Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 268 Fire, Theft, and Peeves

  At the end of January, the weather still shows no signs of warming up.

  Woke up in the morning, the sky was still gray, with occasional snowflakes falling, walking on the way to the auditorium, listening to Fred and George chatting, Albert always felt that something bad was about to happen.

   Albert ate bread with corn chowder, and chatted with Lee Jordan beside him about the registration for the wizard card game. Suddenly, I saw Charlie walking towards this side in a hurry, apparently looking for Fred and George who had been locked up several times.

"You guys have missed several Quidditch trainings." Charlie stared at his brothers dissatisfiedly, and reminded: "There is not much time left for the next Quidditch match. We lost once. If this If you lose again, you will completely miss this year's..."

   "Charlie, we didn't do it on purpose." George put down the spoon and looked up at Charlie with helplessness on his face.

   "It's a last resort." Fred quickly echoed: "If we had a choice, we would rather go to the Quidditch pitch for training than face Snape."

   I don't know what's going on, but these words sound particularly convincing.

   "Okay, but next time you practice, you can't miss it." Charlie was persuaded by the two.

   Few students were willing to be locked up with Snape. Even Slytherin students also had to bear a lot of pressure when facing their dean.

   "We will train well." Fred and George said in unison.

   "Guys, you will never guess what I saw just now." Wood ran over panting, ready to tell everyone an interesting news.

   "See what?"

"I met Marcus Flint just now. His lips were swollen like a sausage for some reason. You didn't see him, he put his hands on his lips, and he looked ashamed .Ah, no, let me laugh."

   "Where is he?" Charlie also wanted to go and watch, to see how unlucky his old opponent was.

   "He covered his lips and ran to the school hospital." Wood finally stopped laughing, raised his hand and gestured towards the crowd, and described Marcus Flint's unlucky situation with eloquence.

  There is nothing more satisfying than seeing the bad luck of the guy you hate.

   At this moment, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Albert followed everyone's line of sight, and a Hufflepuff girl was covering her lips with her hand, and quickly fled the auditorium hall.

  After a short laugh, everyone whispered and discussed who was playing the prank.

   Albert finished killing the steaks on the plate, and glanced at George who was also expressionless on the opposite side. The latter seemed to feel Albert's sight, shrugged his shoulders, and innocently stated that they did not do this.

   "You actually succeeded?" Albert was very curious about how Fred and George added ingredients to Marcus Flint's food.

   "Peeves did it, and it has nothing to do with us!" Fred said with an innocent face, saying that they really didn't do this thing, and the two of them didn't have such ability.

   "You convinced Peeves?" Albert asked with raised eyebrows.

   "We promised to provide Peeves with some interesting gadgets." Fred blinked his innocent little eyes, "Anyway, we have to play tricks on the students, and it's the same to play tricks on anyone, don't you think?"

  Albert was speechless. This was true. To Peeves, Hogwarts students were all students regardless of the four major colleges.

  Facts have proved that Albert's idea was right. In the next few days, when many people were eating in the auditorium, their lips were inexplicably swollen into funny sausage mouths.

   No reason could be found, which made Hogwarts students very uneasy. Everyone was afraid that one day it would suddenly be their turn to be unlucky.

  Professor Sprout also went out of his way to check the school kitchen, but apparently it wasn't the house-elves' problem.

  One day, everyone finally discovered the reason.

   No way, who told Peeves to be humming a weird ditty and sprinkling strange seasonings on the steak they ate.

  Many people saw with their own eyes that the lips of the students who ate the schnitzel with seasoning became swollen like sausages after a while.

   Then, this matter was completely fried.

  Everyone started to criticize Peeves, but it was useless. Peeves played pranks not once or twice.

  Filch wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to expel Peeves, who often opposed him, from Hogwarts, but he failed in the end.

   Among the administrators of Hogwarts, there are many wizards who wanted to drive away Peeves, but none of them succeeded, let alone Filch, who couldn't use magic.

   "How much of that thing did you give Peeves?" Albert glanced at Fred, who had been tricked again, and asked in a low voice when no one else was paying attention.

  He was also unlucky just now.

   Fortunately, after Albert discovered that many people had been tricked, he prepared anti-swelling agents in advance. When encountering abnormalities, he killed the problem directly in the cradle.

   "Only that bottle, it should be almost used up." George said uncertainly.

   "We didn't expect that bottle of seasoning to last for so long." Fred was also very depressed. In the past few days, he accidentally ate food with added ingredients several times.

   It's completely self-inflicted.

  Peeves went crazy, it was unbearable.

   "Don't forget, according to the agreement, you have to provide Peeves with a pack of dung bombs." Lee Jordan reminded depressedly, his lips were also swollen.

"Aren't you worried about the professors investigating who gave Peeves that bottle of seasoning?" Albert looked at the twins rather helplessly. Now Peeves' method of seasoning food has become more sophisticated, completely It is hard to guard against.

   However, it turns out that Albert's worries are completely unnecessary.

  The students at Hogwarts never suspected this incident to other students, they are now almost driven crazy by Peeves. When eating, always be careful not to eat something that has been added by Peeves.

Madam Pomfrey was also about to be driven crazy. Students with swollen lips appeared one after another in the school hospital. The head nurse deserved to ask Professor Snape to prepare a large amount of detumescence, and also specially reminded everyone that if they encountered such In this case, go to the school hospital to receive anti-tumor drugs.

   Now, everyone knows that to eliminate the sausage mouth and avoid making a fool of themselves, all they need to do is to use a small amount of anti-swelling agent after realizing that they have been tricked.

The school hospital naturally has a lot of detumescence potions, but they can only be used after being recruited. There are actually quite a few wizards who can really prepare this kind of potion, but many of them have very average potions, so they dare not drink their own potions. The potion will know.

  So, in the black market at Hogwarts, detumescence agents suddenly became popular.

   The book limit is waived.

  (end of this chapter)