Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 122 Fat Tongue Toffee

George left in a hurry.

Because Kyle's house doesn't have a Floo network, he needs to go back to the Burrow first, and then go to Diagon Alley through the fireplace at home.

Fred originally wanted to go with him, but when he passed a mirror, he changed his mind and turned back to the attic.

Although Fred was usually careless, he didn't care about his image at all. He didn't want to appear in the crowded Diagon Alley with his current appearance.

Otherwise, after school starts, he will probably become the first joke in the new school year.

In the attic, Kyle is studying the results of the twins these days.

——A big box full of more than a dozen different kinds of candies, and they are all the most popular varieties on the market.

Zizi honey candies, fudge candies, toffees, and chocolate candies.

Kyle picked up a fudge, and as soon as he got closer, he smelled a faint bitterness, which seemed incompatible with the sweetness of the candy itself.

"Woooooooo..."

Fred seemed to want to say something, but Kyle didn't understand.

He took out a notebook and wrote on it:

"It was a failure and we found that only toffee could mask the taste of the swelling potion."

Kyle nodded, then picked up a piece of toffee and smelled it. The bitterness was indeed much lighter, and it would not be noticeable if you were not careful.

It's just that their way of handling it is too rough, they just dig a hole in the candy and stuff the swelling potion into it.

If it is more detailed, it may be able to completely cover up the taste of the swelling potion.

Of course, it may be that they are too lazy to do so.

After all, this thing is not even a semi-finished product until the dosage of the swelling potion is settled.

After that, Fred gave Kyle another notebook, which recorded all their previous experimental records, and clearly stated the specific reasons for each failure and the adverse consequences.

There are almost a dozen pages, which can be said to be quite detailed.

While Kyle was flipping through the notebook, George returned, still holding a paper bag full of shrunken figs.

"There's no need to buy so many, George." Kyle stretched out his hand and said, "The shrunken figs are just for an auxiliary purpose, one or two is enough."

"Be prepared." George naturally handed what was in his hand to Kyle, and asked with a smile, "Why, do you want to join us too?"

Kyle shrugged, "After a week of homework, I must have some fun."

"Speaking of which..." George said with a sudden sigh, "I can't believe you're wasting your precious vacation time on those assignments.

The same goes for Percy, who was still complaining that I was bothering him when I went back.

God, I just opened the door, and he's not doing his homework in the living room! "

"I have to say, in this regard, you are much better than him, at least you never blame us for the problem of not being able to write homework."

In the face of the Weasley family's daily fights, Kyle didn't care. He took out two shrunken figs, peeled them, and squeezed out the juice.

Taking advantage of this time, George also took out half a bottle of expansion potion from the box next to him. After thinking about it, he found another empty bottle and poured out half of the potion inside.

Fred and George were average at making potions, and Mrs. Weasley didn't allow anyone to play with things like cauldrons at home.In order to hurry, they bought these swelling potions directly from Diagon Alley, and they cost five Galleons a pint.

Save it if you can.

With the addition of the sap of the shrunken fig, the color of the swelling potion slowly changed, and soon changed from the original sky blue to light blue.

Kyle nodded.

It's fine if it doesn't change to another color, which means that the properties of the potion haven't changed.

He picked up the bottle, ready to test the effect on his hands.

But George stopped him.

"No, no, Kyle, you can't do this."

George said seriously: "What we need is to make the tongue bigger, not the hands."

After speaking, he took out a new candy from his pocket, put some syrup on it, and put it directly into his mouth.

"I really shouldn't eat it." George said vaguely, "This taste is too weird, it's like woo... woo..."

George's cheeks began to puff up slowly, and the words became muffled whimpers.

That's his tongue.

Fred beside him was dancing excitedly and whining non-stop, as if he was celebrating something.

George's tongue began to swell rapidly, and soon stuck out, looking like a slippery boa constrictor.

"It looks like it should have been successful."

Kyle looked at George's appearance.

Shrunken Figs did neutralize some of the Swelling Potion and dulled it a lot, only affecting the tongue that was exposed to the potion the most.

As long as you find a way to remove the special taste of the potion, so that little wizards can't taste it, this "quick-acting skipping class sugar" will be considered truly completed.

Fred and George were overjoyed.

"It's yours, Kyle... haha, shrunken fig."

After the effect of the swelling potion passed, George said excitedly: "You don't know, we are actually planning to give up."

"The swelling potion is too expensive." Fred spread his hands and said, "Before this, we have already wasted a whole bottle."

"Five Galleons." George felt a little pained, "We should really wait for you to be together."

His heart began to bleed at the thought of wasting five Galleons for nothing.

If this was replaced by a big dung egg, it would be enough for them to fight a small battle with Slytherin.

"Aren't you rich?" Kyle asked, "One hundred Galleons per person, it must be spent."

"Having money and being wasted are two different things." Fred sighed, "And we only have thirty Galleons left now, and a total of thirty Galleons."

On the first day of the holiday, when Mrs. Weasley was beating Fred and George, she accidentally knocked out the wallet they were hiding.

The golden Gallon scattered all over the floor, almost knocking Mrs. Weasley into a faint. She thought the twins had robbed some Slytherin student at school.

Although Fred and George were quick to explain the origin of these Galleons, Mrs. Weasley didn't believe it.

It wasn't until after Chris passed that the incident was explained.

But Mrs. Weasley confiscated the Galleons, on the grounds that they were afraid they would do bad things.

Now the only money Fred and George had with them was what was hidden in the chest.

Thirty Galleons, as they say, no more, no less, just enough.