Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Soul went to the kitchen to get a jam jar and wandered back to the Hufflepuff common room.

As luck would have it, there was an empty sofa in front of the fireplace.

He buried his whole body into the soft sofa and sighed happily.

In the warmth brought by the burning fireplace, Suer fell into a drowsy sleep, and was not awakened by Justin until it got dark.

The trace of unconsciousness was extinguished by the cold air on the ground floor. Tightening his cloak, Suer and his roommate quickly climbed up the stairs to the auditorium.

Thousands of candles in the auditorium not only provide lighting, but also provide a lot of heat, making the entire auditorium warm.

Fred and George didn't arrive until after Soul finished eating. Harry was with them. When Soul looked over, Harry waved to him and nodded to Fred and George. It looked like he succeeded. The message was conveyed, but George and Fred's expressions seemed a little bad.

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"Forget it, Wood is furious because the news leaked."

"We'll be out on the field training all night long."

"In this cold weather."

"He was just crazy."

"I heard Amoxicillin (Wood's roommate) said that Wood had a habit of talking in his sleep."

"He must have told the news in his dream."

When Soul arrived at the Gryffindor table, Fred and George were complaining to a black spirit boy with very bad expressions.

Only after being prompted by the black guy did they notice Soul's arrival. Fred and George looked at him curiously, and they sang in harmony:

"Hey, I remember you."

"Harry told us there was a Hufflepuff looking for us."

"Is that you?"

"Is there a problem?"

Soul looked at George (Fred?) and Fred (George?). He was a little confused about who was who. He gave up the idea of ​​separating them after trying it. The twins were so similar that even if they were relatives, Mom can't tell the difference either.

Well, that seems to be the case...

It’s important to get down to business.

"I heard that you are selling some interesting gadgets?" Suer asked.

The two brothers looked at each other and nodded in unison, "Yes."

George on the left began to introduce:

"We have a lot of interesting products that are cheap and feature-rich, such as turd eggs. I guarantee that if someone gets contaminated by it, they will have to carry that smell with them all day long."

"You know." Fred on the right smiled evilly, "The big dung eggs are our most proud product."

"Just a Silver Sickle."

"You get a whole box of them."

"You will also become a distinguished member of our store. We will notify you of new products in time."

But Suhr wasn't here to hear about their products.

"I'm interested," he said, "but I'm here to give you money."

"Oh?" George raised his eyebrows.

"Do you want to invest in us?" Fred's eyes shone, "I know that our store always has people who know the goods. How much do you want to invest in us?"

"I'm not here to invest in you." Suer shook his head. "I want to cooperate with you, but not for your products. I firmly believe that my things can allow you to quickly accumulate a sum of money to develop new products. .”

"How is it, are you interested?"

George and Fred looked at each other, and then looked at Soul together.

"Seems interesting."

"Can we see what product it is?"

"Of course." Su'er nodded, "However, it's a bit inappropriate here. So, I'll show it to you tonight at the place where we first met."

"Then it's settled, tonight...well, eleven o'clock?"

"Wood will probably train until curfew."

"A little midnight snack will help us sleep better then, don't you think? George."

"Excellent attention, Fred." After the two murmured for a few words, they looked at Sur.

"Of course." Soul nodded happily. Anyway, the Hogwarts kitchen is only a few steps away from the Hufflepuff lounge.

Despite complaining about Wood's oppressive behavior, George and Fred ate dinner more frequently and left in a hurry.

Harry and Ron also chatted with Soul for a few words and followed in the footsteps of George and Fred.

Ron can indeed be said to be a true fan of Quidditch, even if he can only shiver in the audience or throw the ball in the cold wind.

"Now..." Hermione handed the book written in runes to Soul, "Mrs. Pince can only lend it to me for a month at most."

"It doesn't matter, one month is enough." Sule handed the book back to Hermione, "Just leave this book where you are."

"Okay." Hermione nodded indifferently, took a piece of pudding into her mouth with a spoon, and narrowed her eyes with satisfaction.

"Thul..." Neville's voice came from one side, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, Neville, how can I help you?" Soul tilted his head and looked at Neville.

The little boy was a little at a loss under Soul's gaze. His round face looked a little rosy due to nervousness. He put his hands under the table. It could be seen from the folds of the wizard's robe at the sleeves that Neville's hands under the table had already Tangled together.

"I...I want to ask you to give me something."

"Why me?" Soul looked at Neville in confusion.

"Because... because..." Neville seemed to be even more nervous. He took a deep breath before saying, "Hannah is a Hufflepuff, and you are also a Hufflepuff... so ..."

"But don't you and Hannah know each other? Why don't you go by yourself?" Soul was even more confused. A few days ago, he saw Neville and Hannah looking up information in the library together.

Neville was not as nervous then as he is now.

"Hmm... um..." Neville opened his mouth, his face became even more rosy, and steam actually came out of his head.

"Okay...what is it?"

"This...this..." Neville hesitated for a long time before taking his hand out from under the table. It was a note, still pink in color.

Su Er raised his eyebrows, "This is..."

"love letter?"

Hermione's eyes suddenly changed, becoming a bit...well...nosy.

"No...it's not..." Neville shook his head wildly, "It's not a love letter, it's... it's..."

"Give it to me." A white hand stretched out.

Neville looked at Hermione blankly and subconsciously handed her the crumpled note in his hand.

"Let me deliver it to you~" Hermione said briskly, "I think I'm more suitable than Soul, what do you think?"

"Uh..." Neville looked at Soul.

Sur:? ? ?Why are you looking at me?

"Now, that's the girl with blond braids, right?" Hermione turned back and glanced in the direction of the Hufflepuff table, "The one sitting with Susan, Susan is her roommate. "

Neville nodded blankly, and then watched Hermione stand up, holding the piece of paper and happily walking towards the Hufflepuff table.

"Isn't it really a love letter?" Sol smiled and poked Neville with his elbow.

"Really not!" Neville yelled in embarrassment.

"Indeed not." Hermione's voice sounded from behind the two of them, "Hannah got the note and opened it. She asked me to thank you."

"It's a note written by Professor Sprout." Hermione looked at Neville strangely, "This is normal, why don't you deliver it yourself?"

"I...I'm worried about being misunderstood by everyone." Neville said, "And...it's still pink..."

Oh, okay, Su Er curled his lips, thinking he could have some candy on the spot.