[HP]Hogwarts Daily Life

1

In fact, we have made plans for the Christmas vacation.

But as we all know, plans are used to fool oneself, so it makes sense that I woke up at 11:30 the next day.

2

Go and see if they get up.

Knocking on the door of the twins' room, George still had black ash on his face when he opened the door. He didn't know where it had touched.

They had already begun to use the crucible in the room to boil an unknown liquid, which was blue, green and a little purple in color. Seeing me coming, Fred stopped stirring the liquid and waved to me: "Come and take a look."

I stepped forward and took a sniff: "...Why does it smell like licorice?" George scratched his head: "Although the weather is very cold, the air is very dry. Fred is worried that we will get hot, and plans to use some magic to reduce the fire. Medicine. But...but I don’t know which step went wrong, the color is a bit strange."

I looked at the spoon that Fred held out: "Wait! You don't want to try it, do you? Something will happen!" Fred looked bitter and resentful: "George! If I leave... tell mom not to Make Ron a prefect! That would be terrible!"

George was also shocked: "! Stop!"

But Fred had already swallowed it.

"Ron is my favorite little brother."

"what?"

"I want to be a prefect."

"He started talking nonsense!!"

"There is no winner in the Quidditch World Cup."

"George!! What to do!!!"

After about four or five minutes, Fred finally came to his senses and said, "Hell, how could Ron be my favorite brother!"

"It's finally normal." George breathed a sigh of relief.

Fred frowned and felt it carefully: "There's nothing wrong. I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, just my stomach." "Stomach discomfort?" I asked worriedly. "After saying I like Ron." Fred answered me seriously.

"You just scared us to death!" I hit Fred on the shoulder. "Don't do such risky things in the future!" George said seriously.

"Hey, relax! Okay, okay, I promise, there won't be a next time!" Fred said with joy, "Don't you think it's interesting? A potion that only makes people talk nonsense-" "-No There's no better place for a prank than this." George gave Fred a thumbs up.

"Fortunately, I recorded the ingredients and steps." Fred said smugly, "Come on, man!" George smiled, "You just used your words to get me around!"

I felt like I had forgotten something, "I'm going to see if Baimen is awake."

"Goodbye!" they replied in unison.

3

I hate you so much, Bai Meng!

Pushing open the door of Baimeng's room, he was fully dressed and sitting on the desk doing homework.

"What are you doing, Baimeng!" I was heartbroken.

"Dear Hodder, maybe you remember that the final exams are coming up after the Christmas break?" Baimon glanced at me, "You don't wear slippers, stupid Hodder." "I muttered: "There is a carpet in the room anyway..."

Baimon returned to the topic: "...You may still remember the homework that Professor Snape left for our school alone? An eight-inch paper about scabies medicine."

"?! Eight inches??" I was shocked again, "Didn't I write this paper last time?" Baimon shook his head: "The professor said that everything in our school that didn't get an O will be rewritten. "

Help, I am e! How could it be so little different!

etc! I sensed something was wrong: "Didn't you get an o? Why did you rewrite it? You're a paper-thumbler!"

Baimon smiled shyly, "I found that Granger wrote seven and a half inches, but I only wrote seven inches."

Don't be tempted to win in strange places!

4

During lunch, I inadvertently complained that I didn’t want to take the exam, and George said casually: "Test? I can tell you that the exam questions we had at that time are almost the same as last year. There are just a few questions to go back and forth."

Baimon and I looked at each other, put down our knives and forks, "George, our Superman."