A little badger from Hogwarts

Christmas is coming soon.

One morning in mid-December, the students at Hogwarts woke up from their dreams and found that the surroundings were covered with several feet of snow and the lake was covered with hard ice.

The endless snow scenery inspired the playful nature deep inside the students. As soon as get out of class is over, they will rush into the snow like wild horses and enjoy the fun of winter.

Building snowmen, skiing, and of course the most indispensable classic event is snowball fights. I don’t know who threw the first snowball. Since then, flying snowballs can be seen everywhere in Hogwarts.

Then, as expected, the snowballs flying in the sky caused an accident.

At dinner, Hart met the Weasley twins who were punished by Professor McGonagall.

As soon as they met, Hart said to them helplessly: "What's wrong with you two? What are you doing to provoke Quirrell? You feel like you're too idle and you want to be slacked off by the professors, right?"

During the day they had enchanted some snowballs so that they chased Quirrell around and finally hit him on the back of his turban.

All the students regarded this matter as a laughing stock. No one sympathized with Quirrell. There was no way, who asked this guy to teach nothing in class!

It was Quirrell who let these children who wanted to play all day long know that it was not a happy thing to learn nothing in class.

"Oh, we are venting our anger for everyone!" The two brothers were not ashamed, but proud of it. They were already used to it anyway.

"Make room!" They squeezed out two seats from the Hufflepuff table.

"Also, we heard from Ron what happened on the day of the Quidditch match."

"What?" Hart felt that there was something wrong with his ears: "The two of them are too loose-mouthed. How can they talk about this kind of thing!"

"No nonsense, Ron just told the two of us."

Hart looked at the proud looks of the two of them, rolled his eyes, and said unceremoniously: "What's the difference between telling you two and letting all the students in the school know?"

"Hey, you look down on people!"

George and Fred were unhappy at the time. "We didn't tell anyone anything like this."

"never mind!"

As long as Harry and the others didn't stab him out, Hart wouldn't care anymore.

George and Fred, two guys who were very enthusiastic at once, quickly forgot about Quirrell. They approached Hart and said with a flattering smile: "Hart, we heard that you and Cedric have other people." Several people are developing magic items, can we join in?"

"Where did you two hear this news?" Hart said, looking at Hermione next to him.

"I'm not a talkative person!" Hermione glared at Hart unhappily.

"Okay, okay, I didn't say anything." Hart smiled and comforted the little girl, and then said to George and Fred: "I know you two like to make magic props. When you first started, I also wanted to attract you. Join the team!"

"Then why have you never come to us?" The two of them were happy at first, but then realized that something was wrong.

Hart put down the chopsticks in his hands and asked with a smile: "How are you two doing this year?"

George and Fred looked at each other and said in unison: "What does this have to do with you asking us to join your gang?"

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Hart said to them with his fingers: "If you two join the gang and your grades get worse, your mother will definitely find the reason. When the time comes, it will be seen that you are not doing your job properly and are using some magic props with us. , how should I explain it."

"This?" The twins looked at each other. Although they were not afraid of anything, their mother's lion's roar could still control them.

However, they soon found an excuse and talked about Hart, "You and Cedric are also third years. Why can you two do this and we can't?"

"Cedric is a good baby, no one will cause trouble for him." Hart continued: "As for me, I am an orphan, no one will care about me, and I have money, of course I can do whatever I want?"

"Ah this..."

Even if the twins are sharp-tongued and can talk the dead into living things with their mouths, without the financial support of their families, they can only catch people blind.

"Then there's nothing we can do. Hart, please be merciful and let us join in for the sake of our old friendship!"

The twins launched a tear offensive and began to pretend to be pitiful.

Hart saw through them at a glance, but he still pretended to be moved: "Okay! I can't be too ruthless. You can join, but I have a condition."

"Don't say one, even if it's a hundred, we agree!" George and Fred high-fived happily.

Hart gave his conditions: "Okay, starting from this year, your grades in every subject must be passing, and the grades in the subjects I designated must be excellent."

The smiling faces of George and Fred turned into sad faces in an instant before they fell off.

"What's going on?"

"I am here to let your talents come into full play." Hart pointed at the two of them: "Tell yourself, what is your level of theoretical research on magic? How many magic texts do you know? And can you use these theories for yourself? On those joke toys?”

The twins no longer speak, but they can make those unique joke toys. In addition to their talent, they are also supported by the collection of books inherited from the family.

But there were only a few books in the collection, and those who could understand them had already understood them. For the remaining esoteric knowledge, they could only understand letters one by one.

"Okay, we agreed!" The twins agreed dejectedly.

"Okay, don't look like you've suffered a big loss, come and work here and you'll get paid."

"How much?!" As soon as they heard there was money to be made, they immediately became interested.

"Ten silver coins per person per month!" Hart reported the number: "This salary is a bit low, but we can increase it after the things we develop become profitable."

"A lot, a lot!"

George and Fred grinned almost to their ears, "The two of us have been researching joke toys for the past two years, all with our own money. We can't earn a single copper. Now that we can make money, no matter how much it is, we can make money." Stand up tall in front of mom!”

"Well, as long as you're satisfied!" Hart nodded and said, "You'd better not tell your parents about this, they won't understand."

Thinking of their mother's roar at them, George and Fred nodded quickly, indicating that it would be better for them to let this matter sink in.

"Finding some time later, I will talk to you two in detail about the current research and development progress."

Hart said it was settled.