Chapter 268： Fireproof, anti-theft, anti-pipi (1/2)

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

When I got up in the morning, the sky was still gray, with occasional snowflakes falling. Walking on the way to the hall of the auditorium, listening to Fred and George chatting, Albert always felt that something bad was about to happen.

Albert ate bread and corn soup, and chatted with Lee Jordan about the registration for the Wizarding Card Game. Suddenly I saw Charlie hurriedly walking towards this side, apparently looking for Fred and George, who had been confined several times.

”You have missed Quidditch training several times.” Charlie glared at his brothers dissatisfiedly and reminded: ”There is not much time left until the next Quidditch game. We lose once. If this If you lose again, you will be completely missed this year...”

”Charlie, we didn't mean it.” George put down his spoon and looked up at Charlie, his face all helpless.

”That was a last resort.” Fred quickly echoed: ”If there is a choice, we would rather go to the Quidditch stadium to train instead of facing Snape.”

I don’t know what’s going on, this sounds very convincing.

”Okay, but next time you train, you can't miss it anymore.” Charlie was persuaded by the two.

Few students are willing to confine themselves to Snape, even the Slytherin students, they also need to withstand 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 breathlessly, ready to tell everyone an interesting news.

”See what?”

”I just met Marcus Flint. His lips are unexplainably swollen like a sausage. You haven't seen him. He covers his lips with his hands, he looks like a faceless face. . Ah, no more, let me laugh.”

”Where is he?” Charlie also wanted to go and watch to see how bad his old opponent was.

”He covered his lips and ran to the school hospital.” Wood finally stopped his laughter, raised his hand and gestured toward the crowd, and described Marcus Flint's unlucky appearance with a deep voice.

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

At this moment, the surrounding suddenly calmed down. Albert followed everyone's sights. A Hufflepuff girl was covering her lips with her hand, and quickly fled the hall of the auditorium.

After a brief laugh, everyone talked in whispers about who was playing the prank.

Albert finished destroying the steak on the plate and glanced at George, who was also expressionless next to him. The latter seemed to feel Albert's gaze and shrugged his shoulders, saying innocently that this was not theirs.

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

”It was made by Pippi, it has nothing to do with us!” Fred looked innocent, saying that this was really not done by them, and the two did not have such ability.

”You convinced Pippi?” Albert asked, raising his eyebrows.

”We promised to provide Pippi with some interesting gadgets.” Fred blinked his innocent little eyes. ”Anyway, we have to tease students and everyone is the same, don't you think?”

Albert was speechless, and this is indeed true. For Pippy, Hogwarts students are not divided into four colleges, and they are all students anyway.

It turns out that Albert's idea was right. In the next few days, when many people ate in the auditorium, their lips were inexplicably swollen into funny sausage mouths.