Chapter 858

"Well, let's do Snape's homework first How about it? " Ron said suspiciously, putting his quill into the ink bottle. "These things are about Moonstone, and its role is in the making of every potion."

He mumbled and wrote what he said from the top of the parchment.

"Here," he underlined the inscription and looked at Hermione with an expectant look. "So, what is the composition of Moonstone and how to use it in making potions?"

But Hermione wasn't listening. Her eyes drifted to the far corner of the room. Fred, George and Lee Jordan are sitting in the middle of a group of freshmen who are chewing on what Fred is holding in his hand.

"The effect of Moonstone is not very powerful. Generally, there are magic potions about lunar feldspar. A bottle needs about half a standard moon feldspar powder, which is added in the middle of boiling to neutralize the medicine..." Seeing that Hermione was not in a mood, Fanlin bowed his head and answered, "this is the basic knowledge, which is available in the second grade potion Textbook..."

"No, it can't. They're going too far." Said Hermione suddenly, standing up with a look of fury.

"Come on, Fanlin..."

"I What are you doing? " Van Lim was a little stunned. He didn't notice the change of Hermione's look, and Ron was diligently writing van Lin's words on his parchment.

"And you, Ron, we have to stop them." Hermione said that in a flash she had the dignity of a prefect.

Van leen looked into the distance, only then did he realize that everyone was almost back, while Fred and George were searching for the bad guys among the rest of Gryffindor.

"You know very well that they are selling snake cutting boxes, or emetics, or"

"psychedelic drugs?" Harry hinted in a whisper.

As if by an invisible stick on the head, freshmen one by one suddenly collapsed on the seat, on the floor, their tongues curled.

Most of the onlookers were laughing, but Hermione was silent, directing from where Fred and George were standing on the clipboard, watching the unconscious freshmen closely.

Ron rose from his chair, hesitated, and murmured to Harry.

"She messed up everything." Then he sat down deeply in the chair.

"That's enough." Hermione told Fred and George that they both looked a little surprised.

"Yes, you're right," George said, nodding. "It's strong enough, isn't it?"

"I told you in the morning that you can't test your garbage on students."

"We paid them." Said Fred indignantly.

"I don't care about that. It's very dangerous."

"And garbage?"

"Quiet, Hermione. They're all right." Li said comfortingly as he walked past the first graders, putting the purple candy in their open mouths.

"Yes, look, they wake up." Said George.

Many freshmen are confused. Many people seem surprised to find themselves lying on the ground or rocking in their chairs.

Van Gogh and Fred are not sure what's going to happen to them.

"How are you feeling?" George gently asked a little dark haired girl who was lying on his feet.

"I, I think so," she said, wobbly.

"Perfect," Fred was very happy, but the next second Hermione had taken the snake cutting box and the vomit out of his hand.

"It's not perfect!"

"But it is, and they are still alive, aren't they?" Said Fred angrily.

"You can't do that. What if you make one of them sick?"

"We don't want them to get sick, we've tried it on ourselves, it's just testing whether everyone responds the same way."

"If you don't stop, I'll..."

"Shut us up?" Fred asked, in a tone of "try it out.".

"Punish us for copying?" George said, laughing triumphantly.

All the onlookers in the room laughed. Hermione straightened up, her eyes narrowed, and her soft hair looked as if it had burst.

Van Lin winked at Hermione's side, motioning Fred and George not to challenge Hermione's temper.

But it didn't make any sense. In the case of Fred and George, van Lin still summed up some useful things. To be wise is the king's way.

What else can I do?

Tell Hermione, Fred and George that he provided some of the money and most of the technology?

But Fred obviously didn't care. Hermione was so familiar.

"No," said Hermione firmly, her voice trembling with anger, "but I'll write to your mother.""Oh, Hermione, you won't," George said, taking a step away from her.

"Oh, yes, I will," said Hermione sternly. "I can't forbid you to eat these stupid things, but you can't give them to freshmen."

Fred and George seem to have been shocked. Obviously, just as they were concerned, Hermione's threat had its cards in the cards.

Hermione finally gave them a threatening look, throwing the snake cutting box and bag back into his hand and back to her chair by the fire.

Ron shrank in his seat, his nose rubbing against his knees.

"Thank you, Ron," Hermione said sarcastically.

"You do it yourself." Grunted Ron.

"And you, Fanlin..." Hermione said angrily, "you have to take responsibility. They are only freshmen, and you are the president of the student union..."

"Well, well!" Fanlin quickly agreed, in fact, he is really useless as the president of the student union, at least until now, Fanlin has not understood what he wants to do?

Hermione looked at her black parchment for a few seconds and said sharply, "Oh, not so good. I can't concentrate. I'm going to sleep."

Hermione said, as if remembering something else she had not done. She opened her pocket and Fanlin thought, maybe she would take out her book.

But Hermione took out two deformed, hairy things, placed them carefully on the table near the fireplace, covered them with a small piece of screw like parchment and a broken quill, and stood back and watched with appreciation.

"Tell me in Merlin's name, what are you doing?" Said Ron, looking at her as if she were mad.

"It's a hat for the house elves.". She said briskly, putting her book back in the bag. "I've been doing these things since I came back to London. There's no magic. My knitting is slow, but now I'm back at school, I can do a lot."

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