The cold wind stirred up sleet and slapped on the window glass, and 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 in such weather, the Quidditch match will still not be cancelled. As a result, 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 trouble.
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In the cold corridor, three figures hurried over. They looked around furtively, and after making sure there was no one around, they quickly passed by 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 fragrance of milk. On the other side of the door was a bright, warm and comfortable room with a thick carpet on the floor and a roaring fire burning in the fireplace.
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Beside the fireplace, a familiar figure was sitting 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-faced roommate in front of him, was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion.
"Well, Madam Pomfrey just cured 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 take 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. The ghost Mr. 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 tragedy of the unfortunate Marcus McLagan."
While Fred was talking, George took out the photo that had been treated with developing solution from his pocket, and 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. You always have proof to cause trouble. Do you really want to cause trouble?
"Oh, okay. Next time, I'll put it in the photo frame." Fred blinked. "Tell me what potion is better to use to skip class. Do you have any good suggestions?"
"Give yourself a stomachache?" Li Jordan listed 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, and he took out a quill to write this down, "If it can really be done, I feel it will be very good.
Best-selling. Hogwarts estimates that a large group 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 put in solitary confinement by Filch!" Fred and George looked at each other and said in unison, "He was caught by Filch using turd eggs in school, and now the unlucky guy is being raped by Filch.
Erqi ordered that the traces of dung bombs in the corridor be mopped away."
"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 Charm, and now we can no longer be easily discovered." George secretly tricked 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 yours." 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. Li Jordan felt that Albert seemed to be creating some interesting magic.
Props.
"A magic prop for self-defense. The effect is to stun others without them being prepared." Albert is putting together a three-layer suit. 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 expanded by a traceless stretching spell to place pickled mandrake roots.
Of course, this thing is just a shell now.
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 is what he calls the Banshee's Wail, and there is still one last step to complete, which is to put the salted mandrake roots into the device. As long as he makes sure that the device can contain and control the mandrake roots,
That would be considered a successful and practical prop.
Of course, it is also very troublesome to use. You must bring yourself earplugs in advance, otherwise you will be in bad luck too.
After all, the cry of Mandrake Root is an indiscriminate attack.
"Knock others out?" George asked puzzledly: "You can shoot the stun 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 is to make other people faint through sound."
"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 persuading poison?"
The three of them were all shocked by Albert's boldness. Was this just to skip class and risk his life?
"Of course the poison is diluted, you just want various symptoms." Albert stuffed the box into the skin bag of the deformed lizard, preparing to find an opportunity to create the Banshee's Wail.
"For example?"
"How do I know? You can check the herbalism book for yourselves. There are many dangerous plants in it. There are many plants in the greenhouse of Hogwarts. Find the corresponding symptoms and the detoxification method, and then
You guys try to make a potion to skip class yourself."
The twins looked at each other, not knowing why they thought what Albert said made sense.
However, it is not as easy as it sounds, which means they need to put in a lot of effort in the Herbology class 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, it feels 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 will be able to earn a lot of Galleons from this."