Hogwarts: I Can Still Learn

Vincent gave George and Fred full responsibility for remaking the dream potion.

Of course, the reward is all theirs, and they need the money more than Vincent.

Speaking of this money, I have to praise Professor Bloch's generosity.Maybe it was because the prescription was incomplete and difficult to make, so the price he paid was very high. Even after excluding the price difference and raw material money earned by Mr. Bojin, the middleman, the gold galleons they could get were still enough for them. Hogwarts has been living comfortably for several years.

But Fred and George clearly didn't intend to just waste the money.

Although the medicine has not yet been prepared and the money has not been received, the two of them have begun to discuss how to use them, develop prank products, and promote them.

They even plan to set their sights on the next Quidditch World Cup and the one after that, preparing to make a fortune by gambling, and then make profits...

Vincent really wanted to advise them, stop dreaming, gambling is unrealistic.

"When the time comes when we win money, we won't treat you badly!" Fred said generously.

"Listen to me, betting on football is risky..."

"Think about the out-of-print banned books, think about those ridiculously expensive magic items... Don't you want that kind of Christmas gift?"

!!!

"I heard that someone in dad's office used a book about forgetting spells that you don't have here to cushion the table legs..."

"Okay! Just let it go and fight! I'll take care of it for you!"

Harmful!Fred, you really understand me!

As a result, on Christmas Day...

Early in the morning, Vincent got up to open the express delivery... ah, no, opening Christmas gifts.

He was wearing a white sweater with the letter "V" embroidered on the left breast, hand-knitted by Mrs. Weasley.

Louis gave him a set of real SATs exams (the British primary school exit exams) and wished him to remember to go to school for the exam next June...but he obviously doesn't need this kind of thing.

But as the saying goes, hurting each other...ah, bah!Gifts reciprocate, so Vincent also gave him a dozen mock papers for the GCSE exam (British General Secondary School Certificate Examination) and reminded him not to affect the mentality of his classmates in next year's exam by answering too fast.

Aunt Elise gave him a pair of sneakers as she did every year, as a hint to him not to stay at home...

Qiu gave him a flying chess set, and Vincent couldn't figure out whether the child wanted to remind him to play with her more, or whether he was mocking him for his poor flying skills on a broomstick...

Without thinking for long, Vincent began to open the gift from Uncle Zhang again.

What Uncle Zhang gave me was quite a big one.After taking it apart, it turned out that it was still made in China...sugar.

It's just sugar, the same thing every year, and Vincent is used to it.

I really thought I was a child!

He opened a White Rabbit toffee and put it in his mouth.

Ah—it’s still the original recipe, and it’s still the same taste in my memory!

...It smells so good!

Then just keep it as snacks...

After unpacking it, Errol, the Weasley family's owl, delivered another package wrapped in paper.

Errol is already an old guy, really so old that he can no longer fly.

In other people's homes, an owl of this age would have retired long ago, but Errol was still exploited by the nine members of the Weasley family in turn.

Vincent watched it fly unsteadily all the way to the window of his house. Every time this guy flapped its wings, it seemed as if it was going to be blown away by the wind, but it always fluttered back to its original track...

If there weren't Muggles everywhere downstairs, Vincent would have just used magic to pull it in.

"Bah-" He opened the window and let the owl in.

Errol rolled to the ground along with the package it had brought.

"Oh - get up! The ground is cold!" Vincent squatted down with a distressed look on his face.

The owl was a little confused at this time. No one in the Weasley family ever cared whether it stayed on the cold ground...

Errol tilted his head in emotion, but saw Vincent picking up the package anxiously and holding it tightly in his arms...

"Ah - a detailed explanation of the out-of-print Forgetting Curse! It wasn't broken!"

Errol:? ? ?

I saw Vincent weighing the paper bag, and then he couldn't wait to tear off the wrapping paper on the surface, and then... he tore off the second layer of wrapping paper... Then the third layer, the fourth layer...

"...Why is the bag so thick?" Vincent muttered.

After taking it apart, he finally felt something was wrong.

...Co-authored This is Fred and George playing with him!

Vincent violently tore open the remaining wrapping paper and found a brick inside...

Oh, and... there's a fart!That's it!

My fucking#&%*a@*#￡&$%! ! !

Where's the promised out-of-print collection?How about a magic item worth researching?

Damn this brick...

Vincent stepped into the fireplace carrying the bricks.

……

"Fred George, come out here!"

Vincent's elegant and easy-going voice sounded in the Christmas Burrow.

"Aha! Morning Vincent!" Fred, who had just come down the stairs, was obviously not confident enough.

"Oh, you are such a good timer!" said George. "Daddy and Mummy went for a walk together... How about our gifts? Isn't it practical?"

"You still dare to say that? Come on, explain what's going on?" Vincent slapped the bricks on the table.

"What? I picked this up with my own hands... ah no, I picked it. Don't you like it?" Fred blinked innocently.

"Of course I like it! It's easy!" Vincent smiled and raised the bricks with one hand and threw them.

"Oh - that's not how this is used!" Fred took the brick and turned it over. "He is not an ordinary stone! Look!"

It's really not ordinary...

Vincent hadn't seen it just now - there was a line of words written crookedly on the back of the brick:

'May our friendship be as strong as a rock! '

"How's it going? Are you impressed?" Fred patted his stiff shoulder.

This action made it difficult for Vincent not to hit him.

But he still held back...

Don't worry about this with children...

Vincent thought silently in his mind.

"Then those books you promised me..." Before he could finish his words, he was forcibly interrupted by Fred.

"Damn it! The Quidditch World Cup hasn't arrived yet!" Fred put his arm around his shoulders, "Not to mention the World Cup, we haven't even got the gold Galleons to prepare the dream-making potion yet!"

This is true. The faceless man asked for a larger amount of medicine. Vincent calculated the time. The last batch of potions in the laboratory will not be completed until at least a few days.

But that doesn't stop Fred and George from going crazy early.

As far as Vincent knew, the two of them had already planned how to use the money a few years later...

"...So you just gave me a brick to deal with it?"

"I told you this is not an ordinary brick!" Fred clicked the words on it heavily, "It is a brick that symbolizes our friendship..."

"I understand what you're saying, but... what's the use of it?"

"Hmm...cracking walnuts?" George demonstrated.

...This is indeed a rush to smash everything into pieces.

"...Actually, we have prepared other gifts for you." George dug into his pocket and took out a pink rubber band...

"..." Can you bear this?

Before Vincent could curse, Ginny suddenly rushed downstairs.

"Hey! George, did you see my rubber band...oh, you found it! Thanks!"

The little girl ignored Fred's wildly suggestive look, took away the rubber band and ran back to the room.

"Oh, I will cherish this brick..." Vincent gritted his teeth and grabbed a handful of Floo powder and said.

If I trust them both casually from now on, I will be a dog!

Vincent swore secretly.