[HP] The only way to tell twins apart

So Wendy ended up being the dance partner somehow.

But the partner is not important, what is important is the looking glass.

With her passion for looking glasses, Wendy has recently seen the faces of the Weasley twins look like round, reflective looking glasses.Two people are two sides.

In addition to losing the bet, poor George also has to suffer the injustice of being "objectified" by Wendy.But who told them to have the same face, Wendy still couldn't tell who was Fred.

If you have the same face, you must be conscious of carrying the same blame.

George: I refuse.

The Weasley twins' newest product is the canary biscuit, which can be used as a one-minute canary at seventeen silver sicoca, and Wendy expresses her hope that they will invent more of these biscuits - maybe open a zoo.

She occasionally helps them sell the biscuits in Hufflepuff, and the Wrights' consignment has started to make them money.

So the Weasley brothers began to research new products.

There is still a week until Christmas.

With guests coming from far and wide, Hogwarts staff and students want to impress, so this year's Christmas decorations have never been more gorgeous.

The handrails of the marble stairs were covered with icicles that would never melt. Wendy said that she never tried to lick them. She just held the icicles in her hands to see if she could melt them. Obviously, she was doing futile work.The armor in the corridors of the castle will sing Christmas carols whenever someone passes by, and Wendy also tried it in one of the corridors.When she walks slowly past each armor alone, the powerful singing will sound one after another, and finally you can't hear anything clearly, as if a dozen men are arguing with bel canto.

And Fred finally had time to concentrate on studying the improved looking glass that Wendy mentioned, but he found that he might not be able to make an identical one for the time being.

To use the looking glass to simultaneously transfer the scene outside the wall to the looking glass mirror requires more research and technology, at least not before Christmas.

He doesn't know when he will be able to make it.

When Fred and Wendy explained the situation, Wendy immediately said: I can go to Miller to borrow it.

So during this time, Fred has been trying to influence Wendy in order to save his dance partner.

But Wendy's attitude was very firm: What are you talking about?I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen.

For example, pass a note to her in class: Wendy, I can definitely make it, give me time.

When he saw the small white note flying back from the air, he grabbed it excitedly. On the back of the note was written: The other party refused to accept your message and spit at you.

"..." Fred said to George, pocketing the note gloomily, "I think I may not have a date at the Yule Ball."

George raised his eyebrows, pulled out a calendar from his pocket, pointed to the first week after Christmas, and said, "According to the plan, there will be five labor services here. It's up to you, brother."

His friendship with Wendy is not worth a looking glass, and his brotherhood with George is not worth a few labor services.

On Christmas Day, Wendy noticed that it was snowing heavily outside, and the snow covered the lawn outside the castle with a thick layer, which looked like a huge bowl of ice cream from a distance.

My mother sent her a gown for the prom. It was champagne-colored and made of a special fabric. When the fabric was pulled, it shone like a pool of flowing water.

Alma liked her dress very much, and she couldn't put it down to wipe the silky fabric: "What is this made of, it's so beautiful."

Wendy doesn't know, but she can make it up: "Maybe my mother melted Galleon to make this dress."

Alma: No matter how serious your expression is, you won't convince me. You might as well shut up.

The girls spent the morning complimenting each other on each other's dresses before going to the auditorium for lunch when they were starving.

After a sumptuous lunch, Wendy bid farewell to Alma who was in a hurry to go back to the dormitory, and went to the outside venue for a walk to digest food alone.

When she walked to the atrium, she heard someone calling her name.

"Wendy!" Fred yelled, "Do you want a snowball fight?"

He was wearing a gray wool hat, his red hair was pressed down under the hat, and the tail of the hair that fell on his shoulders was upturned mischievously.

Wendy knew right away that this was definitely Fred, and usually the one who asks for others is more active.

The twins were having a snowball fight with Harry and Ron.

Ron saw Fred talking to girls from other colleges, so he asked, "Who is that?"

"Fred's former dance partner." George joked, tossing the snowball in his hand up and down.

"Ex-partner." Ron smacked his lips, it turned out that the dance partner can also be changed.

Wendy walked awkwardly towards them.

Just as she was walking, a snowball hit Wendy, not knowing whether it was intentional or not.

The boys were all stunned, looking at Wendy as if they were still.Fred was still in the throwing posture.

As mighty and majestic as Wendy, she almost locked on the target at a glance, bent down and rolled a snowball, and threw it at Fred, hitting his back.

The flames of war were ignited again.

The grievances between Wendy and Fred, who have scored a goal for a goal, are over, and the two form a pair to fight against other people.

Since Wendy is a girl, the basic situation is that Fred gets hit, and Wendy attacks at a slow speed.

Unknowingly playing together, several people also unknowingly disperse. After a long time, they are so tired that they can only pant and enter a stalemate period of half-rest.

Fred and Wendy hid behind a clump of snow-covered bushes as the path was cleared and the snow cleared to the other side, leaving a path a man's width wide.

Fred stuck his head out and looked outside, then turned to Wendy and said, "Aren't you getting ready for the dance?"

He was so tall that he shrugged his shoulders so that he could hide, which made him look funny.

Wendy was used to Fred's cheerfulness and flamboyance, and she found it amusing to see him being cautious, and the bad taste in her heart continued to expand.She pretended not to understand what Fred meant, and asked, "Have you found a new partner?"

No, even if you find it now, you will lose to George.

"I can really make it for you, but I have to study it carefully." Fred emphasized again.

"But Miller can give it to me right now." Wendy insisted.

"Play for a while or have it forever, which one do you choose?" Fred didn't give up.

"But I might not be interested in it after a while." Wendy frowned in embarrassment, but still didn't let go.

During the negotiation between the two, Fred's head was exposed, and a snowball accurately hit the head with the hat on, right in the center.

Fred was covered in snowflakes.

Cold snow slag covered his eyes and splashed down his neck.It was cold and abrupt, and accompanied by cheers, Fred took a few steps back unsteadily, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he fell backwards.

Wendy grabbed him reflexively, and was led to walk a few steps, almost falling over Fred.

The two fell into the thick snowdrift behind them, making a not-so-shallow pit.

It took a lot of effort for Fred to open his eyes. His face was covered with melted snow, and there were still snowflakes on his eyebrows and hair.

"Pfft." He blew on the snow water from his mouth, raised his neck with a bitter face, and looked at Wendy.

Wendy fell into Fred's arms.

Her face was flushed with surprise, and her long golden hair was disheveled.

Fred heard the rustling and crackling of the snow as it squeezed, like the twittering of leaves in spring.

It seems to be in the ear, and it seems to be ringing in the heart.

Wendy panted heavily, struggled a few times, and straightened up while pressing Fred's chest.

"It's unlucky." Wendy complained, she took a breath, blowing away the broken hair around her mouth, "Let me get up."

She muttered, but her legs couldn't find a support point, it was difficult to exert force, and she couldn't stand up in the end.

She patted Fred on the shoulder: "Come on, give me a hand."

Fred looked at Wendy, put his hands on her waist, and asked without exerting any strength, "Would you still like to be my dance partner?"

Wendy touched the ground with her toes, slipping.

At this time, she felt that their posture was really wrong, and she moved her legs awkwardly, letting her feet touch the ground, and kicked and pressed hard.

Fred was almost squeezed out by her, he let out a few muffled grunts, and naturally let go of his hands.

Wendy, who stood up successfully, looked at the big man lying in the snow, and stretched out her hand to him: "Come on, I'll pull you up."

"Dance partner?" Fred asked, reaching out and grabbing Wendy's arm.

"Well, partner." Wendy nodded and pulled Fred hard.She hadn't planned to change her partner, she just wanted to see Fred in a hurry.Even if there is no looking glass as a premise, for their relationship, they will agree.

It would be nice if he could split her half of the bet he won, but even if she had the opportunity to use labor services, there was no use for George-most Hufflepuffs were good babies and rarely violated discipline.

Fred's eyes lit up when he heard the answer, and he even got up quickly. He stomped on the ground and was about to get up.

"So I'm going to change now." Wendy let go of him just as he was about to stand still, "See you at the door of the lounge."

Fred swung his arms in a circle, and after a few swings, he managed to stand still without falling down again.

"see you then."

The author has something to say: It’s just a routine, you bite me

I've been a little broken lately (-_＼)