Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1023: It’s time to take medicine

Fred shivered as soon as he got up from the bed, and quickly picked up his clothes and put them on. When I glanced at the dormitory inadvertently, I saw that a bed was already empty.

"Albert didn't come back yesterday?" muttered Fred, pulling his robe over himself, "I don't think he wants to stay at school anymore."

"If you're envious, then quickly soak someone." George, who was dressed, pushed open the window and let the outside wind blow in, dispelling the dull air in the room, "After everyone graduates from school, think about it again. It will be much harder to catch the opponent than it is now."

"Damn, it's so cold, can't you close the **** windows before I get up?"

Lee Jordan, who was just about to get up from the bed, was blown away by the cold wind, and after shivering uncontrollably, he crawled back into the bed.

Since November has passed, the temperature in the castle has dropped so much that even though today is a rare good day, it is still frighteningly cold outside, and the trees are covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost. .

"Sorry, sorry, I thought you won't get up until later." George closed the window, tapped the kettle on the table with his wand, brought the water back to a boil, and poured a glass for Lee Jordan hot water.

"What about yourself?" Fred turned his head and asked, "Any girl you like?"

"It's not, it's going to be smooth and natural!" George shrugged, not particularly concerned. After realizing that Fred had been staring at him suspiciously, he quickly changed the subject, "I just hope that today's Quidditch match can end as soon as possible, I'm a little worried that Ron will not be able to bear the pressure."

"Rest assured, as long as Harry uses that thing, I think the game should be over soon, and you should worry about whether Harry wants to use it or not." Lee Jordan was not ashamed that they were about to cheat and win , he believes that if Slytherin can get such a good thing, he will never be stingy, and the pursuit of victory by any means has always been the patent of Slytherin.

"It's okay, just let Harry know."

George had already figured out a way, and he poured himself a cup of hot water, smiled and raised the cup towards Lee Jordan and said, "At that time, I will prepare them the pumpkin juice that is sure to win, Just drink it before the game."

As he spoke, he touched Lee Jordan's cup lightly with his cup.

After a simple wash, the three came to the Gryffindor common room, where they were warmly welcomed by the students, who were eager for the Gryffindor team to defeat the Slytherin team, and were humiliated as winners Those pesky Slytherin students.

Who made Slytherin students do so many hateful things these days.

As they left the common room with the crowd, and went through the secret passage to the hall, Fred suddenly said, "What if we lose?"

"They'll probably be disappointed!" George glanced at Fred and said confidently, "We've never lost to the Slytherins, and we won't lose, and do you think we'll lose?"

"I always thought the Slytherins might be up for something. They always like to do something off the court." Fred raised his eyebrows, "not to mention a toad."

"You mean Albert's prophecy?" Lee Jordan asked.

"It's only recently that you suspect Harry has been suspended." George understood.

"If Toad wants to do something, find a chance to bring her down," Fred said without hesitation.

This is an effective way to deal with toads they learned from Albert, and it's best not to expect to reason with each other.

As long as people are sent to the hospital, many problems can be solved from the source.

"Don't get caught," George warned.

The atmosphere in the auditorium is more lively, that is, the smell of gunpowder is stronger.

Gryffindor House and Slytherin House students, all wearing the house's signature scarves, gather in twos and threes to discuss the upcoming game.

There are upperclassmen who open the market going back and forth between the various houses, trying to convince more students to bet, Gryffindor and Slytherin are their potential customers, even students who don't like gambling will take a token A few Natters beat their own academies to win.

As the three passed by the long Slytherin table, several Slytherin students smiled maliciously at them, and even stretched their feet to try to trip people, provocatively.

"The last dying struggle."

Fred looked at the man's feet with a very strange expression. The three quickly exchanged glances, raised their feet together, and prepared to send the idiot to the school hospital.

The outstretched leg retracted in fright.

"If only Slytherins were such idiots." Fred sneered in a voice that everyone around him could hear, "Don't stare at Monty, your eyes are about to fall out of their sockets. out."

"Wow, look what I found?" George's eyes fell on the silver crown badges on the chests of the other Slytherin students, and softly read the words on them: "Weasley is our king. I'm flattered."

"Honestly, I prefer this." Fred smiled and took out his wand from his pocket and waved at the silver badge on the chest of the boy next to Monty. "Weasley is our King" changed to Out "Weasley is our dad."

"Look, this is much better." Fred put away his wand and nodded in satisfaction.

"Although it's frustrating to have a bunch of unproductive sons, we'll do our best to educate you so you don't go astray." The twins looked at each other and said in unison.

The Gryffindor students next door couldn't help but laugh, happy to see the Slytherin students slump en masse.

Without giving the angry Slytherin students time to react, the three walked away happily.

Montage angrily throws the badge at the Weasley brothers, only to be caught by Fred.

"I'm your dad." Fred smiled and stuffed the badge back into his pocket.

"What do you think they mean?" George didn't think that would be a good thing, at least the stuff Slytherin came up with wasn't a good thing.

"Who knows." Fred shrugged.

"I know who made this." Lee Jordan motioned them to look somewhere, where Draco Malfoy was humming a tune, handing out badges to Slytherin students.

"Weasley was born in the dumpster..."

"I knew there was nothing good about it."

If Albert was there, he would probably be able to turn all Slytherin badges into his hands, which would be interesting.

Unfortunately, at Fred's transformation level, this is not yet possible.

"Did you bring that?" Fred muttered.

"Better don't let Ron hear that," muttered George, who quietly took a small ball out of his pocket and let it slip onto the ground and roll towards Malfoy's feet.

"Your younger brother not only lacks experience and confidence, but also has poor psychological quality." Lee Jordan glanced at Ron, who was pale and dull-eyed not far away, and shook his head. It was so useless. When doing commentary, the mentality is much stronger than Ron.

Black smoke suddenly exploded from the Slytherin table, causing a commotion.

Malfoy, who was talking excitedly, was covering his mouth and coughing again and again, and his whole body was covered with a layer of darkness, and even the two around him were unlucky.

After a brief silence in the hall, there was a burst of laughter.

The three of them looked at the three who left in a hurry, exchanged glances with each other, and showed a happy smile.

"Good morning Harry."

Fred sat down beside Harry and greeted him with a smile, "What's wrong with Ron?"

"He's just a little nervous," Harry said helplessly.

"I can't play at all," said Ron blankly.

"What a shame for us."

"You're mentally weak," said George, picking up a slice of bread. "Maybe you should experience more. I suggest you get up at night and play hide-and-seek with Filch."

"Or, you should go to the Forbidden Forest to play with those big spiders, where you can exercise your psychological quality." Fred took the marmalade and began to spread it on the bread slices.

"Can't you just say a few words less?" Ginny glared at Fred, George, and Lee Jordan disapprovingly.

"They're just making excuses for breaking school rules." Hermione glared at Fred and George disapprovingly.

"His appearance is completely lack of exercise." Li Jordan interjected, "should have strong psychological qualities and a thick skin like us."

"You're the only one with thick skin." Fred looked like he wanted to draw a line with Lee Jordan.

"Ginny, how did the tryout feel?" George quickly changed the subject.

"It's okay. I plan to sign up next year, just after Angelina and Alia graduate, the Chaser position will be vacated." Ginny is very confident in her golf skills.

"That's good." George took a bottle of pumpkin juice from his pocket and said to Harry with a smile, "This is a good thing I got from Albert."

"A bottle of pumpkin juice?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"The pumpkin juice that will give us victory," Fred added.

"Should I put something in there?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"That's not allowed, Hermione." George turned his head to Harry, "I remember you had tranquilizers there. Give Ron some to calm him down, he doesn't look like that. to play.”

"I almost forgot about this thing." Harry took the tranquilizer he was carrying with him from his pocket and poured two tranquilizers out of it.

Under normal circumstances, one pill is enough, but in Ron's situation, two pills may be safer.

Hermione was speechless. She noticed that Harry seemed to be addicted to tranquilizers recently, and she often saw him pull out a bottle and give herself one.

"Come on, Ron, take the tranquilizer and you won't be nervous." Harry handed the pill to Ron.

"Eat this thing by the way." Li Jordan took out two pill bottles from his pocket, poured a pill out of them and handed it to Ron.

"What is this?"

"Energy tonic." George gestured to Lee Jordan to give Harry one too. "We estimated that Ron's poor psychological quality would make him so nervous that he couldn't even eat, so it was specially prepared for him."

"Does this thing break the rules?" Hermione asked curiously, seeing that Albert had made a lot of candies with these weird effects.

"Certainly not, not to mention we don't eat during the game." George reminded.

"Come on Ron and eat this."

Ron stared blankly at the pills Harry handed over, hesitating for a moment and then shoving them into his mouth and swallowing them.

The effect of the medicine is quite remarkable. The original pale complexion looks better, but the whole person still looks a little dumb.

"Feeling better?"

Harry looked at his medicine, and then at Ron's reaction. In the past, he could calm down quickly after taking one pill. Why did Ron take two pills and the effect didn't seem to be very good. He was a little suspicious of Luo The tranquilizer that En was taking seemed to be a fake.

"It's better," Ron muttered.

"When everyone is ready," Angelina said to Harry and the others, looking at the Slytherin table with disgust, "we'd better go straight to the court, and don't fall for someone's conspiracy."

"We'll be there in a minute," Harry nodded, following Angelina's gaze, "Ron needs some breakfast, he won't have a physical competition later."

"I'm just a piece of shit."

"Don't worry, Albert is the best at using waste." George looked at Ron and said to Harry, "Give him a few more tranquilizers, and give him more energy tonics, he I guess I can't eat anything else."

"Is it really okay?" Hermione was a little worried about Ron's situation.

"It's definitely fine."

Slytherin Academy obviously did not intend to give the other party a chance to slip away, and had already begun to hum the song "Weasley is our King", and Ron, who had just recovered some blood, turned even paler.

"Ignore them," Angelina shouted. "Beat them, slap them in the face with facts, and shut them up completely."

"Then go over there and eat, let's go, you don't need to worry about them, they are a group of defeated soldiers." Harry picked up a few pieces of bread from the table and stuffed it into his pocket, took another glass of juice and pulled it. Ron walked outside, he was going to give Ron a few more tranquilizers later.

Fred and George are right, Ron's mentality is indeed a bit bad.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Hermione said with disgust, "You guys are disgusting."

Hermione walks away annoyed.

She knew that Ron wasn't that bad, and that as long as he could overcome his stage fright, he could definitely be a goalie.

"Don't use that kind of tricks that don't work, let's make a bet." George looked at the Slytherin team members, smiled and said, "Twenty Galleons, bet your house team to win the game. , I don't think anyone thinks their academy team is going to lose~IndoMTL.com~ This is such a brilliant idea, when you win, take the opponent's galleons to a celebration party, I don't think there is anything more enjoyable than this ." Fred echoed, "How about you, do you want to bet? Or are you afraid?"

“How can we be sure that you will not go back on your debts?”

Monta narrowed his eyes, he smelled a strong conspiracy, but if the other party proposes, there must be nothing good, but not agreeing is equivalent to admitting counsel, and directly let his captain not be able to step down .

However, twenty Galleons is a lot of money for most students, and he doesn't want to lose a lot of pocket money.

"We can give Galleon to someone ahead of time to make sure the winner can get the money." The maliciousness on George's face became more obvious, "Just Diggory, he has a good reputation and can guarantee the winner. Can get Galleons."

Speaking, Lee Jordan turned his head to the Gryffindor students behind him and said, "Whoever wants to participate, we will pay for the insufficient part ourselves."

There are quite a few students who pay for the reason, and like Fred said, there is nothing more enjoyable than having the nasty Galleon to a celebration party.

The most important thing is that I don't need to spend much money anyway, and I can still disgust the nasty **** at Slytherin Academy.

As for failure, they never lost to the Slytherins, not to mention the Weasley brothers weren't afraid of failure, they were afraid of shit.

Looking at the Gryffindor students who were actively signing up, Monta's face became more and more ugly. He turned his head to discuss with the other team members, and after a while shouted loudly, "Whoever participates, the team will make up for it."

You have to follow anyway, at least you can't lose in terms of momentum, let alone no one thinks they will lose, at least not the Slytherin team.

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