The cold wind blew up sleet, which slapped against the window glass. The chill filled the air around the castle, and as the cold current penetrated into the castle, many students caught colds.
If this cold wave had arrived a week earlier, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin would probably have been less troublesome.
Even in such weather, the Quidditch match will not be cancelled. As a result, all the players will be shivering in such weather, and no one will be willing to make trouble.
In the cold corridor, three figures hurried in. They looked around furtively, and after making sure that there was no one around, they quickly passed by the stone walls three times, pushed the wooden door that appeared on the wall and walked in.
As soon as I stepped into the door, a warm breath mixed with a faint milky aroma hit me in the face. On the other side of the door was a bright, warm and comfortable room, with a thick carpet on the floor and a blazing fire in the fireplace.
By the fireplace, a familiar figure was sitting in an armchair, and on the small round table in front of the man was a cup of steaming milk tea.
"Aren't you sick?"
Fred looked at his ruddy-faced roommate in front of him, was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion.
"Well, I just had Madam Pomfrey heal me."
Former patient Albert sat there, staring at the parchment in his hand, and said without raising his head, "Anyway, it doesn't matter whether I take History of Magic or not, as long as I don't do too badly in the exam."
"Why am I not the one who is sick?" George was very jealous of Albert's treatment. He also wanted to be sick and find an excuse to skip class.
Honestly speaking, History of Magic is recognized by all students as the most boring course of all subjects. The ghost Mr. Binns has probably lived too long, his thinking has become very rigid, and his lectures are extremely boring, even to the point of being hypnotic, always making people drowsy.
"You can study how to find a suitable excuse to legally skip class." Albert said without hesitation.
"It's a rare thing to hear you say that!" Fred couldn't help but mutter. "What excuse do you think I should give you? Don't tell me you have diarrhea. I don't want to use strong laxatives at all. I have never forgotten the miserable plight of that unfortunate Marcus McLaggen."
While Fred was talking, George pulled out the photo that had been treated with developing chemicals from his pocket, and on it was Marcus McLaggen's dark history.
The three of them looked at the guy in the photo and couldn't help laughing again.
"Aren't you afraid that Marcus McLaggen will find out that it's you who are behind this?" Albert was speechless. Carrying evidence with you at all times is the way to go. Do you really want to cause trouble
"Oh, okay. Next time, I'll put it in the frame." Fred winked. "Tell me what potion is best for skipping classes. Any suggestions?"
"Give yourself a stomachache?" Lee Jordan listed several symptoms of illness: "How about nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, nosebleed, fever, cold?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Have you ever seen anyone make himself sick just to skip classes?" George shook his head and rejected it. He was not the kind of person who would harm himself just to skip classes.
"Unless we can find an antidote that can quickly resolve the symptoms in a short period of time." Fred's eyes suddenly lit up as he spoke. He took out a quill and wrote this down. "If this can really be done, I think it will be a big seller. I guess a lot of people in Hogwarts will buy it."
"Oh, by the way, did you almost forget what you were going to say?"
"What's the matter?" Albert asked.
"Kenneth Toller has been put in detention by Filch!" Fred and George looked at each other and said in unison, "He was caught by Filch using dung bombs in school, and now the poor guy is being ordered by Filch to clean up the traces of dung bombs in the corridor with a mop."
"You did it?" Albert raised his eyebrows. He knew the reason even if he used his knees to think.
"Of course. We have been practicing the Disillusionment Charm. Now we won't be discovered easily." George secretly played a trick on Kenneth Toller and was in a particularly good mood.
"I think they might be able to guess who did it," Albert reminded, "if he's careful enough."
"We don't think Kenneth Toler has your brains." The twins were not at all worried about being discovered by the other party that they were the ones behind the trick.
"What are you doing?" Lee Jordan stared at the silver parts on the table and couldn't help asking. He had been wanting to ask since just now. Lee Jordan felt that Albert seemed to be making some interesting magic props again.
"A magic item for self-defense. It can knock someone out when they are completely unprepared." Albert was piecing together a three-layer set. The shape of this thing really looked like a lighter. With a gentle push, it would open, revealing a strange honeycomb-shaped cylinder. The inside of the cylinder would be expanded by the Traceless Extension Spell to hold pickled mandrake roots.
Of course, this thing is just a shell now.
Albert tried it again and found that there was no jamming. He then took the parts apart one by one and put them back into the box.
He called this black magic item the Banshee's Wail, and there was only one step left to complete, which was to put the salted mandrake root into the device. As long as it was confirmed that the device could contain and control the mandrake root, it would be a successful and practical prop.
Of course, it is also very troublesome to use. You must bring earplugs with you in advance, otherwise you will be in trouble.
After all, the cry of the Mandrake roots is an indiscriminate attack.
"Knock others out?" George asked in confusion, "You can cast a Stunning Spell on others."
"No, I call it the Banshee's Wail."
"You wouldn't have hidden a banshee in there!" Lee Jordan joked.
"almost."
"You really intend to hide a banshee in there."
"The principle is similar, using sound to make other people faint."
"When you're done, remember to let me try it."
"Are you sure?" Albert's expression suddenly became a little strange. "Well, since you want to be the first to try it, I don't mind. Originally, I was going to test its power myself, but since you are willing to sacrifice yourself."
"Dare to sacrifice? It won't be dangerous!" George was frightened by Albert's words.
"Probably not. At most you will be unconscious for a few hours." Albert said uncertainly.
"Your words don't sound very credible to me. I feel like you got something very dangerous." Fred muttered, "By the way, do you have any good suggestions for potions for skipping classes?"
"How about finding some medicines that will cause stomachache, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, nosebleed, fever, and cold, and then resolve the symptoms through detoxification?" Albert suggested.
"Are you trying to persuade someone to take poison?"
The three of them were shocked by Albert's audacity. Was he trying to skip class and risk his life
"Of course, dilute the poison. You just want various symptoms." Albert stuffed the box into the leather bag of the deformed lizard, ready to find an opportunity to create the Banshee's Wail.
"For example?"
"How would I know? You can look it up in the Herbology book. There are many dangerous plants in it. There are many plants in the greenhouse of Hogwarts. Find the corresponding symptoms and the detoxification method. Then you can try to make a potion for skipping classes yourself."
The twins looked at each other, and for some reason they felt that what Albert said made sense.
However, achieving this is not as easy as it sounds, which means that they need to put a lot of effort in the Herbology class and the annoying Potions class.
Moreover, after the potion is made, it is not the end of the job. They still need to test the efficacy, and they must eat what they make first. It’s a bit creepy just thinking about it.
"For the sake of dreams and Galleons, some sacrifice is necessary." Albert patted the two men on the shoulders and said, "Close your eyes and think about it. By then, you can definitely make a lot of Galleons with this."