"Um... Albert, I suddenly have a good idea."
At night, in the Gryffindor common room, Fred, who was busy doing his homework, suddenly looked up and said.
"What's a good idea?" Albert asked without looking up.
“I got an idea from Fat Lips Seasoning.”
"Fat Lip Seasoning?" Albert was a little surprised to hear this name. He frowned slightly and asked, "Aren't you doing a paper on the freezing spell?"
"Ahem, that... I mean the Fat Tongue Candy." Fred picked up a multi-flavor bean and put it in his mouth, his eyes shining.
"Nothing new," Lee Jordan commented.
"Shut up and listen to me." Fred couldn't help but glared at Lee Jordan and continued to explain, "Since swelling agents can be added, why can't it be swelling agents or swelling magic?"
"Expansion magic?"
Albert looked up at Fred. The simplest way was to add expanders to the candy, which would have a similar effect to expansion magic, but he was not sure if there was such a potion. As for expansion magic? He felt that Fred and George could not do it at their current level, and even he did not have a good way to do it for the time being.
"So, you want me to help you complete it?" Albert raised his eyebrows and asked back.
Both of them were a little embarrassed at once, and it was obvious that this was what he meant.
"You don't want to open a joke shop, do you? If so, then find a way to turn your ideas into reality. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to own a joke shop of your own." Albert reminded, "After all, the interesting items in the joke shop need to be created by you, right?"
"Oh, okay." Fred responded casually, a little discouraged.
"Tell me what you think." George was very interested.
A few minutes later, Albert said unhappily, "Why don't you just say that after eating the candy, the whole person swells up like a balloon?"
"I think the tongue is more interesting." Fred opened his mouth wide, and imitated the action of sticking out the tongue and panting. "It would be best if the tongue could get bigger and bigger."
"Are you a devil?"
"Don't drool," Lee Jordan complained.
"I think it's more interesting to become a balloon."
"It's relatively simple to cast a spell directly, but to turn it into candy, I'm afraid I can only rely on potions or other methods." Albert said, "Also, have you considered the dangers of these joke props?"
"Is it dangerous?" George obviously didn't think so. "Most adult wizards can easily remove the expansion magic."
"Yes, it's just a fun joke prop. There won't be any other problems as long as it doesn't flow into the Muggle world." Fred agreed.
Magic is undoubtedly dangerous to ordinary people. Even an ordinary prank can bring disaster to them. For example, the inflation spell. Once a person is blown up, without the help of magic, his life is probably over. But for wizards who can do magic, it may just be a fun joke.
At this moment, Albert suddenly understood why the Ministry of Magic prohibited underage wizards from using magic outside of school.
Once something bad happens, people from the Ministry of Magic will need to come and help clean up the mess. Once there is too much noise, it will be even more troublesome. In a wizard's family, the child's parents will naturally solve these problems themselves.
"Could it be that you guys made that thing?" Angelina stared at the guys in front of her suspiciously. From what they were discussing just now, it was really possible. And that guy was the most suspicious.
Angelina looked at Albert with suspicion, who was still flipping through the brick book in his hand.
"By the way, do you know? The price of anti-swelling agents on the black market has risen again." Sana suddenly changed the subject.
"Black market, damn it, why didn't I think of it!" Fred heard Sana talking about the anti-edema agent and was quite annoyed that he didn't think of this way to make money.
"Come on, I'm sure no one would dare to drink the detumescent medicine you brewed." Sana couldn't help but rolled her eyes at Fred. "If it was Albert, it would be fine, but if it's you, no one would dare to buy it. What if they get poisoned after drinking it?"
"My potion is still very good." Fred immediately argued.
"I remember that you failed your last Potions assignment and were put in detention by Professor Snape." Angelina, who was playing wizard cards with Sana, bluntly exposed Fred's lie.
"Is it true that someone would get poisoned after using anti-swelling agents?" Angelina was very curious about what level of skill it would take to turn an anti-swelling agent into poison
"If a potion is prepared incorrectly, it can turn into a pot of poison. Swelling reducers are no exception. Otherwise, the swelling reducers on the Hogwarts black market wouldn't be so popular." Albert was not surprised. "Who knows, some unlucky person might get poisoned after drinking the potion he prepared!"
"Shut up and stop talking nonsense!" George said.
"Ah, it's too late." Lee Jordan put his hands to his face, looking like all was lost.
"What's wrong with you?" Alia looked at the three of them in confusion.
"Don't you know that what Albert says is more accurate than his predictions?" Fred explained, "Especially when it comes to bad things, they always come true."
It turns out that Albert's words were really poisonous.
The next day, a third-year Hufflepuff student was sent directly to the school hospital after showing symptoms of mild poisoning due to the use of a detumescent drug that he had prepared himself.
Snape was so angry when he heard this. Seeing that his student was poisoned by drinking the potion he brewed, he threatened to put him in solitary confinement for a month after he recovered from the illness.
That idiot totally disgraced him.
"Am I right?" Fred said helplessly to the stunned Angelina, and then prepared to continue studying the formula of the anti-edema agent. He had not given up the idea of selling the anti-edema agent to make money.
"I think you should recite the Golanfindo team will win every day now." Angelina said to Albert seriously.
"I don't think you can win!"
"Shut up, bastard, don't say such things!" George covered Albert's mouth with his hand, trying to make him swallow his words back.
"If we really lose, it will definitely be Albert's fault." Fred looked sad.
"Okay, stop messing around." Albert interrupted the few people who were about to say something, "Give up, there is no shortage of anti-swelling agents in the black market, and even if you can really succeed, you can't make much money, so don't mess around anymore.
"How much is a bottle of anti-swelling agent?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.
"Three Sickles a bottle." It was Alia who answered them. She pulled out a glass bottle of detumescent agent from her pocket. "This stuff was very popular on the black market a while ago."
Ever since Madam Pomfrey told everyone the secret of lips swollen like sausages, many people carry a bottle of anti-swelling agent with them to prevent themselves from being accidentally affected. No one wants to be laughed at by others.
"Why does this mark look familiar?" Lee Jordan looked at the AA mark on the bottle.
"AA?"
Everyone looked at Albert.
"Well, I made a big pot last time, kept a bottle for myself, gave some to others, and sold the rest." Albert did not hide it. In fact, he originally did not intend to sell the swelling-reducing agent. Later, one time he was also caught, and after he took out the medicine to reduce the swelling, someone asked him where he got it from, and then... Albert casually set a price and sold the swelling-reducing agent to them.
Of course, the glass bottles used for potions come from Transfiguration and the Cloning Charm.
"Wow, you didn't tell us about the black market?"
There is a black market in Hogwarts, and some students occasionally trade contraband items with each other through the black market, such as some things from Zuko's shop, or some illegal potions and prank gadgets.
Of course, there are also books on dark magic, and occasionally someone will ask for help in preparing some intelligence-enhancing drugs.
However, this potion can be easily detected during exams, and there are a few unlucky people like this in Hogwarts every year.