At the end of January, the weather still showed no signs of warming up.
When he 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's casual conversation, Albert always felt that something bad was going to happen.
Albert was eating bread and corn soup, chatting with Lee Jordan about the registration for the wizard card game. Suddenly, he saw Charlie walking towards him in a hurry, obviously looking for Fred and George who had been detained several times.
"You've missed several Quidditch practices." Charlie glared at his brothers in dissatisfaction and reminded them, "There's not much time left until the next Quidditch match. We lost once. If we lose again this time, we'll be completely out of this year's..."
"Charlie, we didn't do it on purpose." George put down the spoon, looked up at Charlie, his face full of helplessness.
"That's a last resort." Fred quickly agreed: "If we have a choice, we would rather go to the Quidditch field to practice than face Snape."
I don't know why, but this sounds particularly convincing.
"Okay, but you can't miss the next training session." Charlie was persuaded by the two.
Few students were willing to be put in detention by Snape. Even Slytherin students had to withstand a lot of pressure when facing their head of house.
"We will train hard." Fred and George said in unison.
"Guys, you will never guess what I just saw." Wood ran over breathlessly, ready to tell everyone an interesting news.
"What did you see?"
"I just met Marcus Flint. I don't know what happened to his lips. They were swollen like sausages. You didn't see him covering his lips with his hands. He looked ashamed to face people. Oh, no, let me laugh."
"Where is he?" Charlie also wanted to go over and watch to see how miserable his old rival was.
"He covered his lips and ran to the school hospital." Wood finally stopped laughing, raised his hand and gestured to everyone, describing Marcus Flint's misfortune in a vivid and emotional way.
There's nothing more satisfying than seeing someone you hate get into trouble.
At this moment, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Albert followed everyone's gaze and saw a Hufflepuff girl covering her lips with her hand and quickly fleeing the auditorium.
After a brief laugh, everyone started whispering about who was behind the prank.
After Albert finished the steak on the plate, he glanced at George, who was sitting opposite him with an equally expressionless face. George seemed to sense Albert's gaze, shrugged his shoulders, and said innocently that they did not do it.
"You actually succeeded?" Albert was very curious about how Fred and George added ingredients to Marcus Flint's food.
"It was Peeves who did it. It has nothing to do with us!" Fred looked innocent, saying that they really didn't do it and that they didn't have the ability to do so.
"Did you convince Peeves?" Albert asked with a raised eyebrow.
"We promised to provide Peeves with some interesting little things." Fred blinked his innocent eyes. "Anyway, we have to play tricks on students, so it doesn't matter who we play tricks on, right?"
Albert was speechless. This was indeed true. To Peeves, all students at Hogwarts were students regardless of the four major colleges.
It turned out that Albert's idea was right. In the next few days, many people's lips inexplicably swelled into funny sausage-shaped lips while dining in the auditorium.
The students of Hogwarts were very uneasy because they couldn't find the reason. They were all afraid that one day it would be their turn to be unlucky.
Professor Sprout even made a point to check the school's kitchen, but it was clearly not a house-elves problem.
One day, everyone finally discovered the reason.
There was nothing they could do, since Peeves was humming a weird tune and sprinkling strange seasonings on the steaks they were eating.
Many people have seen with their own eyes that students who ate the steaks with added ingredients soon had their lips swelled up like sausages.
Then, the matter completely exploded.
Everyone began to denounce Peeves, but it was of no use because Peeves had done more pranks than once or twice.
Filch wanted to take this opportunity to drive Peeves, who often opposed him, out of Hogwarts, but he failed in the end.
Among the administrators of Hogwarts throughout the ages, there were many wizards who wanted to drive away Peeves, but none of them succeeded, let alone Filch who was unable to use magic.
"How much of that stuff did you give Peeves?" Albert glanced at Fred who was hit again, and asked in a low voice when no one was paying attention.
He just got into trouble too.
Fortunately, after Albert discovered that many people were infected, he prepared anti-edema agents in advance, so when any abnormalities occurred, the problem was nipped in the bud.
"There's only that bottle, and it should be almost used up." George said uncertainly.
"We didn't expect that bottle of seasoning to last so long." Fred was also very depressed. In recent days, he had accidentally eaten food with added seasoning several times.
It's all your own fault.
When Peeves goes crazy, it's really unbearable.
"Don't forget, according to the agreement, you still have to provide Peeves with a bag of dung bombs." Lee Jordan reminded him depressedly, his lips were also swollen.
"Aren't you worried that the professors will investigate who gave Peeves the bottle of seasoning?" Albert looked at the twins helplessly. Peeves' method of adding seasoning to food has become more sophisticated, making it completely impossible to guard against.
However, it turned out that Albert's worries were completely unnecessary.
The students at Hogwarts never suspected other students of this, and they were almost driven crazy by Peeves. When eating, they always had to be careful to avoid eating something that Peeves had added ingredients to.
Madam Pomfrey was also almost driven crazy. Students with swollen lips showed up in the school hospital one after another. The head aide asked Professor Snape to prepare a large amount of anti-inflammatory drugs, and also specifically reminded everyone that if they encountered such a situation again, they should go to the school hospital to get anti-inflammatory drugs.
Now, everyone knows that to get rid of sausage mouth and avoid making a fool of oneself, one only needs to use a small amount of detumescence agent after realizing that one has been afflicted. This will perfectly solve the problem. They no longer need to guard against Peeves' pranks.
The school hospital naturally has a lot of anti-swelling agents, but they can only be used after being infected. There are actually quite a few wizards who can really prepare this kind of potion, but many people's potion level is very average, as can be seen from the fact that they dare not drink the potion they prepare.
As a result, anti-swelling agents suddenly became popular in the black market at Hogwarts.