Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 291: Be tough on yourself

The cold wind whipped up the sleet and slapped the window glass, and the chill that permeated the castle. As this cold current penetrated into the castle, many students caught a cold.

If the cold snap came a week earlier, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin would not have been so bad.

Even with this weather, Quidditch matches will not be cancelled. The result can be imagined, all the players will shiver in such weather, and it is estimated that no one will have so much mind to do things.

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

As soon as I stepped into the door, a warm scent mixed with a touch of milk rushed towards me. On the other side of the door was a bright, warm and comfortable room with a thick carpet on the floor and a roaring flame burning in the fireplace.

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

"Aren't you sick?"

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

"Well, Madam Pomfrey just healed me."

Albert, the former patient, sat there, staring at the parchment in his hand, and said without looking up, "Anyway, it doesn't matter if you don't get into the history of magic, just don't be too bad in the exam."

"Why is it not me who is sick!" George was very jealous of Albert's treatment, and he wanted to get sick and wanted to find an excuse to skip class.

To be honest, history of magic is the most boring course in all subjects recognized by all students. Mr. Ghost Binns may have lived too long, his thinking is so rigid, his lectures are super boring, and even achieve the effect of hypnosis. sleepy.

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

"It's so rare to hear such a thing from your mouth!" Fred couldn't help muttering, "You said it's better to make an excuse, don't tell me diarrhea? I don't want to use it at all. Powerful laxatives, that hapless Marcus McLaggen, I've never forgotten."

While Fred was speaking, George pulled out of his pocket the developer potion-treated photo of Marcus McLaggen's dark history.

The trio looked at the guy in the photo and couldn't help but laugh.

"Aren't you afraid of being found out by Marcus McLaggen that you're making a fool of yourself?" Albert was speechless, and he was making trouble at any time. Do you just want to make trouble?

"Oh, okay. Next time, I'll put it in the frame." Fred blinked. "Tell me what kind of potion is better to use to skip class, any good suggestions?"

"Giving myself a stomach ache?" Lee Jordan cites several symptoms of illness: "How about nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, nosebleeds, fever, and a cold?"

"Don't be kidding, you saw someone who made themselves sick for skipping classes." George shook his head and vetoed.

"Unless, an antidote that can quickly resolve the symptoms can be found in a short period of time." It feels like it's going to sell well. Hogwarts estimates that a whole bunch of people will buy it."

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

"What's the matter?" Albert asked.

"Kenneth Toller is locked up by Filch!" Fred and George looked at each other and said in unison, "He was caught by Filch using big **** at school, now that unlucky bastard. Was being ordered by Filch to mop the hallway with traces of dung bombs."

"What did you do?" Albert raised his eyebrows, knowing the reason even with his knees.

"Of course, we've been practicing the phantom body spell, and it's not easy to be discovered now." George secretly gave Kenneth Toler a smack, and he was in a particularly happy mood.

"I think they might have guessed who did it," Albert reminds, "if he's careful."

"We don't think Kenneth Toler has the brains of yours." The twins weren't at all worried about the other finding out that they were doing the trick.

"What are you doing?" Lee Jordan asked, staring at the silver parts on the table. He had been wanting to ask since just now, and Lee Jordan felt that Albert seemed to be making some interesting magic props.

"A magical prop for self-defense, the effect is that it can 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. A slight push will open it, revealing a strange honeycomb-shaped cylinder, which will be enlarged by the Traceless Stretch Charm to hold the pickled mandrake roots.

Of course, now this thing is just a shell.

Albert tried again, and after sure that there was no jam, he took the parts apart one by one and put them back into the box.

This dark magic item, which he calls the Banshee's Howl, has yet to complete the final step of putting salted mandrake roots into the device. As long as this device can contain and control the Mandela grass roots, it will be 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.

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

"Stunning others?" George asked in confusion: "You can cast a stun spell at others."

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

"You mustn't hide a banshee inside!" Lee Jordan joked.

"Almost."

"You really plan to hide the banshee inside."

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

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

"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 myself, but Since you're going to be brave enough to sacrifice."

"Courage to sacrifice? Shouldn't it be dangerous!" George was stunned by Albert's words~IndoMTL.com~ Probably not, it will put you in a coma for a few hours at most. ' said Albert uncertain.

"Your remarks make me feel very unreliable. I always feel that you have made a very dangerous thing." Fred mumbled, "By the way, do you have any good suggestions for the potion of skipping class?"

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

"Are you persuading poison?"

All three were shocked by Albert's audacity. This was to skip class and even save his life?

"Dilute the poison, of course, you just want the symptoms." Albert stuffed the box into the shapeshifting lizard's leather pouch, ready to find a chance to create the Banshee's Howl.

"For example?"

"How do I know, you can check the herbal books for yourself, there are many dangerous plants, there are many plants in the Hogwarts greenhouse, find the corresponding symptoms, find the antidote method, and then you try to make the truancy potion yourself."

The twins looked at each other, wondering why Albert was right.

It's just that it's not as easy as it's said to be, which means they need a lot of work in herbal classes and the pesky potions class.

Also, after the potion is made, it's not over yet. They still need to test the efficacy of the potion, and the things they make must be eaten by themselves. Thinking about it, it feels a little hairy.

"For the sake of dreams and for Garen, a little sacrifice is necessary." Albert patted the two of them on the shoulders, "Think with your eyes closed, then you will be able to earn a lot of bonuses from this. Long."