Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 232 Calling for help (asking for subscription)

"Harry, we can't let this kind of thing spread any longer." In the corner, Hermione said anxiously to Harry, "We need to find out the real culprit!"

"That's right." Ron also nodded: "We can't let those Slytherins keep smearing you, can we?"

"I actually have some ideas..." Harry lowered his head and said, he had gradually got some ideas in his mind, Dobby, Malfoy, and Draco...

"Maybe it has something to do with Malfoy!" Harry nodded and said, "I heard him say that you will be next."

"And I also met a house-elf."

"House-elf?" Hermione and Ron froze for a moment.

"He said that Malfoy seemed to be planning something to kill me." Harry became more and more excited as he spoke, "It must be Malfoy! I'm going to find him..."

As expected of Gryffindor's number one reckless man, Harry held his wooden sword and wanted to fix Malfoy.

"Don't worry about Harry!" Hermione hurriedly held him back, "We should go find information."

"How to inquire?" Ron asked, "We can't become a flying insect to eavesdrop, can we?" That's right, Ron was talking about that Ms. Skeeter.

"We can't become insects..." Hermione shook her head, "but we can become someone else..."

"Crabbe and Goyle?" Ron said casually, "They smell like a troll!"

"They'll be enough," said Hermione.

"But what method do we use?" Harry looked at the two with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't know that there was any magic spell to transform into someone else's appearance... We are not Animagus.

"Compound Potion." Hermione nodded and said, "It's a potion that only seniors can learn."

"And it takes a lot of materials and a long time." Hermione said thinking.

"We don't have that many materials." Harry shook his head, "I think we should go to him directly?"

"Don't worry." Hermione shook her head, "I thought of someone who can help us..."

Ron paused, and he seemed to think of someone. When he went to the office that time, it seemed that some student was talking about medicine with Professor Embers.

"Senior An Luo?" Ron remembered her name, the girl with slightly curly short hair, the Hufflepuff girl who always hangs out with Fred and George.

"That's right." Hermione nodded: "I have a pretty good relationship with her, shall we go find her?"

So, the three of them hurried to the Potions classroom, and Hermione claimed that Vorka would do experiments there when he was free.

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"Some solar orchids, plus a little Billywig caterpillar liquid..." Woka muttered, picked up a small bottle with tweezers, and slowly poured it into it.

"Potions are really boring." George and Fred sat back to back at the table, holding a paper airplane in their hands.

Of course, this does not prevent them from being bored.

"Potions are very interesting." Volka shook her head, "Sometimes it's like a spell...unbelievable..." As she spoke, she waved her wand and began to stir the cauldron.

"By the way, you two... can you bring me a bottle of deflated water..." Woka said, and she was currently observing the color change of the crucible intently.

"Okay, okay, Master An Luo..." George muttered and got up, and then found that thing from a pile of bottles and jars.

"In fact, you can also consider learning potions." Woka muttered: "At least you know quite a lot of medicinal materials."

"I still prefer to study our automatic quill." George muttered and returned to the table, while Fred nodded in agreement: "Think about Woka, we can let the quill write the answer by itself."

"That's cheating." Volka said casually, she poured the deflated water into the crucible, and then triggered a strong reaction from the bubbles.

Fred and George shook their heads: "How can it be called cheating." You can tell from their indifferent looks that they don't care about cheating at all, they are just very interested.

"I will definitely open a magic trick shop in the future..." George said.

Fred also nodded: "I think so too, it's in Diagon Alley."

"That would require a lot of money." Woka thought for a while and said, "But I can lend it to you."

"You still have money?" George looked at Woka in surprise, he thought for a while and said, "Is it money from the association?"

"Well." Woka nodded: "They agreed that I joined, and I am the youngest member of the association ever."

"Then they will give me two hundred Galleons a year for my research." Worka said as he raised the crucible brooch hanging on the chest of his robe, "and my bonus of five hundred Galleons."

"A lot of money." George and Fred glanced at each other: "We can count you as an investment."

"Investment?" Woka thought for a while and said, "Why don't I be the boss!"

"Then we should call you Boss An Luo." Fred threw out the paper airplane, which flew across rows of desks like a comet, and then landed safely on Voka's experimental table.

"Then go to work, you two slackers." Woka said with a smile, "If you're so lazy, the trick shop will be closed down."

"Bang bang bang." Suddenly, there was a knock on the wooden door, which startled the three of them.

"Couldn't it be Snape?" George guessed, "I didn't think he'd be coming by now."

"It's obvious that you're still in the office just now." Fred muttered. He took out the Marauder's Map from his pocket and glanced at it.

"It's little Ronnie?" He was a little surprised.

Walka froze for a moment, and when she heard it was Ron, she nodded and said, "Please come in."

The wooden door was pushed open, and not only Ron, but also Hermione and Harry walked in. The three looked at Worka eagerly, but when they saw the Weasley brothers sitting on the table, the three were extremely surprised .

"Little Ronnie!" George and Fred said in unison: "And Hermione, and the heir of Slytherin~" They laughed and jumped off the table, and then touched the heads of Harry and Ron.

"Don't touch my head!" Ron said dissatisfied.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Worka looked at the three of them a little strangely: "Shouldn't you be practicing spells?"

Hermione shook her head and said, "Don't worry about the spell book, we're here to ask you for help."

"Looking for my help?" Woka froze for a moment, "What kind of potion do you want to use?"

"Tsk tsk, little Ronnie, you're not going to use the potion to skip class, are you? I'm going to write a letter to tell mom." George said with a smile.

"She'll send you another Howler letter." Fred received, and they had boundless enthusiasm for teasing Ron.

"It's not that kind of thing!" Ron shook his head: "It's about Harry."

"Harry?" Volka gave him a strange look: "Aren't you in the limelight recently?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a recommendation ticket~ woo woo woo, the author has been quarantined woo woo woo (﹏)
　　
　
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