[hp] Fall in love at Hogwarts

ooc warning

It’s really inconvenient that there are no cameras in the Wizarding World

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This is the fourth time your flowers have been stolen.

Tear off the letter that the flower thief tied to the fence next to the flower bush. On it, all the feelings of the man about the flowers he picked are written with colorful paint. He commented that the flowers you cultivated are rich in color and pleasant in taste, and the fragrance alone is enough. A magical item that captivates the human heart.

[I will come to visit you again next time when your newly planted flowers bloom again~]

At the end, don’t forget to draw a few lip-like patterns as blowing kisses and mark the syllables of kiss.

You crumpled the paper into a ball with an expressionless face, threw it at your feet and stepped on it a few times.

"If I find out which bastard stole my flowers, I will feed him twenty dung eggs and put him in a moving swamp for a day and a night!"

Back at the Gryffindor table, you took a bite out of the apple in your hand as if it were a thief's flesh, and complained bitterly to Angelina.

If it were really possible, you would love to be able to quickly find the culprit like in the Eastern legends. You must know that you have asked many people for help these days, and even asked the Weasley twins, who are the best at inventing and pranking in the entire Hogwarts, to guard the small flower garden. However, every time George would play with the magic props with a look of regret on his face. Telling you that the thief escaped again, Fred studied the traces of the crime with great interest and excitedly studied the tactics for the next time.

What thief could be worse than the two of them? ?

Furious, you took another big bite of the apple, puzzled.

"Do you need to provide special fecal eggs? My dear?"

The sudden voice in your ears made you shrink back subconsciously. Before you fell off the bench, a pair of familiar big hands hugged your shoulders. George supported your body from behind, put his chin on your head and smiled: "You It’s so enthusiastic~”

It was already summer, and the thin clothes quickly transferred his body temperature, which was much higher than yours. You tried to raise your head, and George stood up straighter and smiled down at you.

It was all because his smile was so contagious. Most of the bad mood that you had just been angry about because of being stolen had dissipated. You pretended to be angry and twisted out of his arms, pinching the soft flesh of his waist.

"George Weasley!" You held back the laughter that was about to escape your throat when you saw his slightly twisted movements, and cleared your throat, "Why do you always walk without making a sound!"

George shrugged, raised his legs and sat in the empty space on your right hand, put a finger in front of his lips and shook it: "I'm Fred, you made a mistake."

These two brothers, who look almost identical, are not easy to identify, not to mention that they always like to learn each other's words and actions to tease everyone. For a long time when you were in school, you were fooled by the words of the two. Most of my friends still can't tell them apart.

You took a closer look at the face of the young man in front of you. His eyes were slightly drooped and more innocent, and his face was slightly thinner. This was indeed George.

Seeing you observing him, George propped up his head and winked at you, grabbed a few French fries with one hand and stuffed them into his mouth, saying vaguely: "I am really Fred."

You don’t know since when, George started to become more special in your eyes. When you met, he always leaned against you as if he was boneless, and all the harmless pranks Fred wanted to do to you were ignored. He stopped, and his smile and voice seemed to have begun to have other meanings attached to the time they spent together. Now you don't even need to see the faces of the two people. As long as George appears around you or makes a sound, you will You can recognize him immediately.

"Okay Fred." You deliberately teased him without exposing his lie, "My flowers were stolen again, can you think of anything else?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, pretending to be distressed: "This is really a difficult opponent."

There was no excitement in his eyes when Fred said this before, but instead there were some indescribable emotions. George twisted a French fries and rubbed it between the two until both fingers were covered with oil before putting the almost-mashed food into his mouth.

"What should we do?" He wiped his hands clean, held his chin in his hands and puffed up his cheeks, "What should we do?"

George, who deliberately made such a childish expression, looked very lovable, blinking his eyes like a kitten with its soft belly exposed without any aggression. However, having been together for so long and knowing his foxy nature, you will not be shaken by this moment of beauty at all, and you playfully knock his head to remind him: "I was asking you."

"Fred doesn't know. Ask George."

"Okay, George." You spread your hands, "Can you tell me if there is any other way you can help me catch the flower thief?"

He grinned again and twitched his hand at you, gesturing for you to put your ear to him.

According to George, you put on the induction ring on your hand - a round ring made of copper and set with a small moissanite, and cast a transformation spell on George to become the same as your newly opened bush. Another ring with the same flower was inserted into the soil, pretending that it was also a flower that had just bloomed.

Is this really reliable?

You looked at the sun with your hand. The ring, which was just the right size for your middle finger, refracted beautifully under the light, making you even more unsure.

If the flower thief bypasses the trap set by George and Fred this time and gets the flower, the ring that was transformed into a flower using the transformation spell will immediately change back to its original shape and be stuck on his hand. Then you will Being able to know his location through your own ring will make it easier for you to lead George to arrest him.

After calculating the flowering period, today should be the day when the arrogant thief comes again. You paced back and forth in the lounge for a long time. When it was almost dark, the ring on your hand finally felt a little warm.

It seems to be a trap!

You called George several times at the door of the men's dormitory, but no one was there. You waited anxiously for a while, but you were also afraid that the thief would take off the props and run away. In desperation, I had to go to the flower garden to take a look. The flower thief tied the letter to the fence as usual, and most of your flowers were stolen just like the previous times.

[Come and contact me quickly? Miss Flower Fairy~]

Frustrated by the provocative tone of the other party, you mustered up the courage to go over and teach the thief a lesson. Following the guiding light, you came to an unfamiliar classroom.

Clenching the wand in your hand, you opened the door.

"You found me."

George is sitting among a lot of blooming flowers, playing with the same style ring as yours on the middle finger of his right hand. He is half sitting on the desk with his head slightly tilted and looking at you smiling.

You looked around at the flowers in the classroom. They were all the ones you had lost a few times before. These stolen flowers did not wither because they were transplanted indoors or passed the flowering period. Instead, they maintained their most beautiful blooms and swayed their petals towards you.

"You'd better explain yourself."

Probably guessing what he was thinking, you crossed your arms and almost laughed in anger.

George came over and took your wrist. He looked carefully at the ring on your middle finger that was worn voluntarily but actually because you were tricked into wearing it. He said proudly, "My craftsmanship is really good."

"You still say?" You poked the soft flesh around his waist with your wand, "You can't chase me properly? Why are you always stealing my flowers?"

"I couldn't steal your heart in the beginning. I had to steal the flowers first." George rubbed the ring twice more and smiled like a fox who had stolen something. "If not, how could you take the initiative?" Come to get close to me?"

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In fact, every time Fred saw magic props being destroyed: OK, brother, do you have a way of chasing people?