[HP] I have a date with Snake House

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Thank you baby mines, (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

Yes, I want to say a very sincere thing, children who are about to take the college entrance examination, cheer for your cuteness! ! ! ! !

☆, cleaning and old things

94. Cleaning and recalling

To Kreacher's blessing, Lanster's next days at 12 Grimmauld Place were quite comfortable - always dry and comfortable bedrooms, just the right meals, and the quietness that is definitely worth cherishing - Kreacher finally did not Put the set of muttering to other people in front of Lanster.

About halfway through the summer vacation, Grimmauld Place's status as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix finally became apparent: more and more people gathered here, including Charlie who was supposed to be in Egypt and Bill who was in Gringotts, going out to do business Lupine, who came back to wait for a new mission, and—"Harry! That poor boy," Molly said with tears in her eyes, "we will take him over in a few days, those who are in charge of protection and Is the Ministry of Magic all idiots? How could they let three dementors appear on a Muggle block!"

"Dementor? Mom, did Harry meet a dementor?" Ron asked in disbelief, his eyes widened in surprise, "How is he now?"

"How is it?" Aunt Molly's voice raised a pitch, with deep dissatisfaction inside. "It's all the fault of that bastard Mundungus, who sneaked away while on duty, for those second-hand cauldrons of his!"

"And the result? Ma'am," Hermione asked worriedly, "Is Harry all right?"

"Oh, thanks to the fact that he has already mastered the Patronus Charm, otherwise, I really can't imagine the consequences," Molly continued after calming down, "but the Ministry of Magic may make things difficult for him, because the use of wands outside the school " She shook her head, as if she wanted to get these things out of her mind, "Well, children, no matter what Harry's result is, he will be arranged here in a short time, and before that, we must Put everything in order at 12 Grimmauld Place, at least we can give him a better environment."

It was quite a good idea, and several people listening to it, including Lancet, thought it was a good idea, but of course it was only limited to this night.Early the next morning, when the children were woken up by Molly early in the morning and asked to join in the cleaning, their faces were dull.

"Ron, Fred, George, come and clean the curtains with me, there are too many vixens here for little girls to clean, Ginny and Hermione, go and clean the kitchen, okay?" Molly said quickly After assigning the first step, he left Lance aside and said in a low voice, "Dear Lance,"

"Aunt Molly?"

"Um, you're on good terms with that house-elf?" Actually, there's no need to ask.This is a well-known fact in No. 12 Grimmauld Place, after all, Lanster's pudding plate, which is obviously double the size of others, is not a joke. "Could you help me out and tidy up some of the older stuff in the room? You know, the rest of us can't communicate with it."

"...Okay." To be honest, rather than face Kreacher's big eyes full of nervousness and enthusiasm, Lancet would rather go to clean the vixen on the curtains with his cousins.Especially, after he communicated with Kreacher and discovered an amazing magic device under the other party's actions to hide it, this idea became particularly strong.

"Respected Master Nott, I can just clean this thing," the other party said nervously, holding an old box in his arms, "You can clean anything left."

"If you don't offend me, may I ask one more question," Lancet pointed at the box, this action caused Kreacher to hold his arms tighter, making his whole body look thinner.But this can't stop Lanster from asking the question, "Who is the owner of this box?"

Unexpectedly, this question made the house-elf who was facing the enemy a little relaxed, "Do you want to know? Master." Kreacher said with trembling ears, "Please come with me," his whole body It seemed that the golden light had crossed in an instant, and a proud charm exuded on his face.It led Lancet to the second floor—their bedroom complex—a room that had never been opened.The thin fingers snapped, and the door opened in response, and Kreacher walked in after Lanster followed behind with the box in his arms.

"Whose room is this?" Lancet asked in amazement looking at the extremely neat and clean room, "I've never seen it open."

Kreacher let out an ugly laugh, "Yes, unless a traitor from that family asks about this room, Kreacher will not show it in front of anyone."

"Uh," Lancet certainly wouldn't be so narcissistic that he thought Kreacher fell in love with him so much that he made an exception, and no matter he was just a half-breed Slytherin, but with his kinship with the Weasley family It is enough to offset the favor of most of the house elves of the Dark Magic family towards him. "I want to know, why do I have this... honor?"

"Because your body," Kreacher said with a little shyness, "has a smell very similar to this box, oh of course, the little witch of the Weasley family also has it, but Kreacher will not be with a Gryffindor. accosted."

"……"What is the taste?Does it smell musty...

It was probably because Lancet's uncomfortable eyes were so obvious that the house elves, who had never winked at all, could see his discomfort. "Master, I mean, you have the same smell of black magic on you, only yours is much smaller."

"This room belongs to the second son of Black's generation, young master Regulus Black." Kreacher continued, with that halo of vitality appearing on his body again, "He is the best that Kreacher has ever seen. wizard……"

"Black, um, Sirius? Does Black know where he ends up?"

"Don't think about it, that shameful bastard." Kreacher gritted his teeth and whispered, "How could I tell him the news of the little master? This is Kreacher's secret until my head was nailed to the promenade of Grimmauld Square On the wall, I will not tell him about it."

"However, you must know that it is impossible for me alone to fulfill your little master's last wish. I am just a wizard who finished the fourth grade, and the box in your hand probably came from—— Lancet swallowed, "Anyway, at the very least, I have to let Professor Snape handle it."

The author has something to say: Emma, ​​the college entrance examination is over. Is there anyone who has passed the college entrance examination? Come over and give me a pat (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

Today’s Dragon Boat Festival, I bought salted egg yolk rice dumplings and fresh meat rice dumplings in the supermarket last night. Sure enough, I am a salty party_(:зゝ∠)_

☆, Mrs. Prefect

95. Mrs. Prefect

Unsurprisingly, the first meeting between Langster and Kreacher on the mystery box ended in failure, "Kreacher can't give it to other people."

Fortunately, despite the failure of the talks, Lancet's treatment in Grimmauld Place did not decline. After they cleaned Black's mansion to the point that it was almost visible to everyone, a large number of members of the Order of the Phoenix came to the mansion one night. A new resident was brought in - Harry Potter, though he didn't look as much looking forward to the meeting as they did.

"We can't pass any news to the outside world," Hermione argued, "but we are really worried about you."

"There's always a way, isn't it? If Dumbledore really wants to contact someone." About a month ago, the golden boy who had faced the Dark Lord, who was the least mentioned in the wizarding world, said angrily. "You guys can't imagine what kind of life I've lived in this month. I don't know anything, and I'm worried every day..."

"I haven't seen my parents for half a month," Lanster said calmly, "I didn't have any correspondence with Draco, and the correspondence with Draco stopped before the holiday."

This comforting sentence, which can be regarded as a complaint, somewhat dissipated the resentment in Harry's heart. At least he could temporarily suppress the grievance in his heart and discuss the current situation with them proactively. Earn a few ears at the grown-ups' meeting.

But this relatively peaceful atmosphere didn't last long. Four days after Harry moved into 12 Grimmauld Place, Professor Snape brought a person who could bring justice to other members of the Order of the Phoenix than he himself.

"Aha, never contacted 'Draco' again?" Harry squeezed his throat and asked in a strange voice.Of course, his reaction wasn't the weirdest, after all, Hermione's expression on his side looked like she was about to scream, but all of these together probably couldn't look weirder than Lancet on the sofa.

At that time, our little piano prince was enjoying an egg pudding exclusively provided by Kreacher, and then, after seeing the person coming out of the very old fireplace, he directly poured the pudding on his pants , all of them, nothing left.

So, the first words of the two teenagers who had just confirmed their relationship without even saying a word for a month were: "Tsk, are you paralyzed? Dwarf."

"Attention, Your Excellency Chief." The boy with a large pile of yellow pudding on his pants said dissatisfiedly, "You are probably facing the only crisis of being dumped in your life."

"Oh," the platinum boy approached him with his head held high, and slowly handed Lanster a silk scarf—which seemed to be worth far more than the clothes that the boy wore for cleaning—and said, "You still You can call me Mr. Prefect, or Captain."

"My God," Lancet turned to look at Professor Snape with a frightened expression on his face, "So, you have sent the student notice?"

The tight-faced leader of the Snake King raised the corners of his mouth, "It seems that you have a big problem with some of my decisions?"

"No, not at all." Taking the handkerchief that still smelled of Draco, Lancet put it in his pocket without thinking, and when he stretched out his hand from the pocket, his hand was full of He took a much shorter wand than he used to, and cast a cleansing spell on the pudding on his lap in front of everyone.

"With all due respect," Professor Snape gritted his teeth, "Mr. Nott Jr., until this year, I'm still your dean and professor."

"Of course I know that, Mr. Abbot. But you also know, Mundungus..."

"I'm pretty sure that if Mundungus had the ability to pull out a wand like this," Professor Snape glanced in Harry's direction, "this little troll wouldn't be using wands illegally outside of school for underage wizards." and face trial."

"Can we talk about something else?" Draco reservedly ensured that the hem of his clothes would not touch any part of Grimmauld Place, "I'm here for something else."

Draco was almost the most daring person Lanster knew when it came to contradicting expectations, and it worked out well.Lanster believed that if the same words came from his own mouth, then his end would probably be a pot of sticky potion.

……

"What did you say?" Harry's glasses even slipped down the bridge of his nose. "Fighting? You teach me?"

"What's the problem?" Sitting on a soft chair that perfectly fits the taste of Black's old house, there is a large stack of Kreacher snacks in front of Draco. There is no doubt that the son of Miss Black's family , the future heir of the Malfoy family, the new prefect of Slytherin House, is completely admired by this house elf.This kind of respect from the heart completely overwhelms Sirius, its real direct owner. The specific performance can be seen in the cup of cold tea in front of Professor Dog.

"From head to toe." The golden boy stood up excitedly. "What is your position to come here to teach me fighting? I even saw your father from the scene of Voldemort's resurrection?"

"It's not something you should worry about, Potter." When Draco said this, he was as calm as Professor Snape, who had faced the same suspicion. "That's Dumbledore's business." It's a pity that this sentence completely detonated the godfather and son on the sofa.

"I don't need you to tell me to fight! You ferret." The green-eyed boy shouted angrily, "Why can't Sirius do this kind of thing?"

"It's still the same sentence, that's Dumbledore's business."

"I don't need to learn fighting, especially if you teach me. My Defense Against the Dark Arts class always ends with an 'O'."

"With all due respect." Before Sirius stood up to testify for his godson, Professor Snape said with sarcasm, "Because of the limitations of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, the It will give you some false perceptions about your own defense level."

"Who are you talking about, snot-nosed!" In the blink of an eye, the quarrel between two children about to be in the fifth grade escalated into a war between two adults...

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small theater:

Xiaolong: Tsk, are you paralyzed?Dwarf.

Lance: Oh, today you sleep on the sofa.Responsible you will lose this baby forever.

Xiaolong (princess hug): Alright baby Lance, let’s play on the sofa tonight (づ￣3￣)づ╭～

Lance: Damn, this is completely off the rails with my script_(:зゝ∠)_

☆、Slytherin locket

96. Slytherin Locket

"Where is your room?" Taking advantage of the quarrel between the two only adults present, Draco turned to look at Lancet.

"What are you doing?" The boy stared at him vigilantly, "Mr. Prefect, do you want to check the bedroom?"

However, compared to his reluctance, Kreacher on one side seemed a little too excited, "Kreacher can take you there, respectful, noble, Master Malfoy, the pride of the Slytherin family." Completely forgot How did you ask for yourself before, Lancet thought angrily.

"Master Malfoy, this is Master Nott's room. If you also decide to live here, Kreacher will prepare a more suitable room for you."

Lanster pushed Young Master Platinum onto the sofa, "No Kreacher, you don't have to worry about him."

"Yes," Draco said hesitantly, "If necessary, I will sleep in his room." His eyes swept to Lancet's not very tidy room again, his expression became more entangled, "Probably."

Ah.

After dismissing Kreacher, who vowed to make Lanster's room more 'livable', Lanster finally had the opportunity to be alone with a large number of 'boyfriends' who hadn't had any contact with him for a month.

"Why did you come here?"

"Here? The Order of the Phoenix?" Draco gave him a sideways look. "Because the Dark Lord knows."

"what do you know?"

"Because the Dark Lord knew about our relationship." Draco considered for a moment, "He felt that our relationship might also be a useful step for him in the future."

The young man who was stunned by the meaning of Draco's words walked around the room with a dry voice, "He wants you to seduce him, no,...I mean, do you want to live here often?"

"No, I told him." Draco said lazily, "I only need a double-sided mirror to deal with you."

"Seriously, I'm going to sell that mirror to Mundungus in no time."

"For the sake of his life, I advise you not to." Young Master Platinum said, "The Order of the Phoenix has not enough people." To be honest, it's like how many people there are in the wizarding world in the whole of England.

The two of them didn't stay in the dormitory for a long time, because the war between Professor Snape and Black downstairs had come to an end. Two big men who were all about 190 centimeters in height hugged each other, and the one in the middle of them , it was the three of Harry who were trembling like little chickens.

"I've settled the matter, Godfather." Draco broke the silence in the living room and said first, "If I can, I want to go home now, you know, there is a meeting I have to attend tonight dance."

What dance?Is it one of those balls where all the little girls are around you waiting for you to dance?Lanster stood aside expressionlessly and complained silently.

"Of course, I don't want to either," Professor Snape said word by word, looking maliciously at Sirius, "Put your own value on self-pity and meaningless arrogance all day long." .”

Leaving Sirius' yelling behind him again, Professor Snape walked up to Lanster in a few steps, "And you, Mr. Nott Jr., follow up."

Lancet couldn't react, but he didn't need to think about where he was going to 'follow up'. When the dizziness was eliminated from his mind, the one that belonged to Dumbledore was facing him. Pair of blue eyes, most of the time full of peace and joyful emotion.

"Nice to meet you, my boy."

No, no, to be honest, I really don’t want to face you now, Lanster thought very self-consciously, generally speaking, if it’s not some trouble, Dumbledore would never find himself: For example Caretaker for our ferret master Draco, rescue of the golden boy from a plane crash, purification for the Ravenclaw diadem, piano performance for the damn Triwizard Tournament...

Lanster went through the outrageous things he had done at Hogwarts in the past few years, thinking about it, and then he smiled. "Good day, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Hehehehe," the other party's gray beard trembled within Lancet's line of sight, "I plan to listen to the story about the locket."

"What? What locket?"

"Severus told me that you saw a box from that house-elf named Kreacher, whose original owner was the youngest son of the Black family."

Under his gaze, it finally occurred to Lancet that he had indeed taken a chance to tell Professor Snape about it last week.However, the professor's attitude at that time was not at all the seriousness of "Well, I know this, I will definitely notify Dumbledore immediately", on the contrary, the professor asked him a question about the homework of Potions class How did it go...

"...Langsternot?"

"Sorry, sir, I'm a little distracted." The boy said shyly.

"No surprise, the privilege of young people." Dumbledore said with a smile, "What I want to say is, after my guess and your description, the wooden box you mentioned should be another piece handed down from the Big Four. Item - Slytherin's locket."

"..." Lanster silently felt the feeling of scratching his heart and lungs, "How can I always meet such 'good things'?"

"Maybe you should attribute them to your own good luck." Dumbledore said cheerfully, but what he said seemed to be sincere, but it is a pity that Lancet now seems to want to use this good luck. Get rid of, immediately, immediately, without hesitation.But Dumbledore didn't give him more time to think about it, "I want to get this box."

Shouldn't this kind of thing be said to Kreacher?Why are you looking at me like that? "Um, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"I need your help, my child." Whitebeard trembled in front of Lanster's eyes, saying a request that Lanster didn't want to hear at all at this time.

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small theater:

Xiaolong (casually): Where is your room?

Lance (warning): What are you doing?

Xiaolong (serious): Finish the sofa play we agreed on last time.

Lance: Who the hell agreed to this with you? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The author has something to say: Come back from the exam, how about hugging me (づ￣3￣)づ

☆, Ms. Bowknot

97. Ms. Bowknot

The trial about Harry's 'illegal use of magic' outside the school was over quickly, and the night Harry was acquitted, almost everyone gathered in the Order of the Phoenix to celebrate him, except for Dumbledore.No, there's one more—Kreacher.

Harry looked a little sullen, and this mood came to an end when the three boys gathered in Langster's bedroom at night—only here was Molly's reassurance that she wouldn't come in and check at any time—the golden boy's doubts completely collapsed.

"Why doesn't he want to see me? Although I know that Dumbledore has been helping me, including today's trial—" Harry walked around with a tangled expression, just like Crookshanks next to Hermione. "But after that, it seemed wrong to talk to me even more."

"Of course he..."

"Yeah, of course he should have his own ideas." Harry completed the words for Lancet, "Is there anything that must be kept from me?"

"He hasn't seen anyone else either," Ron reassured. "He doesn't even come to the Order much."

"But he met Lanster not long ago, didn't he?" Harry quickly refuted him, turned his head to the side of the innocent Lanster, and together with Ron, asked in unison, "What did you say then? "

"Uh, let's talk about me and Draco—" Lancet made it up seriously, "He thinks we should break up quickly. Well, yes, that's it." The boy immediately put on a embarrassed look, "But I don't agree."

"How can you disagree?" Harry's attention was successfully diverted, "I think what Dumbledore said is right, Lance, you and that Malfoy really don't fit together."

"Well, let's see again, besides, he still wants you to learn fighting, doesn't he?" Lance began to regret using this excuse to divert the attention of the two boys, because at this moment, Harry and Ron The look on his face looked like he couldn't wait to see him break up with Draco right away.

This regret showed in every meeting Harry had with Draco after that night.

"To be honest, I don't understand." After the last fighting training in the summer vacation, Draco finally told Lanster his doubts, "Why does the scarhead still have blood every time I beat him to the ground?" Confidence looked at me with that kind of—" the platinum boy impatiently recalled, "—that kind of pity?"

Because he felt that the whole world knew that we were breaking up, except you.Lanster vomited blood silently in his heart, his face remained calm, "He may be imagining the scene after defeating you in the future."

"That's impossible," Draco said perfunctorily, "unless you can break through 180 centimeters someday."

Tsk, this metaphor is really infuriating. "I'm only 15 years old," Lanster protested dissatisfied, "I can still grow taller."

"Okay, that's it." Draco stood up, "I'm going back first, see you on the train tomorrow." Except for the passionate kiss before he left, all of this seemed perfunctory enough.

……

Early the next morning, the children arrived safely at the station under the leadership of the Weasleys. Although Draco told him yesterday that he could come to the previous carriage, but when the sixth Slytherin classmate had no face When walking past him with an expression on his face, Lanster realized that this might not be a wise decision.So, at the warm invitation of the three Gryffindors, Lanster sat down in a box near the rear of the car.

On the way, Draco and Pansy came here for a tour, expressing full disregard for Lancet's location choice.In the evening, the Hogwarts Express, which had been traveling for a day, finally arrived at the school.After Lanster got out of the car, he was pulled behind by Draco who was waiting, "Follow me, Mr. Second." Draco raised his chin and said, "No matter how anxious you are to behave in front of Scarhead, don't forget You're still a Slytherin."

"I thought you had already thought about the next one, such as asking Blaise to come." Lancet glanced to the side, and unlike other Slytherins who avoided him, the Chocolate Prince even returned him with a bright smile , "That's not okay dear, you know, the most important thing for the second seat is to assist our chief gentleman, unfortunately, His Highness Malfoy doesn't want anyone except you."

"Thank you, I'm so moved that I'm about to cry." Lanster turned his head and said to Draco.

"If you can give something in return right away," the platinum boy said lazily with narrowed eyes, "I will feel your sincerity more deeply, such as a kiss."

"With all due respect?" Pansy walked up to them, "Draco, we should lead the team now, as prefects."

"Okay." Draco nodded, and waved his hand at Lancet with a suppressed smile, "Then come back and make up, I'll go first." It seems that as a boyfriend, he is a bit too competent.

Lancet straightened his clothes, and walked to the fifth grade Slytherin team under the fire-breathing eyes of the girls, "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, follow up in a team of four, don't embarrass me, Take out your action power to Nono's own feet."

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Seriously, this woman looked like an old unmarried aunt, with a stocky body and short curly taupe hair, with a huge pink bow that was so exaggerated and ugly that it almost covered her head. two-thirds of the size.The bow matched the fuzzy pink cardigan she wore over her gown.Because of Dumbledore's question, she suddenly turned her head towards Lanster, and then Lanster couldn't help seeing that face: pale, toad-like face and a pair of drooping eyelids , protruding eyes.

"What do you see her doing?" Draco turned his head away from the side, "Just keep your eyes on me."

"You are so dedicated that you are seducing me." Lancet couldn't help but mocked, "But you don't have to, since you can solve me with only a double-sided mirror."

"For whatever reason, I can't stand you looking at a toad and ignoring me."

"what?"

"Don't ignore me." Draco emphasized solemnly.

"I can't say that," Lanster said with a headache, "Why did you call her a toad? Who is she?"

"Umbridge," Draco said, "an old woman who can disgust you to death with her own laughter."

☆, test product

98. Experimental product

Soon, Lanster realized the meaning of Draco's phrase 'disgusting people alive'.When they walked into this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for the first time, they were almost stunned by the girlish atmosphere in the room. The scariest thing, of course, was Ms. Umbridge who was already sitting behind the podium.

He seemed to like her fluffy pink cardigan very much. Today, she wore a green velvet bow on her head, and she exuded an aura that people didn't want to get close to.Before this class, they had already heard about her in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff in the fifth grade, so before she took the initiative to order, everyone had already turned over their textbooks. opened.

"Very good," said the pink girl clam sweetly, and then, they faced the blackboard full of notes all morning, and 'Yes, Professor Umbridge. ' and 'No, Professor Umbridge. '

After the get out of class bell rang, Umbridge reluctantly picked up the textbook, "Yes, from this class, I have seen some students with great potential." Lancet was sure that when he said this, Umbridge Ricky's small eyes lingered on Draco half the time. "I am full of confidence in the education of this class. At the same time, I also hope that I can have some in-depth exchanges with some outstanding students in the after-class time."

"I didn't expect that one day I would be a rival in love with an old maid." Lanster said unhappy on the way to the auditorium at noon, "Does the Dark Lord think that Umbridge is also worth courting?"

The Platinum Prince followed his train of thought for a while, and couldn't help giving him a moment, "Excuse me, can you let me have a meal in peace? Don't you feel sick just in class?"

"I don't think so," Lancet looked at him solemnly, "My boyfriend in the two-way mirror was taken by an old woman, don't you feel anxious about changing it to you?"

"Oh, come on, shut up, good boy, do you want me to give you a comforting kiss now?" Mr. Slytherin prefect squinted at him, and then his eyes stayed on the bulletin board at the entrance of the auditorium: "What's this?"

Lancet followed his gaze and saw a colorful poster on the bulletin board, which was from his twin cousin. "They gave me this when we met yesterday." The boy fumbled in his pocket and took out a piece of gaudy-wrapped nougat.

"It looks good!" Gore, who was silent at first, reached out and took the candy away and stuffed it into his mouth, seemingly not caring about its cheap appearance.

"How does it taste?" Lancet asked curiously.

The big man had a strange look on his face, and his usually rosy face suddenly turned pale, "I want to vomit." As soon as he finished speaking, Gore squatted in a corner and began to take action up.

"My God, are they so unpalatable?" Lancet looked terrified, secretly glad that he had no intention of eating them.

"What's unpalatable? Little Lance?" The twins just came out of the turn behind them and continued Lance's words.Before Lanster could answer, George glanced at Goyle in the corner and the candy wrapper in his hand, "Wow, so this big man ate the candy?" He couldn't hide it when he was surrounded. He squatted beside Gore with a look of curiosity, "How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Except for vomiting," Fred added aside.Fortunately, these two people are very popular among the students. Gore felt it seriously and shook his head.

"Great." The twins gave each other a high five, then turned to Lancet and asked, "Where's another candy for you?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and replied honestly: "I ate it."

George had an unbelievable expression on his face, "Didn't I tell you to eat that piece later?"

"But you can't ask me to eat a piece of candy wrapped in red and gold first."

"..." In the end, the twins had no choice but to go back to the dormitory and brought a piece of black-wrapped candy and stuffed it into Gore's mouth.The effect was immediate, and the big man stopped vomiting immediately. "What is this?"

Lanster waited for the two cousins ​​with a bad expression. "You were planning to play tricks on me before?"

"This is not a prank on little Lance." George said with a guilty conscience, "This is our newly developed candy for skipping classes."

"As long as you eat the first one, you will have symptoms of discomfort, and then swallow the second one, and you will be back to normal." Fred explained, "But when we gave you the candy, we clearly told you Eat it when you don't want to face that...er, Umbridge."

That's really embarrassing. In fact, from the moment I saw her, I never wanted to face her.Lanster slandered, and looked helplessly at the leading Mr. Prefect, which meant quite clearly