" George asked puzzledly: "You can shoot the coma spell at others."

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

"You must be hiding a banshee in there!" Lee Jordan joked.

"almost."

"You're really going to hide a succubus in there."

"The principle is similar. It uses sound to make other people faint."

"When you finish it, remember to let me try it."

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

"Be brave enough to sacrifice? There shouldn't be any danger, right?" George was frightened by Albert's words.

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

"What you said makes me feel very unreliable. I always feel that you have made something very dangerous." Fred muttered, "By the way, do you have any good suggestions for a potion to skip class?"

"How about finding some medicines that will cause stomachache, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, nosebleeds, fever, and colds after taking them, and then solve the symptoms through detoxification?" Albert suggested.

"Are you trying to persuade poison?"

The three of them were all shocked by Albert's boldness. Is this just to skip class and even risk his life?

"Of course the poison is diluted, you just want various symptoms." Albert stuffed the box into the deformed lizard's skin bag, preparing to find an opportunity to create the Banshee's Wail.

"For example?"

"How do I know? You can check the herbology books for yourselves. There are many dangerous plants in them. There are many plants in the greenhouse of Hogwarts. Find the corresponding symptoms and detoxification methods, and then You guys should try making a potion to skip class yourself."

The twins looked at each other, not knowing why they thought what Albert said made sense.

However, doing this is not as easy as it sounds, which means they need to put a lot of effort into herbal medicine classes and the annoying potions class.

Moreover, after the potion is made, it is not finished yet. They still need to test the potency, and they must eat the things they make first. Thinking about it, they feel a bit hairy.

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