Chapter 291： Be cruel to yourself (1/2)

The cold wind rolled up the sleet and crackled the window glass. The cold air permeated the castle. As this cold current penetrated into the castle, many students caught a cold.

If this cold snap arrives a week earlier, the Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin will probably not be so troublesome.

Even in this weather, the Quidditch game will still not be cancelled. As you can imagine, all the players will tremble in this weather, and it is estimated that no one will have so much thought to make trouble.

In the cold corridor, three figures hurriedly rushed in. They looked around sneakily, making sure that there was no one around, and then quickly passed the stone wall three times and pushed the wooden door that appeared on the wall to walk in.

As soon as he stepped into the door, a warm breath mixed with a touch of milk rushed towards him. On the other side of the door, there was a bright, warm and comfortable room. There was a thick carpet on the ground, and a roaring flame was burning in the fireplace.

By the fireplace, a familiar figure was sitting in an armchair, and a cup of steaming milk tea was placed on a small round table in front of the man.

”Aren't you sick?”

Fred looked at the flushed roommate in front of him, froze for a moment, and asked inexplicably.

”Well, Madam Pomfrey was cured just now.”

The former patient Albert sat there, staring at the parchment in his hand, and said without looking up, ”Anyway, it doesn't matter if you don't go to the history of magic, just don't be too bad in the exam.”

”Why is it not me who is sick!” George was jealous of Albert's treatment. He wanted to be sick and wanted to find an excuse to skip class.

To be honest, the history of magic is recognized by all students as the most boring course in all subjects. Mr. Binns, the ghost, probably lived too long, his thinking is so rigid, his lectures are super boring, and even hypnotic, which always makes people drowsy. sleep.

”You can study how to find a suitable excuse to legally skip class.” Albert said without hesitation.

”It's really rare to hear this from your mouth!” Fred couldn't help muttering, ”You said it would be better to make an excuse, don't you tell me about diarrhea? I don't want to use strong laxatives at all. I have never forgotten the tragic situation of Marcus McLagen.”

When Fred was talking, George took out the photo that had been treated with the developing potion from his pocket, and it was the dark history of Marcus McLagen.

The three of them looked at the guy in the photo and couldn't help but laugh.

”You are not afraid of being discovered by Marcus McLagen that you are making a ghost?” Albert was speechless at any time, and he always made a fuss with justification. Do you want to make trouble like that?

”Oh, all right. Next time, I will put it in the frame.” Fred blinked. ”Tell me what kind of potion is better to skip class, any good suggestions?”

”Let my stomach hurt?” Lee Jordan said of several symptoms of illness: ”How about nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, nosebleeds, fever, cold?”

”Don't be kidding, you see someone who made himself sick for skipping class.” George shook his head and vetoed it. He wasn't a cruel man who even harmed himself for skipping class.

”Unless, I can find an antidote that can quickly resolve the symptoms in a short period of time.” As Fred said, his eyes suddenly lighted up, and he took out a quill pen to write this down, ”If I can do it, I feel very Best-selling. Hogwarts estimates that a large group of people will buy.”

”By the way, I almost forgot what I wanted to say?”

”What's the matter?” Albert asked.

”Kenneth Toller has been confined by Filch!” Fred and George looked at each other and said in unison, ”He was caught by Filch using big dung eggs in school, and now that hapless guy is being charged. Erqi ordered to use a mop to clean the traces of the big dung bomb in the corridor.”

”You did it?” Albert raised his eyebrows, knowing the reason even with his knees.

”Of course, we have been practicing the phantom spell, and now it will not be easily discovered.” George secretly gave Kenneth Toller a hand, and he was very happy.

”I think they might guess who did it.” Albert reminded, ”if he is careful.”

”We don't think Kenneth Toller has your brains.” The twins are not worried about being found out by the other party.

”What are you doing?” Lee Jordan stared at the silver parts on the table and couldn't help but ask. He has been wanting to ask since just now, Lee Jordan felt that Albert seemed to be making interesting magic props.