[HP] The only way to tell twins apart

There were not many people who left the scene so early like Wendy and Fred. Wendy looked around, but there was no one there.She stood on the banister of the stairs, looking eager to try.

Pressing the armrest with her hand, she tried to jump a few times on the spot, but it was too difficult to transform her ideas into practice, and Wendy had to sit on the armrest with her back to it.She felt a little unsafe, afraid that someone would lean up and fall backwards.

"I'll help you." Fred approached Wendy and helped her by the arm.

"I'm a little scared." Wendy whispered, she looked behind her, and then at the long stairs.

Fred smiled at Wendy: "Don't be afraid, I'll hold you." He held Wendy's waist, exerted a little force, as if they had just danced, lifted Wendy lightly, and put her on the floor. on the armrest.

Wendy immediately grabbed the handrail with one hand to stabilize her body, while her other hand was held by Fredella.

"How is it?" Fred asked.

"It's a little... indescribable." Wendy bit her lip, and she glanced at Fred, "Hold on to me." Then she looked down at the armrest, and let go of the hand that stabilized her.

There was almost no friction between the silky gown and the smooth wooden armrest, and Wendy slipped out of it all at once. She let out a cry of surprise and grabbed Fred's hand forcefully.

Fred walked down the stairs quickly, holding Wendy's hand tightly, keeping almost the same speed as her.

Going down faster and faster, at the end of the stairs, Wendy felt that she was about to fly out, she exclaimed, and closed her eyes reflexively.

She felt her hand being grabbed hard, and for a moment she flew into the air—and landed in Fred's arms.

"Huh—huh—" Wendy buried her head in Fred's arms, panting heavily, her heart was beating fast, and she looked like she was still in shock.

"Your boldness is no match for your curiosity," Fred quipped.

Wendy said weakly: "It's just my first time, I'm not very good at it."

She tugged on Fred's collar, stood up straight, and looked back at the handrail that had just slid down—don't play like that again.It must have been Fred's long legs that made him look so relaxed.

Fred still had his hand on Wendy's waist, and he asked, "Can you?"

Seeing Wendy nodding, she reluctantly let go.

Wendy finally calmed down her beating heart, walked a few steps forward, and saw the entrance of the Hufflepuff dormitory.

Fred glanced back and caught up with Wendy: "Did you know that your dormitory is on the same floor as the Hogwarts kitchen?"

"I know." Wendy nodded, "Every meal time, the corridor is filled with the smell of food, as is the entire common room."

"Really?" Fred tugged on his bow tie, "Sounds a bit miserable."

"Of course I lied to you." Wendy laughed, "I know the kitchen is on this floor, but I've never been there."

"If there is a chance, I will take you in to play." Fred said.

Wendy stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Fred. She stretched out her finger, tapped Fred's shoulder lightly, and asked softly, "Is this a date invitation?"

"If you think it is, it is." Fred winked at Wendy with his left eye.

"Oh, cunning boy." Wendy turned around again and started to walk.

They were approaching the entrance of Hufflepuff's dormitory. Fred looked at the pile of large and small wooden barrels and whistled: "Funny Hufflepuff."

"Hufflepuff cunning." Wendy touched one of the barrels, "Can you guess which is the correct door?" She turned and looked at Fred.

Fred, who has always been quick in his hands and feet, has already approached a wooden barrel that is surprisingly small compared to others: "I guess it is this one."

"Wrong, don't mess around... Fred!" Wendy watched Fred curl his fingers, and she quickly reached out to grab Fred's wrist—but her speed was slower than Fred's.

"Da da." The sound of the barrel being knocked almost filled Wendy's ears.

"What's wrong?" Fred turned his head curiously, "Is there any problem?"

"No... No, there should be." Wendy frowned, and took a look at the barrel. She was still holding Fred's wrist tightly, "I've seen it with my own eyes..."

"Crack." The lid of the wooden barrel was lifted all of a sudden, and at the same moment, Wendy and Fred disappeared in place.

……

"What have you seen with your own eyes?" Fred's voice sounded in the darkness.

"I've personally seen people who hit the wrong barrel get swallowed by the barrel," Wendy said.

"Like us?" Fred asked again.

"..." Wendy didn't answer.

Fred pondered for a moment: "Are you sitting on my stomach now? I'm a little out of breath, can you move aside?" He raised his hand and touched the curved wooden barrel, "Maybe we can chat Let's talk, how did that classmate come out at the end?"

Wendy took a deep breath before replying, "Her companion went to find Professor Sprout in tears. After the professor came, she was released."

Fred didn't speak, and hesitated for a while before saying, "Are you talking above my head? I feel your breath above my head."

"Yes." Wendy said, "Can you light up your wand, I don't have mine."

"Why don't you have your wand?" asked Fred, fumbling for his own.

"Because it's not easy to put on a skirt, and I don't think it will fall into the dark bucket... Where are you touching?" Wendy's voice suddenly rose.

"I'm sorry." Fred immediately apologized, he just touched Wendy's leg, "I can't see it, the inside pocket is near the waist of the coat, come and find it." In order to ensure that the chest part of the dress is straight, put the magic wand The inner pocket has been moved below.

Wendy propped her hand on the wall of the barrel, freeing her other hand, and started groping in the dark.

"Wendy, can you stop touching from top to bottom." Fred said hesitantly, "It's very itchy."

"I can't see where your waist is!" Wendy said angrily.

"Right at your knee, your knee just hit my waist."

Under Fred's guidance, Wendy touched the wand: "Luminescence flashes."

The cask lights up.

Fred saw Wendy's face with this light source.

She was almost directly on top of her, with her arms bent back against the lid of the bucket, also to give her strength and keep her from falling on top of Fred.

And Fred lay in the barrel.The barrel was too small, even Wendy couldn't put it down, let alone him.His legs were bent, and he stepped on the other side of the bucket lid, making a big arc, and his knees were against Wendy's back.

Wendy knelt with her legs apart, sitting on Fred's stomach, and she tried her best to raise her body so that they wouldn't be in too much physical contact - in order to maintain this position, she was too tired to speak.

She was flushed and looked down at Fred.Her breathing was heavy and her chest heaved.The blond hair hung down, occasionally brushing Fred's face, causing Fred to shake his head impatiently.

It is more embarrassing to light a lamp than not to light it.Two people thought so at the same time.

Just thinking about it, the light of the wand went out.I don't know if it's because the magic power is unstable or Wendy destroyed it on purpose.

Returning to the darkness, both of them let out a long sigh of relief.

"Yeah." Wendy exclaimed.

Fred could feel her breath suddenly coming closer to him, hanging right above his nose, so close, and then far away.Parts of her hair fell on his neck and part brushed over his ears.

"What's wrong?" Fred's Adam's apple rolled, and some charming scenes flashed in his mind.

"It's okay, I'm a little slippery." Wendy said nonchalantly.She slipped the wand back into Fred's hand and supported herself on her arms again, only this time with her palms resting on the sides of Fred's head.

"How do we get out?" Wendy said discouragedly, "Do we have to wait until someone finds out that we are missing?"

"I think there should be other ways out, after all, its purpose is for defense and safety." Fred said, groping around along the barrel wall, "rather than trapping us here."

Finally, his hand landed on a small bump on the diagonal: "It seems to be a button, did I press it?"

"En." Wendy said.

Fred pressed it.

The barrel lid on the side of their heads was unscrewed, as if they were stuffed into a long slide, and they slid up very fast.

Frightened, Wendy hugged Fred tightly.

"I hope there's a blanket or something that catches us where we fell," said Fred, and it's upside down, so don't hit your head in your stomach.

Almost instantly, they were thrown out of the dark chute into a bright place.

The two of them fell together on the thick cushion.

"Where is this?" Wendy raised her head, looked around blankly, and asked.

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