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"Boom!" There was a loud explosion—the Weasley twins of Gryffindor blew up the cauldron again.

"Damn it! Clean it up!" Snape strode over angrily, "What the hell are your brains filled with besides caterpillar slime and hay!!"

The twin brothers who didn't have time to get out of the way this time were scalded, and the splashed brown liquid seemed to be swallowed by one of them. The red-haired boy suddenly started laughing, matching his obvious absence The smiling expression, that picture really has an indescribable sense of humor.

"Which eyeball of yours saw that this potion needed Alihotsy's leaves!!" As expected of a potion master, Snape immediately saw why they were frying pots and making the boy laugh.

"You two go to the hospital wing, now..." Snape said coldly, with a mocking smirk, "but this finally gives me a chance to watch a Gryffindor eat a sad caterpillar."

It seemed that the terrified expression on the laughing boy's face pleased the gloomy Snape, who continued to maintain a smirk, and seemed to be in a good mood, "The medicine in the medical wing can only treat your burns, as for the Ariot leaf The laughs that come with it...I'll be over with a bucket of sad caterpillars after class, and until then, I think you'd better use this laugh and enjoy your last happy hour, Weasley. "

When the two boys walked out of the classroom, the laughing voice disappeared, Snape glanced around the classroom coldly, "I think you may remember the tranquilizer that is brewing on your table?! Maybe we can find someone to try it later Take an overcooked sedative, I promise that won't calm you down at all..." Frightened by Snape's threat, everyone hurriedly looked down at their cauldrons.

It’s not really such a waste of time to mess with Cassandra’s old *blocked keywords* in the kitchen during the summer vacation. At least Sylvia feels that her mastery of flames has improved a lot, which makes them The cauldrons in this group were perfectly kept boiling as they should be, while distracting them from watching the twins.

"Sad caterpillar... what's that?" Camille took the file and crushed a gray stone the size of a thumb. A large piece of the seemingly hard stone was crushed in her hand, and soon The hollow part in the middle is exposed.

Sylvia picked up the small beaker and leaned over to catch the silver liquid that flowed out from the center of the stone, "The caterpillars feed on the leaves of the ariot tree, so there is something in their penis for that kind of leaf. Antibodies to the effect of laughter." Sylvia introduced.

Every time Sylvia sees the little werewolf playing with those hard materials, Sylvia is a little jealous, like the rock heart liquid used today, this thing Sylvia has no tricks so far, if you don’t have a lot of strength Scary Camille, she probably has to be like everyone else with a red face and a thick neck - a beautiful and delicate Slytherin girl with a hideous face on a stone... That picture is too scary.

With a grateful heart, Sylvia patiently answered Camille's question, "Of course, the best effect is to use a sugar liquid secreted by heartworms and rub it on the throat."

"Professor Snape..." Camille was halfway through, and suddenly remembered, "Well, anyway, the method made by the Potions Professor must not be poisonous, and the nausea will pass. "

Sylvia stopped stirring and turned her head to look at Camille, "Huh? I thought that in the eyes of Gryffindor, the terrible big bat wanted to poison you at any time? Oh... or those two Is brother bothering you?"

"Hey, poisoned students can still be professors?" Camille gave a fair and just answer, which really made Sylvia feel relieved for Professor Snape, finally there is a Gryffindor lion cub or There is a little bit of reason.

"If you want to eat caterpillars if you annoy me..." Camille turned to look at Sylvia, and the sarcasm in her eyes made Sylvia feel ominous.

Sure enough, Camille's next sentence, "I think you need to eat all the caterpillars in the world to extinction!"

In the end, did one of the Weasley twins really eat the heartworm? Sylvia had no interest in watching it, so she didn't know how it turned out.

After lunch at noon one day, Sylvia, who had no class in the afternoon, planned to go to the lake to bask in the sun and read a book. Winter is coming soon, so there are not many opportunities to sit by the lake in such a warm and leisurely time in the sun.

Leaning under the big beech tree on the edge of the Black Lake, Sylvia hadn't even opened her book when she heard two almost identical male voices not far away. There was no need to eavesdrop carefully. Passed over.

"The leaf last time was good!" said a boy.

"Oh my god, that's why you didn't eat that caterpillar!!" The other boy clearly disagreed.

Leafs, eating caterpillars... Sylvia knew who those two boys were - the Weasley twins, Gryffindor's darlings.

"Oh... caterpillars are kinda bad, but don't you think the inexplicable laugh-out-loud effect is fun? Just need to find a way to modify that potion."

Merlin's wizard hat!These two Gryffindors who can blow up the cauldron in the first grade actually want to modify the potion? !Sylvia felt that maybe Hogwarts would lose the two little wizards in a while.

To Sylvia's surprise, the earnestness with which the two boys chattered about the 'potion' seems to be a little bit more serious? !They have a clear purpose for the final effect of their potion: to make people laugh, but the effect of the potion will not be too strong, at least it does not need to be stopped by eating caterpillars, and it is harmless to the human body. It works instead of having to drink it.

Not only did they come up with the need for Ariotte leaves, but they actually searched for the correct way to use this material. They planned to use a mild formula similar to tranquilizers for other excipients.

So these two Gryffindors were actually experimenting with their "potions" in that class? !How daring is it to do your own little experiment in the class of the head of Slytherin, the big greasy bat, and Professor Snape, who is always ready to chop up and boil everyone but Slytherin into potions? !They thought Professor Snape's countless nicknames were just for fun? !Even though the part about boiling the students into potions is definitely not true, but if it's just about chopping up... Hehe, Sylvia thinks Professor Snape would be happy to try it if given the chance.

"You can try slicing the sad bug and adding the steamed gel into it." Sylvia involuntarily suggested when she heard that they were troubled by the effect of laughter.The formula of the twin brothers is not called a potion at all, it should only be called a little interesting potion.

"Ah! The beautiful lady of Slytherin!" "Overheard!" The way the twins sang together is really amazing. Do they all know what the other party will say next?

"I'm sitting here reading a book, but you guys made me unable to read." Sylvia twisted the truth and said, although the twins came here first, they don't know the truth anyway, right?

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" they said at the same time. "Introduction, I'm George." "I'm Fred."

It was quite polite, and when Sylvia nodded and was about to introduce herself, the twins stopped her at the same time, "You are Sylvia Cassandra from Slytherin! No.1 last semester!" "This The semester is probably also No.1!"

The Gryffindor Weasley twins in front of them, the two people who don't care much about their grades in the whole grade, actually know her, and they know her through good grades. Sylvia thinks she should be honored.

"What did you just say?" George asked.

Sylvia repeated what she said just now, and continued to add: "The steamed heartworm gel will not be so strong in removing the laughing effect of Ariot leaves, and the remaining medicinal effects can be absorbed by time." The human body digests naturally, but you need to try the dosage yourself, if you add too much, the effect of laughing will be eliminated, if you use less... I hope you enjoyed eating caterpillars last time?"

Fred trembled. It seemed that he was the one who ate the caterpillar last time. George sneered from the sidelines, but Fred shot him on the head with the roll of parchment in his hand for taking notes.

The twins who are really in love are also quite interesting. They don't seem to have the "feud complex" of the two colleges. Sylvia thinks it's not a big deal to give them a little help. Seeing how they took a lot of notes, Maybe something will come out later - if their attitude can be used in their studies, I believe Professor McGonagall will be less likely to be angered by the brothers with gray hair and wrinkles.

The two brothers thanked Sylvia humorously, and walked back to the castle in a rowdy manner.

It has been a month since I last guided the Weasley brothers by the lake, and I often see their mysterious appearance together, and I don't know if they have made anything in the end.Sylvia hadn't had time to pay attention to the small research of the two brothers. After getting up one day, she walked into the hall and was taken aback by the Halloween-themed decoration. Then she noticed that it was the end of October before she knew it.

Sylvia, like all Slytherin students, was completely unable to appreciate the decorative design that tried to turn the otherwise magnificent Great Hall into a seedy haunted house.Wouldn't it be nice to design it in the style of a magnificent retro vampire castle?Why do you have to have breakfast in a crappy haunted house on Halloween? !

Speaking of unbearable, most of the Slytherins who come from famous families can't bear Halloween-themed food even more.

The table is full of heart shapes, and the scarlet sauce will flow out when cut. The special dish is probably made of beef, which cannot be regarded as a normal staple food by the children of the nobles.The finger biscuits are fine, but why are they still moving in the basket...the green thick soup in the shape of eyeballs floating in the shape of someone who doesn't know what makes them lose their appetite.

For the Halloween breakfast, the Slytherins were all pale, and the only vegetable salad that was normal, and only turned purple and red, was the staple food.

The other three colleges had a good time, especially the adventurous Gryffindors.oh!It turns out that if the heart-shaped thing is directly bitten down with your mouth, the sauce will spray out two feet high, just like a real heart... But eating like that is really unsightly, and the nearby students will suffer, of course The Ryffindors seem to be having a good time.

Sylvia and the other Slytherins frowned as they watched the Gryffindors constantly develop new ways to eat the 'food' on the table, and then she noticed that Camille, who was supposed to be eating happily, actually Frowning her hawk-like eyebrows, her complexion was a little bad, and she didn't take anything from the plate.

She was not like this last Halloween. Faced with such terrible food, Camille completely turned a blind eye. Unlike ordinary Gryffindors, she didn't play with them very much, just as ordinary food. She remembered that Camille ate a large plate of fire last year. Bake a pie in the shape of a witch and amaze everyone.

She didn't want to touch those weird breakfasts at all. Sylvia, who had no class in the morning, planned to go to the kitchen to get some normal food.

Amidst the head banging of elves blaming themselves, Sylvia suddenly thought, ah... tonight is a full moon night!No wonder Camille has no appetite, tsk, then she won’t be able to eat a sumptuous Halloween dinner, but she just saw the fire-baked witch pie being prepared on the workbench of the elves, poor thing Camille.

During the summer vacation, in order to pretend to be a good child, she was forced to practice the skills of baking biscuits and making snacks. Sylvia successfully baked a large pot of delicious biscuits and beef pies. A little more.

Sylvia rolled her eyes, and asked the elf for a picnic basket, stuffed all the biscuit pies that were actually overmade into the basket, wrote a note, and went to the door of the Gryffindor lounge one put.Sylvia didn't care at all whether other Gryffindor students would eat the name on the note, or whether the little werewolf would accept her careless extra kindness.