Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Although Professor McGonagall is very strict, she will never scold her students for no reason. On the contrary, she is full of motherly care for every student, which also leads to - she never uses malice to speculate on her cuteness children’s motivations—even if they have precedent.

Today's Transfiguration class became extremely noisy due to the arrival of Fred and George. Although it wasn't usually quiet, it was obviously too much today.

The arrival of the cold wave made the interior of the classroom damp, but Fred and George's classroom became very hot.

"I never knew you loved studying so much." Professor McGonagall tried her best to keep a straight face and stared at the two steaming red-haired boys occupying the seats in the first row closest to the podium. "Actually, you can ask for leave in this case. .”

The steam even buried Professor McGonagall's face. Clooney heard people in the back row laughing from time to time, and this laughter came from all directions - Gryffindors and Slytherins. We are particularly united at this time.

"That's right, Professor." Fred replied seriously, "We are very thirsty for knowledge about Transfiguration. You know how important this subject is to us - only in this way can we create a steady stream of... Invention!"

This is really a blameless reason! Clooney was secretly amazed in his heart.

But the huffing and puffing really affected Professor Maomao’s classes: almost every once in a while, someone’s attention would shift to the red ears of Fred and George, and it was obvious that - They enjoy the attention.

Professor McGonagall turned her back and waved her wand gently. A stream of warm air surged from both sides of the classroom, and then the upward steam flowed obediently to both sides. As the indoor temperature rises, the white mist of hot steam generated by the high temperature gradually becomes invisible.

"Wow!" Crowney exclaimed in surprise, "What a clever combination of spells!"

The corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth curled up slightly, but soon straightened into a straight line. She knocked on the podium lightly: "Okay, let's start class, kids!"

The day passed quickly, and Fred and George's steam had mostly dissipated after their Transfiguration lessons. Although no one said it, everyone was still looking forward to Professor Snape's reaction when he saw these two "steaming locomotives" in class today.

Unfortunately, before they reached the cellar, the side effects of the refreshing potion had completely disappeared.

Today is Friday, and the children who have finished their last class are shooting out of the classroom one after another like birdshot.

It was only then that Ginny breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, what Percy said was right, she had been in a daze for the whole week. Apart from the Charms class, which she was most interested in, she couldn't remember what she had done this week. Compared to Fred's symptoms, which came on quickly and violently, this seemingly sick state was even more annoying.

but...

"You don't understand, Percy!" Ginny frowned and drank the refreshing potion handed over by her brother. She also clearly understood that Percy was doing it for her own good, but for a girl of this age, there is no better way than to let her own Being physically comfortable is more important.

"Yes, I really don't understand." Percy still pursed his lips tightly as usual, his face full of dissatisfaction, his brows raised high, and Ginny even felt that his brows had become red because he often did this action. There were wrinkles that couldn't be erased, "Of course I can't understand why you have to put it off until Friday when a dose of pick-me-up can solve it."

"Of course, it's your choice."

He quickly softened his tone again, as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Okay," she replied, "but thank you anyway, brother."

Percy nodded to her and left without looking back. But not long after, Ginny regretted her decision: she shouldn't be soft-hearted, at least she could wait until she returned to her dormitory before drinking, because on the way back, the thing she feared most happened!

"Oh my God!" Ron's familiar, fussy voice suddenly came from a distance, "Is it Ginny?"

She turned her head and saw Harry Potter, Hermione and her youngest brother walking from the end of the corridor. Harry's face was full of surprise. He opened his mouth as if he had never seen the wonderful sight of steam constantly coming out of his ears.

"That's amazing," Harry said. "I mean, how did you do that?"

"It's a refresher," Hermione answered in a matter-of-fact tone, but her eyes were still firmly following the steam rising upwards. "If you have read our Potions textbook carefully, you will Knowing that this side effect only occurs with energizers,"

"Please!" Ron received in a fuss, "Who would read their own textbooks at the beginning of school?"

"But our textbook has always been the same one, Ron!" Hermione glared at him with hatred, and then turned her eyes to Ginny.

"Well..." Hermione seemed to notice something. She finally returned her gaze to Ginny's face, and then she said tentatively, "I think you may need to go back and have a good sleep now, Ginny. "

"Yes, goodbye!" Ginny lowered her head and even wanted to bury her head in the wide collar, so that no one could see her looking so stupid.

Yes, silly! Which girl would want to make a fool of herself like this in public? Who would think that steaming like this is a good thing? Not to mention – not to mention – she met Harry Potter!

Her face turned red, but her pace became faster and faster.

"She looks like a burning flame," she even heard Harry whispering admiration behind her, "it's amazing."

"As long as you don't study, everything is full of magical experiences." Hermione's voice finally disappeared around the corner.

"This is all terrible!" Ginny looked up at the dizzy castle stairs, feeling herself dizzy even more.