I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 16 This Taste. Wonderful!
"Fred, George, come over and see if this herb can be used?"

John waved, and after waiting for George and Fred to come over, he pointed to one of the materials in the book.
"It might counteract the bloating side effect of Chocolate Flutters, shall we give it a try?"

Looking along John's fingertips, Frey said in surprise: "The rat's spleen is swollen? John, adding this doesn't sound too good."

"As long as it does what we need, it's a good material."

John shrugged and said indifferently.

Anyway, those medicines in the magic world are filled with all kinds of weird things, and those people should have been used to them for a long time.

"That's not bad." George nodded and looked at Fred. "Shall we get started?"

"Okay." A strange smile appeared on Fred's face, "Then we have to adjust the taste later, so that they can't taste it. Mouse-flavored chocolate is not very popular."

John laughed, "Maybe they have eccentricities?"

There is an exchange club in the magic world, the name is "Did you eat the strange Bibi multi-flavored beans today?"

Members who join will regularly exchange letters to communicate their identification of multi-flavored beans or new flavors.

Among them, booger and vomit are the two most popular flavors for them.

"That kind of people are a minority after all. Most people still want to feel the delicious taste from the food. I ate a booger-flavored multi-flavored bean a few days ago, but it made me sick."

Fred bent down and searched for a while on the shelf with the materials, took out a bottle and put it on the table. It was full of sticky things, which looked a little nauseating.

"This is our first product. We have to leave a good impression on others. When it succeeds in the future, we will make another batch and mix it in to make them exciting. We can't let the Duoweidou family dominate anymore!"

When John heard Fred's first words, he thought he had changed, but after hearing the latter, he knew that Frere was still that scumbag!

Fred uncapped the bottle, took a small piece with tweezers and set it on the cutting board.

"How much?" Fred looked at the two and asked.

"Well." John rubbed his chin, "Try several more formulas, as long as the effect can be achieved, we will try to choose the group with less spleen swelling in mice."

"No problem, my boss."

Fred laughed and cut the mouse spleen into several parts with a knife.

"Let's start and see if we can succeed this time."

George also made preparations on the other side, and began to make Piao Piao Chocolate following the steps repeated countless times.

The room was gradually shrouded in rising white mist, as if a fairyland descended on the mortal world.

It's just that the smell of this fairyland is not very pleasant.

The rat spleen seems to have a strange reaction with something else, and there is a nasty smell in the house, like a hundred people eating canned herring tightly around you.

"The taste will have to be adjusted later, it's disgusting."

When John was speaking, he felt a strange smell invaded his stomach along his mouth, and an overwhelming feeling could not help but hit his heart, and he began to retch non-stop.

"I will never dislike the smell of booger-flavored beans in the future. Compared with this, it is delicious!"

Fred held his nose while stirring the contents of the cauldron, and said with a mournful face.

"I'm a bit regretful, why don't we just make this kind of taste? No way, such a wonderful taste can only be appreciated by a few of us. It's a pity. We should let everyone feel this kind of happiness!"

George was resting on the side, when he heard Fred's proposal, he immediately raised his hand excitedly.

"I agree, I'm sure it will be a fantastic item and those people will love it!"

"No!" John immediately refused, if he hadn't smelled the smell, he might have agreed.

But it is absolutely impossible now, otherwise they may just embark on the road of entrepreneurship, and the road ahead will be trampled by Godzilla.

"We're two to one!" George said.

"But I'm the boss!" John said disdainfully.

Fred and George looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed: "Damn capitalists!"

After the fog in the house slowly dissipated, Fred and George adjusted the flavor of the fluttering chocolate, and then let the mold cool and set.

Fred put pieces of chocolate into the glass bottle, waved happily and said, "Come on, let Ron try it."

The three of John walked out of the secret base and walked towards the place where they usually conduct experiments.

The owl will bring Ron over later.

John rested against the tree trunk, took out some small nuts from his bag, and waved to the squirrel on the tree.

The squirrel saw the "servant" feeding him in the sky, and slid down from the ground with his hands and feet.

But just halfway through, the hair on the squirrel's whole body stood up straight, like a rocket halfway to a high place.

"What happened to it?" John asked suspiciously.

"Are there its natural enemies around?" George turned his head to observe the movement around him.

When they were wondering, Ron's figure appeared in the distance.

John ignored the squirrel and waved, "Ron, this way!"

"John!"

After Ron ran, he raised his hand happily to say hello, and immediately took a step back covering his nose.

Small actions can hurt so much.

"Did you form a group to dig out the excrement? Why is it so smelly!" Ron said in disbelief.

John and the others looked at each other and laughed at the same time. They understood why the squirrel ran away.

There are no natural enemies, but there are three stinky dung eggs!

Fred hurriedly used a magic spell to remove the odor from several people.

After staying in the secret base for a long time, they were almost assimilated by the stench.

It wasn't Ron who reminded them, they probably would bring this smell home with them.

A biochemical attack on the Burrow was launched, which was then suppressed by Mrs. Weasley's troops.

"It's much more interesting than that, we'll show you some other day!" George said.

"Don't, don't!" Ron took a few steps back, "I'm still young, and I still want to live!"

"That's such a pity!"

Fred shook his head regretfully, pointing to a few bottles on the floor.

"Come on, Ron, pick one."

Ron's eyes wandered between the bottles: "Why are there so many?"

"We have tried several more recipes, hurry up, hurry up."

George urged that they have now solved the aging problem of the fluttering chocolate.

It lasted about half a minute at most now, so Ron could totally try it out.

"I choose this."

Ron put his hand on the bottle, stopped suddenly, and asked suspiciously.

"It won't have the smell you have in it, will it? Or have you added strange things in it?"

"Don't worry, no, it's exactly the same as what you ate before."

Smiles appeared on the faces of John, Fred, and George at the same time, and they looked at Ron with a smile.

(End of this chapter)