Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

For freshmen, the first month of school is always the fastest. By the time the freshness faded away like a tide, the cold air had already penetrated into the castle.

There was a lot of rain in October this year. It always rained non-stop, and sometimes it was as violent as the bullets fired by Muggles.

Mr. Black's cat's paws were rarely dry. This strong black cat was not bothered by the sudden cold wave at all. Fred often saw him walking towards the Slytherin cellars with his head held high at certain moments while being soaked to the skin.

Of course, what will follow must be a scream that even shakes the ground.

After Fred heard the "wet" complaints from the little snakes as expected, he was satisfied and ready to leave when a sinister voice sounded from the back of his head.

"Fred!" This didn't sound like a good brother to him, "What are you doing!"

Fred sneezed hard, and then he felt a secret cold rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Hey!" He yelled and turned his head sharply. There was nothing behind him.

"I guessed it." He rubbed his nose viciously, feeling like something was about to flow out. "I know who you are!"

"Peeves! You bad thing!"

He guessed it right! Peeves' figure gradually solidified under the candlelight, and finally turned into an ugly face that was crowded and messy.

“You’re going to—cold—bad boy!”

Fred sneezed hard again, but Peeves remained as elusive as a ghost until he did his actual mischief.

"Go away! Peeves!" He did feel a little dizzy, and the wet feeling accompanied by the chilly feeling that passed through the hall from time to time made him feel a little creepy, which diluted his gloating happiness, "I I don’t want to play with you today—”

Lord Peeves rarely showed mercy, and even seemed a little abnormal. His chubby body came close to Fred's face, and if they weren't so familiar with each other, Fred even felt that he might want to give him a kiss.

Thinking of this, he almost vomited.

"Boy——!" He said mysteriously, "You should pay more attention recently——"

"I can feel - something -" Peeves' originally dark eyes actually had a human-like light. This elf who was born with the castle rarely recalled some of his original intentions, "It's very dangerous - there is something ready to move in the castle, Fred -"

"Fred!"

When he was about to continue speaking, a different voice also called Fred's name. George, who was also wet, finally appeared at the door of the corridor, "What are you doing there?"

"What?" Fred felt that he might really have a cold, because Peeves disappeared in the blink of an eye, "Why are you here?"

"I was just about to ask you!" George put his wristband covered with thick mud and water on Fred's body, "Didn't you agree to go eat something first? Why are you here alone? I've been looking for you for a long time."

"I saw Mr. Black and his servant." Fred chuckled.

"Good brother." George gave him a hammer, "Call me next time!"

"That's necessary." Fred threw Peeves' warning behind him in the blink of an eye. Who knows if this could be some new trick Peeves thought of to tease people, or some new Halloween trick. What about the ghost "copy" spin-off plot?

But by the next morning, Fred felt something was wrong - he really had a cold!

"So -" after breakfast that day, Clooney asked him with a raised eyebrow as he handed him a bottle of refreshment, "so the strong Weasley brothers would rather leave a wet bottle to the poor castle administrator. The muddy ground and wet bodies kept wandering around the cooling castle, unwilling to bother their precious wands to cast a drying spell on themselves - "

"Even a Warming Charm, my friend—"

"Sneeze!" Fred blew his nose hard, and George made a cooperating sound that sounded like a deflated balloon. "Please, please Lenny - your language is starting to sound more like Snape's!"

"Please stay away from us." Cloney pushed him behind George in disgust, "You will infect other people!"

"Droplet spread!" Cedric poked his head behind Clooney, "Aerosol spread!"

"Ten points for Hufflepuff!" The two healthy people high-fived happily.

"But having said that, Fred." Cedric said with a smile, "Recently, a cold has really started to spread in the castle, and even the dean of our college has been infected——"

"The school should organize a large-scale sterilization!" Fred and George helplessly stared at Clooney's matter-of-fact preaching, "This can save a lot of time in brewing potions!"

"The refreshing potion has a miraculous effect on treating colds." Clowney added, "Although I don't know the reason behind this, you'd better eat it as soon as possible."

"You are worrying too much, my girl." The red-haired twins laughed playfully, and then looked at each other in tacit understanding. George also took out a potion storage bottle of the same color from somewhere, " We have been prepared for a long time~"

"Cheers~" they shouted happily in unison, then held hands and drank into each other's mouths.

"You did it on purpose!" Fred choked, and then he pushed the bottle down George's throat, "You actually treat a patient like this!"

"Uh huh!" George seemed to be struggling to escape from Fred's hands, but instead he poured the potion harder.

"They even drink medicine like they're fighting -" Cedric was so happy that he punched his thighs, laughing so hard that he was out of breath.

"Soon, our cat lady will have two red steam locomotives." Crowney smiled and glanced at the elegant head of Gryffindor who was unconsciously passing by the cafeteria - she The teacher who is preparing to go to today is ready for class.

"That is indeed a disaster -" Cedric bared his big white teeth as he looked at the Weasley brothers who started to see steam rising up from time to time.