[HP] The only way to tell twins apart

As the biggest sponsor of the twins, Harry was forced to stuff a lot of new products into his arms. He stuffed a few of his favorites into his pocket with some distress, and put the rest back on the shelf.

And Ron's expression was disbelief, just now Fred calculated the price of the goods he selected, and said that there is nothing to take without Gallon—he is only holding an anti-spell hat in his hand now, this is The only thing the twins were willing to give him for free.

"Can you believe it?" said Ron sadly, putting his hat on his head. "Those are my brothers."

They walked up to Ginny and Hermione, saw Wendy hand them a pink bottle, and then the blond girl threw her arms around them and hurried away.

"What did you buy?" Ron asked gruffly in the noisy surroundings.

"Never mind your business," said Ginny immediately, stuffing the bottle heavily into her pocket, and turned to talk to Mrs Weasley.

"Hermione?" Ron frowned.

Hermione didn't share what was in her hands with Ron and the others, she said absently, "Wonder Witch's products... are you interested?" Her brown hair flicked with her twisting head, "Who do you think that is?"

Outside the shop window, Draco Malfoy happened to pass by. He hurried and walked in one direction.

Harry looked vigilantly at the "bodyguards" who were with him today. It seemed that no one had noticed their side. While talking to Ron and Hermione, he took out the Invisibility Cloak from his bag.

The trio's adventures went unnoticed, and even when Mrs. Weasley later found out they had disappeared, they insisted she hadn't found them.The skeptical Mrs. Weasley had no choice but to let it go, as long as they stood in front of her safely.

After sending away the students who came to buy school supplies, Diagon Alley became deserted again, and even the twins' shop was not so popular-but their biggest customer now was the Ministry of Magic.

Fred abandons George and goes to Wendy's shop to help.

"Jendy is on leave, and my brother went to France." Wendy handed the things in her hand to Fred, "Put this one on top."

Fred stood on the vertical ladder, took the box from Wendy's hand, and put it away according to her instructions.The right hand stretched to the other side, grabbed a board of the cabinet, and pulled hard, the ladder rolled up and stopped at the desired position.

"So you left George alone in the store?" Wendy asked while carefully arranging the merchandise.

"He's going to be away for three days next week." Fred held the ladder firmly with his left hand, and his other hand was hanging casually. He turned his head and looked at Wendy who was squatting next to him.

Wendy carefully counted the goods in the box. She squatted very neatly, with her knees tightly together, one hand resting on her chin, and the other hand counted the small boxes in the box, her head nodding rhythmically.

Fred looked down at her, a small ball, wanting to rub her head hard.

Wendy took a clear inventory of the goods, picked up the box with both hands, lifted it up with some difficulty, and raised it to her eyes. She raised her head, her sight was blocked by the box, so she had to keep repeating: "Top, be careful."

Fred's palm went around the box, pressed Wendy's forehead, and flicked it lightly.

Hearing her "huh", she grabbed one side of the box and took it. Holding the box, she climbed up a few steps and put the box on the top of the cabinet.

He grabbed the ladder and stepped back a few steps, his hands hindering him.

Wendy stood behind Fred, pressing his waist with both hands to prevent him from going down.

"Don't make trouble." Fred turned his head, because Wendy was pressing his lower back hard, his turning range was limited.

"You started the trouble." Wendy said unwillingly, she pressed Fred's waist with her palm, but scratched her fingers mischievously.

Fred laughed, freed one hand, turned his back behind him, and accurately grabbed Wendy's mischievous hand.

With a big palm, he grabbed Wendy's wrist and pulled her aside.

Infred was still hanging on the ladder, Wendy didn't dare to resist too much, and obediently moved to the side of the ladder.

Her wrist was grabbed by Fred, her arm was raised high, and she also looked up at Fred: "I won't trouble you, come down quickly."

Wendy tugged at his robe with her free hand.

Fred didn't let go, and only stepped back two knots, holding the ladder with his left hand to support his body.He bent down low, let go of Wendy's wrist for a moment, then pressed Wendy's head again, exerted a little force to make her look up, bent her head down, and put her mouth on her lips.

Because of raising her head, Wendy's jaws naturally opened slightly, allowing Fred to easily break through this line of defense and attack the softer part.

"Hmm—" Wendy hummed softly, and she pulled Fred's robe vigorously—and finally got free.

Wendy took a few quick breaths of air before saying with a slight complaint: "I can't breathe anymore."

Fred smiled, let go and jumped off the ladder easily. With a slight kick, the ladder slid into a corner. He put his hands in his pockets and followed Wendy out of the storage room door.

"Would you like something to drink?" Wendy asked as she walked, and suggested enthusiastically, "I know my brother has some good wine hidden in his office, how about we sneak a drink?" When she said this , grabbed the handle of the office door, and turned to look at Fred again, giving him a wink and a sly smile.

The two entered the office together, Wendy said: "You wait, I'll go to his office to buy wine." Then she turned around.

"Why don't we try drinking this?" Fred's voice was close to Wendy's and reached her ears, and she saw a familiar, pink bottle appearing in front of her eyes - held between Fred's fingers. pointed, and flickered in front of her eyes.

"That's it!" Wendy reached out to snatch it. She turned around and stared at Fred. She touched her pocket vigorously and took out an identical pink bottle from it.

She looked at her bottle in her hand, then at Fred's.

The corner of Fred's mouth curved, and touched Wendy's with the bottle in his hand.

"Cheers?" he asked softly.

"No—" Wendy said immediately, "When are you?"

"Verity said you bought three bottles of Love Potion, so I wonder if you want to try it with me." Fred said as he uncorked the bottle, "If it's not for me..."

"I'm just curious." Wendy muttered, not daring to say that she gave one of the bottles to Ginny, so she could only stare at the love potion in her hand guiltily. She took a peek at Fred—and found him He brought the mouth of the love potion bottle to his nose and took a light sniff.

Wendy felt a little red in the face.

"Do you remember what perfume you used at the Triwizard Tournament ball?" Fred asked suddenly.

Wendy frowned, she thought carefully for a while, then shook her head.

"It just occurred to me," said Fred meaningfully.

Wendy looked at Fred with a dazed expression, but she immediately remembered it, and a smile slowly appeared on her face.

This smile made Fred unable to pretend to be calm.He turned his face sideways, pressed the love potion in Wendy's hand with his fingers, uncorked the bottle for her, and then gently pushed in her direction.

Wendy sniffed it generously, nodded and pretended to be deep and said: "Hmm... I smell chocolate, there seems to be a little lemon smell, I don't know what kind of floral fragrance, and..." She paused For a moment, looking at Fred solemnly, he said, "It's more abstract, but it smells like when your face is buried in your arms."

Wendy's expression of "wanting to see you look embarrassed" was so obvious that Fred couldn't help but kiss her again, suppressing her raging desire to play mischief.

"Want to drink?" Fred asked, rubbing his lips against the corner of Wendy's mouth.

"Forget it, forget it." Wendy said hesitantly.

"Do you know how to use it?"

Wendy nodded.

"Then cast a spell."

So Wendy obediently cast the spell without any reason, and watched as Fred took the love potion from her hand and drank it with his head raised.

Wendy pursed her lips and looked at Fred helplessly.

Fred held the empty bottle in his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and looked down at Wendy.

A bewildered expression appeared on his face, and in a blink of an eye that expression turned into a dreamy smile again.

"Fred?" Wendy called his name tentatively.

Fred didn't respond, he just looked straight at Wendy, and then gave her a big kiss.

One after another.

The kiss made Wendy furious: "You didn't drink at all!"

"I drank it." Fred's kiss had already spread to Wendy's collarbone, and he still had time to reply.

"Are you still pretending that if you really drink it, you will remember that you drank the love potion?" Wendy pressed his shoulder and screamed, "You bit me!"

"It doesn't matter whether I drink the love potion or not." Fred said in a deep voice.

The author has something to say: the plan can't keep up with the changes, the cousin is here, it's just a follower QAQ has no room for code words

she fell asleep

But I have to get up early for work tomorrow, so I can't continue.

That's all I wrote, sprinkle some sugar, good night