Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 1025 Time to take medicine

  As soon as Fred got up from the bed, he couldn't help shivering, and quickly picked up the clothes to put on himself. When he glanced over the dormitory inadvertently, he found that a bed was already empty.

   "Didn't Albert come back yesterday?" Fred put on his robe and muttered, "I don't think he wants to stay in school anymore."

"If you're envious, hurry up and grab someone." George, who was dressed, opened the window to let the outside wind blow in and wash away the dull air in the room. "After everyone graduates from school, do you want to chase someone again It will be much more difficult than it is now.”

   "Damn, it's cold, can't you close the **** windows before I'm up?"

   Lee Jordan, who just wanted to get up from the bed, was blown by the cold wind, couldn't help shivering, and then got back into the bed again.

  Since November passed, the temperature in the castle has dropped a lot. Even though today is a rare good weather, it is still frighteningly cold outside, and the trees are covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost.

   "Sorry, sorry, I thought you won't get up until later." George closed the window, picked up his wand and tapped the kettle on the table. After reboiling the water in the kettle, he poured Lee Jordan a cup of hot water.

   "What about yourself?" Fred turned his head and asked, "Do you have a girl you like?"

   "Not really, let it take its course!" George shrugged, not particularly concerned. After realizing that Fred had been looking at himself suspiciously, he quickly changed the topic, "I just hope that today's Quidditch match can end as soon as possible. I'm a little worried that Ron won't be able to bear the pressure."

"Don't worry, as long as Harry uses that thing, I think the game will end soon. What you should worry about is whether Harry is willing to use it." Lee Jordan was not ashamed that they were about to win by cheating, He believed that if Slytherin could get such a good thing, he would definitely not be stingy. The pursuit of victory by any means has always been Slytherin's creed and patent.

   "It's okay, just keep Harry from knowing."

George had already figured out a way. He poured himself a cup of hot water, smiled and raised the cup to Lee Jordan and said, "At that time, I will prepare pumpkin juice for them to drink before the game." Enough."

   As he spoke, he took the cup and lightly touched Lee Jordan's cup.

After a brief wash, the three of them came to the Gryffindor common room, where they were warmly welcomed by the students. Everyone hoped that the Gryffindor team could defeat the Slytherin team and humiliate those annoying people as victors. Slytherin student.

   Who made Slytherin students do too many hated things recently.

   When they left the common room surrounded by everyone and went to the hall through the secret passage, Fred suddenly said: "You said what will happen if we lose?"

   "They will probably be disappointed!" George glanced at Fred and said confidently: "We have never lost to Slytherin, and we will never lose, let alone do you think we will lose?"

   "I always feel that the Slytherin team may be making trouble. They always like to do something outside the court." Fred raised his eyebrows, "not to mention there are toads around."

   "You mean Albert's prophecy?" Lee Jordan asked.

   "You suspect that Harry has been suspended for a while." George understood.

   "If Toad wants to make trouble, find a chance to put her down." Fred said without thinking.

   This is an effective way they learned from Albert to deal with toads. It's best not to expect to be able to reason with each other.

  As long as people are sent to the hospital, many problems can be solved from the source.

   "It was discovered by others." George warned.

  The atmosphere in the auditorium is even more enthusiastic, that is, the smell of gunpowder is stronger than before.

  Students from Gryffindor College and Slytherin College all wore the college's iconic scarves, gathering in twos and threes to discuss the upcoming game.

There are senior students who have an open market going back and forth between the colleges, trying to persuade more students to place bets. Gryffindor and Slytherin are their potential customers. Even students who don’t like gambling will take a few tokens Xpress's own academy wins.

  When the three of them passed the long Slytherin table, several Slytherin students gave them malicious smiles, and even stretched out their feet to try to trip them, which was full of provocation.

   "The Last Throes."

  Fred looked at the man's feet with an extremely strange expression. The three of them quickly exchanged glances and lifted their feet together, ready to send the idiot to the school hospital.

  The outstretched foot retracted in fright.

"If only Slytherins were such idiots," Fred sneered in a voice that everyone around could hear, "Stop staring at Montague, your eyes are about to fall out of their sockets. "

"Wow, look what I found?" George's eyes fell on the crown and silver badges on the chests of other Slytherin students, and he read the words on it softly: "Weasley is our king, I am really flattered. "

"Honestly, I prefer it this way." Fred smiled, took out his wand from his pocket, and waved at the silver badge on the chest of the boy next to Montague. "Weasley is our king" became " Weasley is our dad."

   "Look, it's much better this way." Fred put away his wand and nodded in satisfaction.

   "Although it is frustrating to have a group of incompetent sons, we will try our best to educate you so that you will not go astray." The twins looked at each other and said in unison.

  The Gryffindor students next door couldn't help laughing, they were happy to see the Slytherin students collectively deflated.

   Without giving the angry Slytherin any time to react, the three happily walked away.

   Montagne angrily threw the badge at the Weasley brothers, only to be caught by Fred.

   "I'm your father." Fred smiled and stuffed the badge back into his pocket.

   "What do you think they mean?" George didn't think it would be a good thing, at least something Slytherin made.

   "Who knows." Fred shrugged.

   "I know who made this." Lee Jordan motioned the two to look somewhere, where Draco Malfoy was humming softly, distributing badges to Slytherin students.

   "Weasley was born in a dumpster..."

   "I knew nothing good would happen."

  If Albert was here, he would probably be able to change all the Slytherin badges into his hands, and it would definitely be interesting.

  Unfortunately, with Fred's transformation level, he still can't do this.

   "Did you bring that thing?" Fred muttered.

   "Better don't let Ron hear this." George warned, he quietly took out a small ball from his pocket, let the small ball slide to the ground, and rolled towards Malfoy's feet.

"Your brother not only lacks experience and confidence, but also has poor psychological quality." Lee Jordan glanced at Ron, who was pale and dull-eyed not far away, and couldn't help shaking his head. , the mentality is much stronger than Ron's.

  Black smoke exploded suddenly at the Slytherin table, causing a commotion.

   Malfoy, who was talking excitedly, was covering his mouth and coughing dryly at this moment, and his whole body was covered with a layer of pitch black, even the two people around him were unlucky with him.

   After a short silence in the hall, there was a burst of laughter soon.

  The three looked at the three who left angrily, exchanged glances, and showed a happy smile.

   "Good morning Harry."

  Fred sat down beside Harry, greeted Harry with a smile, "What's wrong with Ron?"

   "He's just a little nervous," Harry said resignedly.

   "I can't play at all," Ron said blankly.

   "What a disgrace to us."

   "The psychological quality is too poor." George picked up a slice of bread, took a bite and said, "Maybe you should experience more experience. I suggest you get up at night and play hide-and-seek with Filch."

   "Or, you should go to the Forbidden Forest to play with those big spiders, where you can exercise your mental quality." Fred took the orange marmalade and began to spread it on the bread slices.

   "Can't you just say a few words less?" Ginny glared at Fred, George and Lee Jordan dissatisfied.

   "They were just making excuses for violating school rules." Hermione had already seen through the trio's tricks.

   "His appearance is completely lack of exercise." Lee Jordan interjected, "He should have a strong psychological quality and a thick enough face like us."

   "You are the only one with a thick skin." Fred looked as if he wanted to draw a line with Lee Jordan.

   "Ginny, how do you feel about the trial training?" George quickly changed the subject.

   "It's okay. I plan to sign up next year. Just after Angelina and Alia graduated, the position of Chaser will be vacant." Ginny is very confident in her skills.

   "That's good." George took out a bottle of pumpkin juice from his pocket and said to Harry with a smile, "This is a good thing I got from Albert."

   "A bottle of pumpkin juice?" Hermione asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

   "Pumpkin juice that could bring us victory," added Fred.

   "Did you add something to it?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"That's not allowed, Hermione." George said, turning his head to Harry, "I remember you have a tranquilizer over there, give Ron some to calm him down, he can't play in this state .”

   "I almost forgot about this thing." Harry took out the tranquilizer he was carrying with him from his pocket, and poured two pills from it.

  Under normal circumstances, one pill is enough, but depending on Ron's situation, two pills may be safer.

  Hermione was a little speechless. She found that Harry seemed to be addicted to tranquilizers recently, and she often saw him take out the medicine bottle to give herself a pill.

   "Come on, Ron, take the tranquilizer and you won't be nervous." Harry handed the pill to Ron.

   "Take this stuff together by the way." Li Qiaodan took out two medicine bottles from his pocket, poured out a pill from them and handed it to Ron.

"What's this?"

   "Vitality tonic." George signaled Lee Jordan to give Harry a pill as well. "We estimate that Ron's poor mental quality will be so nervous that he can't even eat, so we specially prepared good things for him."

   "Won't this thing violate the rules?" Hermione asked curiously, she found that Albert had made a lot of candies with this weird effect.

   "Of course not, let alone we don't eat during the game." George reminded.

   "Come on Ron, eat this."

  Ron stared blankly at the pills Harry handed over, hesitated for a moment, stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed them.

  The effect of the medicine is quite remarkable. Originally, Ron's slightly pale face looked better, but he still looked a little dazed.

"You feel better?"

Harry looked at his medicine bottle, and then at Ron's reaction. In the past, he could calm down quickly after taking one pill, but Ron didn't seem to be very effective after taking two pills. He was a little suspicious of what Ron took. Tranquilizers are not fakes.

   "Better," Ron muttered.

   "After everyone is ready," Angelina looked at the Slytherin table in disgust, and said to Harry and the others, "We'd better go to the stadium directly, and don't fall for some people's schemes."

   "We'll be there in a while," Harry followed Angelina's gaze, nodded and said, "Ron needs to have some breakfast, and he will have a physical competition later."

   "I'm nothing but a piece of shit."

"Don't worry, Albert is the best at using waste." George looked at Ron's appearance and said to Harry, "Give him a few more tranquilizers, and give him more vitality tonics. He probably takes them in the morning." Nothing else."

   "Is it really all right?" Hermione was a little worried about Ron's situation.

   "Surely no problem."

  Slytherin House obviously didn't intend to give the opponent a chance to slip away, and had already started humming "Weasley is our king", and Ron, who had just recovered some blood, turned even paler.

   "Ignore them," Angelina yelled, "Beat them, smack them in the face with the facts, shut them up for good."

"Then go over there and eat again, let's go, there's no need to worry about them, they're all defeated." Harry picked up a few pieces of bread from the table and stuffed them into his pocket, and then grabbed a glass of juice and pulled Ron out He walked away, he was going to give Ron a few more sedatives later.

  Fred and George are right, Ron's psychological quality is indeed a bit bad.

  Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Hermione turned her head to look at Malfoy, and said with disgust, "You guys are so disgusting."

   Hermione walked away annoyed.

  She knew that Ron was not that bad, as long as he could overcome his stage fright, he would definitely be able to fulfill his responsibilities as a goalkeeper.

"Don't use that kind of trick that doesn't work on the table, let's make a bet." George looked at the Slytherin team members and said with a smile, "Twenty Galleons, just bet on your house team to win the game, I think Nobody thinks their academy team is going to lose."

"This is really a brilliant idea. If you win, you can use the opponent's Galleon to hold a celebration banquet. I don't think there is anything more pleasant than this." Fred echoed, "How about it? Do you want to bet? Or Say, are you afraid?"

   "How can we be sure that you will not go back on your word?"

  Meng Tai squinted his eyes, he smelled a strong smell of conspiracy, but if the other party brought it up, there must be no good things, but if he didn't agree, it would be equivalent to admitting cowardly, and he would directly let the captain down.

  However, twenty galleons is a lot of money for most students, and he doesn't want to lose a lot of pocket money.

"We can give Garen to someone in advance to ensure that the winner can get the money." The malice on George's face became more obvious, "Just Digory, he has a good reputation and can guarantee the winner can get the Garen Long."

   As he spoke, Lee Jordan turned his head and said to the Gryffindor students behind him, "Whoever wants to participate, we will pay for the part that is not enough."

  There are quite a few students who are willing to pay. As Fred said, there is nothing more enjoyable than having a celebratory banquet with the annoying Gallon.

  The most important thing is that I don't need to spend much money anyway, and I can still disgust those nasty ghosts in Slytherin House.

   As for failure, they have never lost to Slytherin, not to mention, the Weasley brothers are not afraid of failure, they are afraid of shit.

  Looking at the Gryffindor students who actively signed up, Montague's face became more and more ugly. He turned his head to discuss with other team members, and shouted after a while, "Whoever participates, the team will make up for the shortage."

   You have to follow no matter what, at least you can’t lose in terms of momentum, let alone no one thinks they will lose.

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  (end of this chapter)