Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Late at night, the little Hufflepuff badgers climbed into bed early. For them, there is no place more comfortable than the quilt on a cold winter night.

But one little wizard had to crawl out of his thick duvet.

Ah, yes, that’s our protagonist.

"How desperate can I be to make an appointment to meet someone in the kitchen in sub-zero temperatures?" Su Er shivered hard as he walked out of the dormitory.

The fireplace in the Hufflepuff common room had long since gone out.

"Huh." A blue light lit up, illuminating a corner of the lounge. Sur felt the warmth brought by the bottle wall, gritted his teeth and got out.

"Pa ta...hehe...pa ta...hehe..."

It's footsteps, someone?

Is it George and Fred?No, their voices are not that old.

Curiosity prompted Sur to slightly lift up the gap in the barrel and look out through the gap.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Professor Kettleburn staggered past the wooden barrels towards the stairs on the ground floor. The prosthetic leg was hooked on an iron barrel. Judging from the skewed body, the weight of the iron barrel was evident. Not light.

"Why doesn't he use the levitating spell?" Suer had some doubts in his heart.

He asked the senior students in Hufflepuff who were taking Magical Zoology. Professor Kettleburn was a very kind and knowledgeable old man. Although his teaching method was old-fashioned, he could always expand it from a novel perspective. A student's perspective, he is a well-respected professor at Hogwarts.

But what Sur saw now was an old wizard who smiled obscenely and was not used to using magic.

It wasn't until Professor Kettleburn's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor that Soul climbed out of the barrel.

Confused, he tiptoed to the Hogwarts kitchen.

"Sir, what food do you need? There are some puddings and chicken pie left today." The elf asked respectfully and humbly.

"Is there any pumpkin juice?" Suer really couldn't eat even a piece of pudding. In the daily wizard chess game just now, Justin failed as expected. The punishment was to come to the kitchen to get supper, and Suer also ate it. Full.

"Yes, sir, I will get it for you immediately." The elf bent down.

Soon, a cup of hot pumpkin juice was served.

"Oh, thank you." Suer put aside the blue bellflower glass bottle that served as a warm baby and took the pumpkin juice.

"Excuse me, was there a professor here just now?"

"Yes, sir." The elf looked at the blue flame contained in the glass bottle curiously, "Well... Professor Sinistra, Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Kettleburn all Have been here before."

"Is Professor McGonagall here to find cat food?" Suer couldn't help but ask.

"Cat food?" the elf repeated doubtfully.

"Ahem...that's wrong, it was Professor Kettleburn. Did he take something from the kitchen? I mean, I saw him just now."

"Oh, yes, sir, Professor Kettleburn just took some meat, fresh meat." The elf answered quickly.

"Meat?" Suer nodded, "Yes..."

Just when Su Er was about to continue to ask more questions in detail, the kitchen door was opened wide, and a gust of cold wind blew in.

"Give us a cup of hot pumpkin juice."

"I want a drink too."

Two voices came one after another. They were brothers Fred and George. They were holding brooms in their hands, their clothes were speckled with white frost, and their faces were red from the cold.

"Wood is really crazy."

"It's really a serious illness."

The two brothers kept complaining and looked up to see Sur.

"Hi, little Hufflepuff wizard."

"Good evening." Suer greeted.

The elf moved quickly. George and Fred took the pumpkin juice and took a sip immediately, then sighed deeply with synchronized expressions.

"Can you please get us some more chicken pie? We're exhausted."

"Yes, sir." The elf nodded meekly.

After a while, George and Fred rubbed their bellies happily and collapsed in unison on the chairs prepared by the elf.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Fred looked at Suhr.

Soul handed the bottle with blue flames on the table to Fred, "This is it."

"Can this thing make money?" George came over and looked at the flames dancing in the bottle.

"What is this?" Fred took the bottle in his hand, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't tell what was special about it.

"This is a magical product," Suhr said. "It has long-lasting effects, is harmless, and is convenient for lighting."

"Of course, the most important function is that it makes people feel warm."

"Warm?" George held the bottle doubtfully and nodded, "It's indeed quite warm."

"So what?" Fred also felt it. "A lot of spells can do that."

"But no flame can avoid harming the little wizard, right?" Sol smiled and took the bottle, opened the cork under the gaze of Fred and George, and poured out the flame.

Blue flames jumped in the air.

"Moreover, it can keep burning for a long time. More importantly, no one wants to go to class through the corridors in the cold wind, right? Especially you Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. I remember your lounges are in the tower. Top." As he said that, Sur inserted his finger into the flame.

The blue flame disintegrated immediately.

George and Fred were startled and immediately looked at Soul's finger.

Soul flipped his fingers a few times in response, and the result was obvious—he was unscathed.

"It's amazing." Fred and George had never heard of such a harmless spell. Even the magic of life can hurt people if used properly.

For example, fluorescent flashes can be used as flash bombs if the magic input is increased.

In order to let George and Fred experience it, Soul took out his wand and created a flame again.

The result was the same. Fred bravely put his hand in, and the flames quickly dissipated.

"What's this spell?" George asked.

"Its name is Blue Bellflower. When Hermione and I found it in the library, the book was almost falling apart." Sol conjured another flower in the bottle and capped the bottle. .

"Blue bellflower?" Fred wondered.

"The literal translation of the rune is this name." Sur said, "Also, I borrowed that book, and no one can find it again in the library."

"Of course, we can't rule out that someone discovered this spell before Hermione and I discovered it, but that book has not been touched for at least ten years."

"Is it possible?" Fred had some doubts.

"What are you going to do?" George asked.

Sule immediately slowly revealed the plan he had in mind. He and Hermione would be responsible for making them, George and Fred would be responsible for providing bottles, promoting and selling them, and they would be divided into 60%, with Hermione and Sule accounting for [-]%.

"I thought of several promotional words, targeting different groups of people."

For example---"Are you still worried about your cold hands and feet? With this, you won't be afraid of the cold."

Another example - "If you love her, give her a body warmer."

"There are 600 students in the entire academy. As long as [-] of them buy our heart-warming bottles..." Suer said with a determined look on his face, "We can earn at least a few hundred galleons!"

George and Fred looked at each other. They were still hesitant when they heard a few hundred galleons.

"Done!" they said. "It was a pleasure working together."