The Alchemist of Harry Potter

As soon as Fred got up from the bed, he couldn't help shivering, and quickly picked up the clothes and put them on himself. When I glanced at the dormitory inadvertently, I saw that a bed was already empty.

"Didn't Albert come back yesterday?" Fred muttered, putting his robe over his body, "I don't think he wants to stay at school anymore."

"If you're envious, quickly soak someone." George, who was dressed, pushed open the window and let the outside wind blow in, to disperse the dull air in the room, "After everyone graduates from school, I want to chase each other again. It will be much harder to get it than it is now.”

"Damn, it's so cold, can't you close the **** windows before I get up?"

Lee Jordan, who was just about to get up from the bed, was blown by the cold wind. After shivering, he got back into the bed again.

Since November has passed, the temperature in the castle has dropped so much, even though today is a rare good weather, it is still frighteningly cold outside, and a thick layer of hoarfrost is frozen on the trees.

"Sorry, sorry, I thought you won't get up until later." George closed the window, picked up the wand on the table and tapped the kettle on the table. After the water in it was boiled, he poured a cup of hot water for Lee Jordan.

"What about yourself?" Fred turned his head and asked, "Any girl you like?"

"It's not, it's going to be smooth and natural!" George shrugged, not particularly concerned. After realizing that Fred had been staring at him suspiciously, he quickly changed the topic, "I just hope that today's Quidditch match can end as soon as possible. I'm a little worried that Ron will not be able to bear the pressure."

"Don't worry, as long as Harry uses that thing, I think the game should be over soon, and you should worry about whether Harry is willing to use it." Lee Jordan was not ashamed that they were about to cheat and win, he believed If Slytherin can get such good things, he will never be stingy. The pursuit of victory by any means has always been the patent of Slytherin.

"It's okay, just don't let Harry know."

George had already figured out a way, he poured himself a cup of hot water, smiled and raised the cup towards Lee Jordan and said, "When the time comes, I'll prepare them the pumpkin juice that is sure to win, before the game. Just drink it."

Saying that, he took the cup and touched Lee Jordan's cup lightly.

After a brief wash, the three of them came to the Gryffindor common room and were warmly welcomed by the students. Everyone was eager for the Gryffindor team to defeat the Slytherin team and humiliated those haters as winners. Slytherin student.

Who made Slytherin students do so many hateful things these days.

They left the common room surrounded by the crowd, and when they went through the secret passage to the hall, Fred suddenly said, "You said what would happen if we lost?"

"They'll probably be disappointed!" George glanced at Fred and said confidently: "We've never lost to the Slytherins, and we won't lose, let alone do you think we'll lose?"

"I always think the Slytherin team might be doing something. They always like to do something off the court." Fred raised his eyebrows, "not to mention the toads."

"You mean Albert's prophecy?" Lee Jordan asked.

"It's only recently that you suspect Harry has been suspended." George understood.

"If Toad wants to do something, find an opportunity to bring her down." Fred said without hesitation.

This is an effective way to deal with toads that they learned from Albert, and it is best not to expect to reason with each other.

As long as people are sent to the hospital, many problems can be solved from the source.

"It was discovered by others," George warned.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was more enthusiastic, that is, the smell of gunpowder was stronger.

Gryffindor and Slytherin students, all wearing their house's signature scarves, gathered in twos and threes to discuss the upcoming match.

There are upperclassmen who have opened the market going back and forth between the various colleges, trying to convince more students to bet, Gryffindor and Slytherin are their potential customers, even students who don't like gambling will take a few coins in token form. Special pressure's own academy wins.

When the three passed by the long Slytherin table, several Slytherin students gave them a malicious smile, and even stretched their feet to try to trip people, which was full of provocation.

"The last dying struggle."

Fred looked at the man's feet with a very strange expression. The three quickly exchanged glances, raised their feet together, and prepared to send the idiot to the school hospital.

The outstretched leg shrank back in fright.

"If only Slytherins were such idiots," Fred sneered in a voice that everyone else could hear around him, "Don't stare at Monta, your eyes are about to pop out of their sockets. "

"Wow, look what I found?" George's eyes fell on the silver crown badges on the chests of the other Slytherin students, and he read the writing softly: "I am flattered that Weasley is our king. "

"Honestly, I prefer this." Fred smiled and took out his wand from his pocket and waved at the silver badge on the chest of the boy next to Monty, "Weasley is our king" Weasley is our dad."

"Look, this is much better." Fred put away his wand and nodded in satisfaction.

"Although it's frustrating to have a bunch of unproductive sons, we will do our best to educate you so that you don't go astray." The twins looked at each other and said in unison.

The Gryffindor students next door couldn't help but laugh, happy to see the Slytherin students slump en masse.

Without giving the angry Slytherin students time to react, the three walked away happily.

Angrily, Monty threw the badge at the Weasleys, only to be caught by Fred.

"I'm your dad." Fred smiled and stuffed the badge back into his pocket.

"What do you think they mean?" George didn't think it would be a good thing, at least the things Slytherin made were not good.

"Who knows." Fred shrugged.

"I know who made this." Lee Jordan motioned them to look somewhere, where Draco Malfoy was humming a tune, handing out badges to Slytherin students.

"Weasley was born in a dumpster..."

"I knew there was nothing good."

If Albert is here, 80% of the time he can turn all Slytherin badges into his hands, which will definitely be very interesting.

It's a pity that Fred's transformation level can't do this level.

"Did you bring that stuff?" Fred muttered.

"Better don't let Ron hear that," George muttered, and he quietly took a small ball out of his pocket and let it slip onto the ground and roll towards Malfoy's feet.

"Your younger brother not only lacks experience and confidence, but also has poor psychological quality." Lee Jordan glanced at Ron, who was pale and dull-eyed not far away, and shook his head. , the mentality is much stronger than Ron.

Black smoke suddenly exploded from the Slytherin table, causing a commotion.

Malfoy, who was talking excitedly, was covering his mouth and coughing again and again, and his whole body was painted with a layer of darkness, and even the two around him were unlucky.

After a brief silence in the hall, there was a burst of laughter.

The three looked at the three who left in a hurry, exchanged glances with each other, and showed a happy smile.

"Good morning Harry."

Fred sat down next to Harry and greeted him with a smile, "What's wrong with Ron?"

"He's just a little nervous," Harry said helplessly.

"I can't play at all," said Ron dully.

"It's really embarrassing for us."

"You're mentally weak," said George, picking up the slice of bread. "Maybe you should experience more. I suggest you get up at night and play hide-and-seek with Filch."

"Or, you should go to the Forbidden Forest to play with those big spiders, where you can exercise your psychological quality." Fred took the marmalade and began to spread it on the slices of bread.

"Can't you just say a few words less?" Ginny stared at Fred, George, and Lee Jordan in dissatisfaction.

"They're just making excuses for breaking school rules." Hermione glared at Fred and George dissatisfied.

"His appearance is completely lack of exercise." Li Jordan interjected, "should have a strong psychological quality and a thick skin like us."

"You're the only one with thick skin." Fred looked like he wanted to draw a line with Lee Jordan.

"Ginny, how did the tryout feel?" George quickly changed the subject.

"It's okay. I plan to sign up next year. Just after Angelina and Alia graduated, the Chaser position will be vacated." Ginny is very confident in her golf skills.

"That's good." George took out a bottle of pumpkin juice from his pocket and said to Harry with a smile, "This is a good thing I got from Albert."

"A bottle of pumpkin juice?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"The pumpkin juice that will give us victory," Fred added.

"Should there be something added to it?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"That's not allowed, Hermione." George turned his head to Harry, "I remember you have tranquilizers there, give Ron something to calm him down, he can't play like this. ."

"I almost forgot about this thing." Harry took the tranquilizer he carried with him from his pocket and poured two tranquilizers out of it.

Normally, one pill is enough, but depending on Ron's situation, two pills may be safer.

Hermione was a little speechless. She found that Harry seemed to be addicted to tranquilizers recently, and she often saw him take out a pill bottle and give herself a pill.

"Come on, Ron, take the tranquilizer and you won't be nervous." Harry handed the pill to Ron.

"Eat this together by the way." Li Jordan took out two pill bottles from his pocket, poured a pill out of them and handed it to Ron.

"what is this?"

"Energy tonic." George gestured to Lee Jordan to give Harry one too. "We estimate that Ron's poor mental quality will make him so nervous that he can't even eat, so we specially prepared a good thing for him."

"Will this thing break the rules?" Hermione asked curiously, she found that Albert had made a lot of candy with this strange effect.

"Certainly not, let alone we don't eat during the game." George reminded.

"Come on Ron and eat this."

Ron stared blankly at the pills Harry handed over, hesitating for a moment, then shoved them into his mouth and swallowed them.

The effect of the medicine is quite remarkable. The original pale complexion looks a little better, but the whole person still looks a little dumb.

"You feel better?"

Harry looked at his medicine, and then at Ron's reaction. In the past, he could calm down quickly after taking one pill. Why did Ron take two pills and the effect didn't seem to be very good. He was a little suspicious that Ron took it. Tranquilizers are like fakes.

"It's better," Ron muttered.

"After everyone is ready," Angelina said to Harry and the others, looking at the Slytherin table with disgust, "we'd better go directly to the court and not fall into the conspiracy of some people."

"We'll be there in a minute," Harry nodded, following Angelina's gaze. "Ron needs some breakfast, he won't have a physical competition later."

"I'm just a piece of shit."

"Don't worry, Albert is the best at using waste." George looked at Ron's appearance and said to Harry, "Give him a few more tranquilizers, and give him more energy tonics, which he probably eats in the morning. No more stuff left."

"Is it really okay?" Hermione was a little worried about Ron's situation.

"Definitely no problem."

Slytherin Academy obviously did not intend to give the other party a chance to slip away, and had already begun to hum the song "Weasley is our King", and Ron, who had just recovered some blood, turned even paler.

"Ignore them," Angelina shouted. "Beat them, slap them in the face with facts, and shut them up completely."

"Then go over there and eat, let's go, don't worry about them, they are a group of defeated men." Harry grabbed a few pieces of bread from the table and stuffed it into his pocket, grabbed another glass of juice and pulled Ron out. Heading off, he was going to give Ron a few more sedatives later.

Fred and George are right, Ron's mental quality is indeed a bit bad.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Hermione said with disgust, "You guys are disgusting."

Hermione walked away annoyed.

She knew that Ron wasn't that bad, and as long as he could overcome his stage fright, he could definitely be a goalkeeper.

"Don't use that kind of tricks that don't work, let's make a bet." George looked at the Slytherin team members, smiled and said, "Twenty Galleons, just bet your house team to win the game, I think No one feels like their academy team is going to lose."

"This is really a brilliant idea. If you win, you can use the opponent's Galleon to have a celebration banquet. I don't think there is anything more enjoyable than this." Fred echoed ~www.mtl.com~ How about, Want to gamble? Or are you afraid? "

"How can we be sure that you won't go back on your debts?"

Mengtai narrowed his eyes, he smelled a strong conspiracy, but if the other party proposed, there must be nothing good, but not agreeing is equivalent to admitting counsel, and directly let his captain not be able to step down.

However, twenty Galleons is a lot of money for most students, and he doesn't want to lose a lot of pocket money.

"We can give Galleon to someone in advance to ensure that the winner can get the money." The maliciousness on George's face became more obvious, "Just Diggory, he has a good reputation and can ensure that the winner can get the money. Galleon."

Having said that, Lee Jordan turned his head to the Gryffindor students behind him and said, "Whoever wants to participate, we will pay for the insufficient part ourselves."

There are quite a few students who pay for it, and as Fred said, there's nothing more enjoyable than having a nasty Galleon to a celebration party.This chapter is updated by ɴovel(F)ɪre

The most important thing is that I don't need to spend much money anyway, and I can still disgust the nasty **** of Slytherin Academy.

As for failure, they never lost to the Slytherin team, not to mention, the Weasley brothers are not afraid of failure, they are afraid of shit.

Looking at the Gryffindor students who actively signed up, Monta's face became more and more ugly. He turned his head to discuss with the other team members, and after a while shouted loudly, "Whoever participates, the team will make up for it."

No matter what, you must follow, at least not in terms of momentum, let alone no one thinks that they will lose, at least not the Slytherin team.

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