[HP] Sheep with soy sauce

Oliver Wood was grumpy today.

Yes, Gryffindor had lost to Slytherin for the fourth time, and his lungs were about to explode.

"Oliver, you don't look very energetic. Would you like a glass of milk?" Percy, who was sitting opposite him, asked kindly, and handed him a glass of milk.

"Oh, thank you." He took the milk aggressively and drank it in one gulp, then cut the steak on the plate with a knife.

"Woodmania." Green, the Gryffindor Chaser, shook his big head and mouthed Lee Jordan across the table.Oliver Wood didn't even look back, he raised his hand and thrust the fork into Green's right hand.Green broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and Lee Jordan and the Weasley twins, who were sitting opposite and witnessed everything, laughed together heartlessly, in exchange for Percy's angry eyes.

"It's wrong to laugh at a painful acting captain like this, you guys." Angelina protested softly to their behavior, "After all, this is indeed an annoying thing, they maliciously hit our seeker, but s Professor Nepe still..."

"Hey, Angelina." George or Fred winked at her, "but it's been a week since the game, and Wood is still pissed at this time—"

"Like that night a week ago."

Angelina sneered: "That's better than people like you who only talk."

"Believe it or not, if we can join the Gryffindor team—"

"We can definitely make Bludgers kiss every Slytherin—"

The twins lowered their hands at the same time and shrugged in the same way: "Unfortunately, we are still in the first grade."

"Oh, forget it." Angelina easily elbowed George's body away and reached for some pudding. "If you can join the team in the second grade, I will show you the dress."

Lee Jordan immediately whistled and started booing, and everyone around who heard Angelina's words also laughed. Green even forgot the source of the anger around him, and his huge body leaned back and forth with laughter.

"A group of trolls." Unsurprisingly, a taunt came from the Slytherin table.

"Quiet!" Oliver Wood frowned and thumped the table. "If you can really hit those rotten snakes with Quaffles, I don't mind buying Angelina a dress. But now," he stood up and took the broom In his hand, "Green, it's time for training camp."

Green rolled his eyes, took out a handkerchief and wiped his red nose: "Oliver, I haven't had a cold yet..."

"I think you've already drank the cold potion, a whole bottle." Oliver Wood interrupted Green without hesitation, "Hurry up, you know it's not easy to rent a Quidditch pitch for an afternoon."

The twins and Lee Jordan looked at Green, who was howling and being taken away by Oliver, and giggled together.Fred also stood up and waved his arms at Oliver: "You have to prepare the money for the dress, Wood!"

"Oh, my God, it's really childish." Angelina paused her glass in dissatisfaction, "This stabs a person who is dedicated to the academy..."

"Of course we weren't lying, if it weren't for the damn second-year system—"

"Madam Pomfrey will be very busy—"

"Because the whole Slytherin team will live in the hospital wing, we promise."

It snowed heavily in Hogwarts in the evening, and the tranquility enveloped the castle of Hogwarts. It seems that only the tower of Gryffindor still maintains endless vitality.

The twins performed the newly discovered funny spells by the fireplace, Lee Jordan became the bearer of the spells again, and a pitcher plant that spit spit suddenly grew on his head, and everyone ran around laughing.

"Fred, George, can't you be quiet?" Patsy ran down from the boys' dormitory, and shouted angrily at the twins because his laughter interrupted his review, "I'm reviewing magic... oh, Merlin pants! Who can tell me whose owl this is?!"

There was a burst of louder laughter in the lounge, and a large pure gray bird flew in through the open window of the tower, and landed directly on Paxi's head.Sharp claws made a mess of his usually neatly combed red hair.The gyrfalcon got tangled up in his hair.

"Well, the weather outside is really bad." Fred and George stepped forward to rescue their brother, and while George tried to comfort him, he introduced Gyrfalcon in a cheerful tone: "Oh, this seems to be Wood's Gyrfalcon , as far as I know, this is a rare bird..."

"I don't care if it's a gyrfalcon or...damn it!" Patsy groaned. "I feel like a piece of my hair is ripped out!"

The twins unzip the letter from Gyrfalcon's claw and discover it's addressed to "Crafty Brother Oliver".Fred answered Patsy's words in a relaxed tone: "Then why, we have been so gentle to you—"

"Don't even mind your reporting to Mommy about us—" George was already slowly moving towards the entrance to the lounge.

"There is no vengeance in the twins' dictionary!" The twins put down a sentence in unison, and the twins jumped out of the Gryffindor common room.There was another burst of laughter in the room, and Patsy was left alone to hop and perform "clean up" on his gyrfalcon-stained robes.

The Gryffindor twins trotted to the Quidditch pitch, and in the dressing room with muddy footprints on the floor, Big Green sat on a bench to rest, panting.

"Hey, man, you don't look too good." Fred noticed that Green's cheek looked too much like an overripe tomato-in fact, the big man who was sick and trained in the snow was indeed starting Dizzy - he offered a friendly suggestion: "Try our cat ear taffy, maybe you should go to the medical wing."

Green shook his head, trying to wake himself up, and muttered, "You're right...but, well, both options will make me face Madam Pomfrey...I think..." He staggered Standing up shakily, "She will definitely blame me for taking so long to see a doctor..."

Seeing Green, known as "the strongest man in Gryffindor", weakly supporting the wall and leaving the dressing room, George couldn't help curling his lips: "Wood is really..."

"That's right, but..."

"If we will do the same." They looked at each other, read the same expression from their almost identical faces, smiled at each other, picked up two discarded brooms and old bats in the corner, "Together?" Then he rushed into the rain curtain laughing and laughing.

On the Quidditch field at this moment, apart from the elusive Bludgers, there are also snow particles like knives that prevent the players from moving forward.Many people couldn't hold back and quit training one after another, but Oliver Wood was still making his last effort.

"Even a blizzard can stop you?!" His short brown hair was tightly attached to his scalp, and his voice was still loud, "Show your determination! I will never allow... oh!" He dodged to hide After passing a Bludger, I suddenly felt the sound of something piercing through the wind and snow around me, and then another ball was slammed out of sight.

"Visibility is too low in the snow, isn't it—" Fred was riding on the rickety old broomstick, batting bat that had just blown the Bludger in his hand.

"And it's really not conducive to the goalkeeper to protect the goal—" George flew over from a short distance, and under Oliver's surprised gaze, he turned around and knocked away another Bludger who was trying to attack him.

"How about going back to have a cup of tea and read a letter?" The twins couldn't help but picked up the bat and put it on Oliver's shoulders.Oliver was coerced by them to control the broom to descend, and when he was halfway down, he suddenly woke up: "Seriously, you guys... oh, maybe I should really buy Angelina a dress?"

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Dear Oliver:

Oh, I really like the candy you sent me last time!

As you may not know, I ate the candy you marked as the long-eared jumping candy, and Aunt Trieste was shocked to see that I could only jump with both feet, although she still hugged me and called me Rae is good, but I ate greens all day for it - when I grow long ears, I can't take the steak I used to love!Still, I love them.And that licorice stick with the smoke coming out of the ear, I really, really like it.But Dad didn't like that because he ate my licorice sticks and got smoke in his ears all night.But I am very happy, because my mother ran to sleep in my room for this, and I haven't seen my mother for half a month.She must not know that I have grown an inch taller.

Your birthday is coming up again, what do you want this year?Dad says he might give you a nice present, but I really can't guess what he's giving would be nice - pray it's not moon-crazed shit, even if they do look really 'nice'.

love you ray

PS Hope the snow has stopped by the time Superman arrives.And you said you'd introduce me to the people who made those candies, didn't you?

"Sister?" George skillfully took out a bag of multi-flavored beans and threw it out. Fred, who was sitting at the other end of the sofa, caught and ate it effortlessly, and then threw George back in the same way. "Know us?"

"Yes, she said..." Oliver wiped his wet hair, frowned and thought for a moment, and then said with difficulty: "...I really like what you guys made...funny candies..."

"Oh, my God!" the twins jumped up. "What a lucky thing—"

"Someone likes our candy—"

"It should have happened long ago!"

"If it's funny..." Oliver shrugged, "I don't mind letting the Slytherins smoke in their ears all night, but I really can't compliment those flavors..."

"But you still like the lamb liver flavor of Bibi's multi-flavored beans." Percy also wiped his wet hair, and said seriously and rigidly. "I don't think that's any different than the ghost candies of these two troublemakers!"

Fred curled his lips: "I really can't expect our future Minister of Magic to be interested in these things-"

"Because he has a big head full of words like prefect, student union, and dignitaries?" George laughed, and then his face was slammed by the towel thrown by Percy who was about to go back to the dormitory.

"Well, say what you want. But I think Ree meant it." Oliver put down the letter and stroked the Gyrfalcon, who was standing upright on the back of the armchair at the moment. "She even sent Superman to show that she is very serious." anxious……"

"Wait, Superman?" George winked. "You mean the bird's name is Superman? It sounds like..."

"Spirit!" Fred snapped his fingers, "What does its name mean?"

"Oh, it's probably a character in a Muggle book she read, you know I usually don't understand this..." Oliver rubbed his eyes with a headache. "So you will write to her?"

"Why not?" Fred tossed the last savory bean into his mouth. "She's like a funny little girl..."

"You are not much older than her..." Oliver raised his forehead.

"Okay, whatever." George stood up and stretched, "This bird, of course, I mean Super-man-(Superman who heard his name retracted his beak about to peck George), it Will you wait until we have written a reply before going back?"