Weasley is our king at Hogwarts

Such a big movement obviously attracted the attention of others.

A tall boy with short silver hair stood up among the Slytherin snakes and walked quietly behind Fred and George who were still busy recording the shopping items.

"Looks like you didn't get butterbeer," Davis, with short silver hair, mocked.

Fred was still writing on the parchment with a quill when he suddenly heard this sound. He turned to look at Davis and smiled, "Butterbeer? Don't worry, I didn't forget your things."

Fred wrote on the parchment, "2 o'clock in the morning tonight, History of Magic classroom on the second floor."

Fred then tore half of the parchment off and handed it to Davis.

Davis took the parchment and glanced at it, then raised his eyelids and looked at Fred in disbelief, his eyes full of disbelief, but in the end he stuffed the parchment into his pocket and left without saying a word. .

Soon, all the orders from Hufflepuff had been placed. After confirming that no badger had placed an order, Fred and George returned to Gryffindor Tower contentedly with the parchment and deposits for all orders. bedroom.

There were so many things that he experienced this afternoon that Fred fell asleep right next to his bed.

Fortunately, tomorrow is the weekend, and both Fred and George woke up after a good sleep.

Fred looked at the bright moon outside the window and found that he seemed to wake up a little early, there was still an hour before 2 am.

Then he took out the double-sided mirror and took a look. There was no one outside the Fat Lady, so he happened to go get the beer from the hunchback witch's secret passage.

Fred and George secretly pushed aside the Fat Lady's picture frame and went directly down to the basement corridor through the corridor.

After touching the pear on the fruit painting, I pressed the handle that appeared and entered the kitchen.

This time Fred and George planned to get some containers. After all, a large barrel of butterbeer couldn't be picked up. They had to pour it into small containers in batches.

Fred flipped through the dishes on the long stove. Open cups without lids were not suitable, because climbing up the slide passage required constant jumping and it was easy to spill the butterbeer in the cup.

However, Fred discovered a few things that looked like kettles. The silver carvings and patterns on the appearance were very beautiful. It’s you!

Fred held several kettles, and George held ten water glasses. The two of them stuffed a croissant into their mouths, and unsteadily pushed open the kitchen door to the fourth floor of the castle.

When walking through the Charms corridor, the drunken monk on the corridor wall jumped up to him and asked, "Is there wine in the kettle?!"

Fred chuckled, and George walked through the corridor, turned right, and finally came to the statue of the Hunchback Witch. Then he took the Hunchback Witch's horizontal arm and climbed onto the Hunchback Witch's back.

"Left and right separation!"

Fred jumped into the secret passage with a pile of silver kettles in his arms.

On the contrary, because the cups in George's hands were made of glass, he could only hold one tightly with one hand before jumping down to prevent the glass from being broken.

"Whoa~"

As soon as Fred slid to the bottom, he stopped under the friction of the black soil. After many times of practice, Fred immediately stood up and rolled over, avoiding George who was sliding down behind him.

Fred first threw aside the several silver kettles in his hand, and then looked at the large brown oak barrel, which was surrounded by boards of oak.

There were no openings on the round lids on the upper and lower sides of the big oak barrel. Fred walked down behind the oak barrel and finally found a slightly protruding round opening on the barrel, which was just covered by a wooden plug. It's sealed and waxed.

Fred first placed the oak barrel that was originally standing upright, then pointed the protruding round mouth of the barrel upwards, and then began to buckle the wax-sealed wooden stopper with confidence.

Fred sat on the oak barrel until his fingernails almost broke, but the cork embedded in the barrel still didn't move at all.

Fred lost his temper, pulled out his wand, pointed it at the cork and said, "Cut it in two!"

"boom!!!"

"I'll go!" Fred watched as the cork that was split in two exploded out!

There seems to be a lot of gas in there!

Fred pushed the oak barrel away with both hands!Fell down!

"Whoo~"

Fred held the oak barrel with one hand and let out a long breath, which was quite thrilling.

"Are you okay, Fred!" George was also startled by Fred, and hurried over to hold Fred and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, I almost jumped on the cork." Fred was even more excited and finally opened it!

What hits your nose is a strong smell of alcohol accompanied by a slightly sweet malt aroma, and there is also a strong milky aroma!

"Is this butterbeer? It smells so good!" George threw himself on the oak barrel and took a deep breath.

"Come? Have a drink?" Fred was also greedy for the smell.

"Have a drink!" George will rush over and hold the oak barrel with Fred.

The two of them held the round end of the oak barrel and lifted it up. Because the other end was against the ground, it was relatively easy for Fred and George to stand the oak barrel upright.

"Gudong~gudong~gudong~"

The opening on the body of the upright oak barrel began to pour beer crazily!

The golden butterbeer with countless small bubbles spilled all over the floor!