[HP] The only way to tell twins apart

If you use one word to define the Wright family, it must be an upstart.

Mr. Wright has acquired a large fortune through some inhumane and shady methods, and his son, trying to take the Wright family store (a standardized grocery chain, if you use hemp In the words of melons, it is a supermarket, but in wizarding it will be de-Muggle) to open every corner of the wizarding world - he has succeeded, even Hogsmeade has a "correct store" under renovation (rightstore)".

The Wright family is only three generations old—some tabloids say so.But this doesn't prevent Wendy Wright from being born with nothing to worry about. She doesn't need to worry about anything.

Wendy thinks that she also has a family business acumen, so when the Weasley brothers found her and wanted her to connect the magic tricks they created to sell in the Wright family store, Wendy saw him at a glance. The future will be big - the twins will have their own independent store and their products will be sold in every household.

This is impossible.

What Wendy thought at the time was: Anyway, it's just a matter of saying, brother will make the choice, and I'm just passing on a word.Also, the magic tricks are so much fun and the twins are so much fun.

In the end, Wendy didn't know exactly what agreement the twins reached with brother Wright, but she could experience the new tricks of the twins as she wished.

So she can now sit in front of the twins and wait for her "face" to fall off.

Satisfactory result.

No matter how happy and content you are, you have to keep a calm face. Wendy likes fun things, changes, adventures and emergencies, but she doesn't say anything.

"Are you going to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?" George asked as he stuffed the order form into Wendy's hand.

"I'm not old enough." Wendy buried her head in a series of words like fat tongue taffy and fake magic wand, "Are you old enough?"

"Not enough. I'm seventeen next April," said George. "And so is Fred."

"What a coincidence, brother." Fred raised his eyebrows, "To celebrate this coincidence, we decided to sign up together."

Wendy looked up at Fred with a proud face: "What are you guys going to do?"

"We speculate that the aging agent is enough, but we have to wait for the specific selection method... But the opportunity is reserved for those who are prepared. We are already preparing. Do you want two drops?" Fred said confidently.

"I'll forget it, let's leave it to those who have the ability to be heroes." Wendy resisted.She doesn't want fame.

"Hero? We are looking at a thousand gold Galleons." George looked excited, "That is a thousand gold Galleons. With it, we have everything."

"Oh." Wendy pressed her finger on the deformed biscuit, full of expectations for this thing, but unfortunately there is no finished product yet.

She is not short of money either.

The sixth grade is for advanced classes, and some classes only have a dozen students, or the number of people counted by the four colleges together—for example, Potions class, Professor Snape is very strict in only accepting students with "excellent" OWLs, so he surprisingly few students.Wendy, like most of the Hufflepuff students, had been turned away from Potions class, and their expressions were definitely relieved and not sorry.

In addition, Wendy continued to study Charms, Transfiguration, Herbalism and Defense Against the Dark Arts. On the recommendation of Professor Sprout, Wendy took the Rune course—Wendy refused, but she respected it. They are the head of the academy, so she had to give up some entertainment time.

As far as Wendy knew, the Weasley twins only passed three exams, but at least they got the OWLs certificate. They didn't care about their grades at all. In short, they had a lot of time to invent and create.

They are now taking herbal medicine class together, and everyone seems absent-minded. After all, the school has just started, and in less than a week, the delegation of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at Hogwarts. Now every day It can be called suffering.

Alma hid behind the pimple vine, looking cautiously in one direction. She was wearing protective gloves, and her hand was still hanging in front of the stump.

Wendy poked the lumpy plant in front of her with the scissors, it immediately moved, pulled out two thorny vines from the top, swung them in the air a few times, and pulled them towards Alma's face.

"Hi!" Wendy hit the thorny vine with the scissors quickly and knocked it back, "What are you thinking?"

Alma rubbed her arm against her face in horror and gasped, "It's nothing, I'm just looking at the twins."

"Look at the twins?" Wendy grabbed the vines that kept shaking with both hands, and glanced at the twins on the opposite side in her busy schedule. When it comes to one, we have to deal with at least two."

"Oh, it's disgusting." Alma put her hand into the small hole exposed by the branch with a look of vomiting, "I got it!" She held a pod the size of a grapefruit in her hand. The heart was beating like a thump.

Wendy let go of her hand immediately, and the thorny vine, which had lost its fighting spirit, retracted into its branches: "Thank God."

Alma threw the pods into the prepared bowl, looking like she was alive after a catastrophe: "You will come to pick up the next one, this feeling is really disgusting."

"Let me break it open." Wendy licked her lips, and pressed the pod with a shovel, "What did you say about the twins just now?" She asked while exerting force.

"I'm observing the differences between them carefully." Alma said dejectedly, "You know what? Even the freckles on their faces are exactly the same!" She flipped through "The Encyclopedia of Carnivorous Trees", "It's black magic Ah, it's a forbidden potion, so evil."

"Indeed." Wendy shrugged, she knocked hard on the pod, and the round fruit flew out with a whizz.

Alma watched its trajectory as it lost sight of a group of busy students at work.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Wendy dropped the tool in her hand and looked around, "Should we look for that one, or make another one?"

Alma sighed: "Let's make a new one first, and while I'm dealing with it, you go find the one that flew away." She forcefully broke off a few stems of the stump, and it came back to life just like before .

The two experienced people quickly restrained the pimple vine. Wendy put on gloves, took a deep breath, and said to herself: "Hey, come on, be brave, girl." She stretched out her hand, holding back the nausea He took out the second pod, "It's really not a good experience."

Wendy threw the pod into the bowl, and the two looked at it: "How to squeeze the juice, did you find it?"

"I'm looking for it." Alma hurriedly started flipping through the book again.

"Did you throw something at us?" The person who spoke stretched out his tone, as if trying to tell a joke, "For example, a jumping one..."

"Pod!" Alma raised her head excitedly, and Wendy also raised her head in surprise.

One of the twins stands before them, still wearing goggles, holding a pod.

"Weasley, you picked it up?" Wendy smiled at him, "Thank you so much."

"In theory it's not a pick. It bounced off Lee's head, and I caught it in the air...it was like a Bludger, and I almost knocked it flying." He handed it over to Alma.

Alma laughed silly as she put the pods in another bowl.

The three of them looked at the two whole pods on the table at the same time.

"Hasn't it been dealt with yet?" Weasley asked.

"We are turning the pages of the book." Alma flipped through the book subconsciously a few times.

Weasley rolled up his sleeves: "I'm very good at it, if you don't mind..."

Wendy pushed the bowl: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

He picked a suitable tool from the side, punctured the pod, and quickly opened it—full of green, wriggling worms.

Wendy got goosebumps all over her body, she only glanced at it, and didn't dare to look at it anymore.

While Professor Sprout was not looking, Weasley helped them open another pod.Then he pushed the goggles to his forehead, exposing his eyes, and grinned triumphantly, revealing his white teeth: "Okay, I have to sneak back before Professor Sprout is not paying attention."

"Which one are you?" Alma asked curiously.

Weasley squatted down, and he lowered his voice slightly: "Guess?" The hair on his forehead was messed up by the goggles, and a few tufts stood upright.

"Fred?" Wendy said a name casually.

He pondered for a while: "Actually, I'm George." After speaking, he winked mischievously at Wendy, and left with a bow.

"Is he George?" Alma watched him sit back in his seat and take off his eyes. It seemed that in a blink of an eye, she couldn't recognize which was which again. "Which one is George?"

"Don't believe Brother Weasley's words." Wendy pursed her lips, "get out of class is almost over, let's clean up."

"You mean...he's not George?" Alma glanced at Wendy, then turned to look at the twins.

"I don't know." Wendy shrugged, "I just know that I can't trust their confessions..."

"Hi, Wendy!" Alma patted Wendy on the shoulder, "I saw George or Fred, anyway, one of them stole a pod."

Wendy also looked over, and saw the three people secretly avoiding Professor Sprout and leaving the greenhouse, and it seemed that they had done something bad: "You are wrong, Alma."

"But I saw it, such a big pod stuffed into the clothes." Alma retorted.

"I saw it too. It's a textbook." Wendy insisted. "I saw that what he was holding was a textbook. If it was a pod, it would definitely be hidden from Professor Sprout's eyes, and they couldn't get out of the greenhouse."

"Well, it's none of my business anyway."

The author has something to say: Wendy: I ​​am a rich second generation, I will hit you with a gold Galleon

I didn't seriously set the background of the heroine, anyway, it's just to increase their chances of getting along (irresponsible)