Chapter 1025： It's time to take medicine

Chapter 1025 It’s time to take medicine

As soon as Fred got up from the bed, he couldn't help but shiver, and quickly picked up his clothes and put them on himself. When I glanced at the dormitory inadvertently, I found that there was already an empty bed.

“Did Albert not come back yesterday?” Fred put his robe on and muttered, “I don’t think he wants to stay in school anymore.”

"If you are envious, just quickly pick up someone." George, who was dressed, opened the window and let the wind from outside blow in, dispersing the dull air in the room. "After everyone graduates from school, do you want to chase someone again?" It will be much harder to get it than it is now.”

“Damn, it’s so cold. I haven’t gotten up yet. Can’t you close the **** windows?”

Li Jordan, who was just about to get out of bed, was hit by the cold wind. He couldn't help but shiver, and then got back into bed again.

Since November has passed, the temperature in the castle has dropped a lot. Even though today is a rare good day, it is still frighteningly cold outside, and the trees are even covered with a thick layer of white frost.

“Sorry, sorry, I thought you wouldn’t get up until later.” George closed the window, picked up the wand and tapped the kettle on the table. After boiling the water in the kettle again, he poured a cup of hot water for Lee Jordan.

"What about yourself?" Fred turned around and asked, "Is there a girl you like?"

 “That’s not true, just let nature take its course!” George shrugged, not particularly concerned. After realizing that Fred had been looking at him with suspicious eyes, he quickly changed the subject, "I just hope that today's Quidditch match can end as soon as possible. I'm a little worried that Ron won't be able to bear the pressure."

"Don't worry, as long as Harry uses that thing, I think the game should be over soon. What you should worry about is whether Harry is willing to use it." Lee Jordan was not ashamed that they were about to win through cheating. He believed that Slytherin would never be stingy if he could get such a good thing. The pursuit of victory by any means necessary has always been Slytherin's creed and patent.

"It doesn't matter, just don't let Harry know."

George had already thought of a way. He poured himself a cup of hot water, smiled, raised the cup towards Lee Jordan and said, "When the time comes, I will prepare pumpkin juice for them to drink before the game." Enough."

As he spoke, he touched the cup gently with Lee Jordan's cup.

After a brief wash, the three of them went 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 humiliate those annoying people as winners. Slytherin student.

Who made Slytherin students do too many hateful things recently?

They left the common room surrounded by everyone and headed to the hall through the secret passage. Fred suddenly said: "What do you think will happen if we lose?"

"They will probably be disappointed!" George glanced at Fred and said confidently: "We have never lost to the Slytherin team, and we will never lose. What's more, do you think we will lose?"

"I always feel that the Slytherin team might be causing trouble. They always like to do something off the court." Fred raised his eyebrows and said, "Not to mention that there are toads around."

 “You mean Albert’s prophecy?” Lee Jordan asked.

“You suspect that Harry was suspended recently.” George understood.

"If the toad wants to cause trouble, find an opportunity to put her down." Fred said without thinking.

This is an effective way to deal with toads that they learned from Albert. It is best not to expect to be able to reason with the other party.

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

 “Being discovered by others,” George warned.

 The atmosphere in the auditorium was even more lively, but the smell of gunpowder was stronger than before.

The students of Gryffindor House and Slytherin House, all wearing the house's iconic scarves, gathered together in twos and threes to discuss the upcoming game.

There are senior students who are willing to go back and forth between the houses, trying to persuade more students to place bets. Gryffindor and Slytherin are their potential customers. Even students who don't like gambling will take a few nanometers as a token. Special pressure on his own college to win.

When the three of them passed by the Slytherin table, several Slytherin students gave them malicious smiles and even stretched out their legs to try to trip them up, which was full of provocation.

 “The last desperate struggle.”

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

The outstretched foot was frightened and retracted.

"If only Slytherins were all such idiots." Fred sneered in a voice that could be heard by others around him, "Don't glare at Montague, your eyes are about to fall out of their sockets. "

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

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

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

“Although it is frustrating to have a bunch of incompetent sons, we will educate you as well as possible to prevent you from going astray.” The twins looked at each other and said in unison.

The Gryffindor students next door couldn't help laughing, they were happy to see the Slytherin students collectively deflated.

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

Montague angrily threw the badge at the Weasley brothers, but Fred caught it.

 “I’m your father.” Fred smiled and put the badge back into his pocket.

"What do you think they mean?" George didn't think it would be a good thing to say, at least what Slytherin did was definitely not good.

 “Who knows?” Fred shrugged.

“I know who did this.” Lee Jordan gestured to the two of them to look somewhere, where Draco Malfoy was humming a soft tune and handing out badges to Slytherin students.

 “Weasley was born in a trash can…”

 “I knew it would be nothing good.”

If Albert was here, he would most likely be able to turn all the Slytherin badges into something like this in his hand, which would definitely be interesting.

 It’s a pity that Fred’s deformation level cannot achieve this level.

 “Did you bring that?” Fred muttered.

"It's best not to let Ron hear this." George warned. He quietly took out a small ball from his pocket, let the small ball slide to the ground, and rolled towards Malfoy's feet.

"Your 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. He couldn't help but shake his head. It was so useless. He thought about when he was doing commentary. , The mentality is much stronger than Ron's.

Suddenly, black smoke exploded near the Slytherin table, causing a commotion.

Malfoy, who was talking excitedly, was covering his mouth and coughing repeatedly. His whole body was covered with a layer of darkness, and the two people around him were also unlucky.

After a brief silence fell in the hall, a burst of laughter soon broke out.

 The three of them looked at the three people who left angrily, exchanged glances with each other, and showed a pleasant smile.

 “Good morning Harry.”

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

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

 “I can’t hit the ball at all.” Ron said blankly.

 “It’s such a disgrace to us.”

“The psychological quality is too bad.” George picked up the piece of bread, took a bite and said, “Maybe you should have more experience. 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. It can better train your mental quality there." Fred took the marmalade and began to spread it on the slices of bread.

 “Can’t you say a few words less?” Ginny glared at Fred, George and Lee Jordan dissatisfied.

"They are just making excuses for breaking school rules." Hermione had already seen through the three people's tricks.

“He looks like he lacks exercise.” Lee Jordan interjected, “He should have a strong mentality and a thick skin like us.”

 “You are the only one who is thick-skinned.” Fred looked like he wanted to draw a clear line between himself and Lee Jordan.

 “Ginny, how was it during the trial?” George quickly changed the subject.

"It's okay. I plan to sign up next year. It just so happens that after Angelina and Aaliya graduate, the Chaser position will be vacant." Ginny was very confident in her 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.

“Pumpkin juice that will bring us victory,” Fred added.

"Did you add anything to it?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"That's not allowed, Hermione." George turned his head and said to Harry, "I remember you have tranquilizers there. Give Ron some to calm down. He can't play in this state. .”

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

 Generally, 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 taking out the pill bottle and giving himself one.

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

“Let’s take these together by the way.” Li Jordan took out two pill bottles from his pocket, poured a pill out of them and handed them to Ron.

"What's this?"

“Energy tonic.” George motioned to Lee Jordan to give Harry one as well. “We estimate that Ron’s poor mental quality will make him so nervous that he can’t even eat, so we specially prepared something good for him.”

"Wouldn't this violate the rules?" Hermione asked curiously. She found that Albert had made a lot of candies with weird effects.

“Definitely not, not to mention we don’t eat during the game.” George reminded.

 “Come on Ron, eat this.”

Ron stared blankly at the pills handed over by Harry, hesitated for a moment, stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed them.

The effect of the medicine was quite obvious. Ron's face, which was slightly pale, looked better, but he still looked a little dull.

"You feel better?"

Harry looked at his medicine bottle and then at Ron's reaction. In the past, he could calm down quickly after taking one pill. Why did Ron not seem to have a very good effect after taking two pills? He was a little suspicious of what Ron had taken. Are the tranquilizers fake?

 “Better,” Ron muttered.

"After everyone is ready," Angelina looked at the Slytherin table with disgust and said to Harry and the others, "we'd better go to the stadium directly to avoid falling into some people's conspiracy."

"We'll go there in a moment," Harry followed Angelina's gaze and nodded, "Ron needs to have some breakfast, he won't have a physical competition until later."

 “I’m a complete loser.”

"Don't worry, Albert is best at recycling waste." George looked at Ron's appearance and said to Harry, "Give him a few more tranquilizers and some more energy tonics. He will probably take them in the morning. Nothing else.”

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

 “It’s definitely no problem.”

Slytherin House obviously did not intend to give his opponent a chance to slip away, and had already begun to hum "Weasley is our king". Ron, who had just regained some color, turned even paler.

“Ignore them,” Angelina shouted. “Beat them. Slap them in the face with the facts and shut them up.”

"Then go over there and eat. Let's go. There's no need to worry about them. They're all a bunch of losers." Harry took a few pieces of bread from the table and stuffed them into his pocket. He took another glass of juice and pulled Ron out. He walked away, intending to give Ron a few more tranquilizers later.

Fred and George were right, Ron's mental quality was indeed a bit bad.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Hermione turned to look at Malfoy and said with disgust, "You are really disgusting."

 Hermione walked away annoyed.

She knew that Ron was not that bad. As long as he could overcome his stage fright, he would definitely be able to fulfill his responsibilities as a goalkeeper.

"Don't use that unflattering trick, let's make a bet." George looked at the Slytherin team members and said with a smile, "For twenty galleons, just bet that your college team will 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, use the opponent's Galleons to hold a celebration banquet. I think there is nothing more pleasant than this." Fred agreed, "How about, do you want to bet? Or Say, are you afraid?"

 “How can we be sure that you won’t go back on your debt?”

Mengtai narrowed his eyes, and he smelled a strong smell of conspiracy. Whatever the other party proposed, it was definitely not good, but not agreeing would be equivalent to giving in, which would directly make him, the captain, unable to step down.

 However, twenty galleons was a large amount of money for most students, and he did not want to lose a large amount of pocket money.

"We can hand over the Galleons to someone in advance to ensure that the winner can get the money." The malice on George's face became more obvious, "Let's take Diggory, he has a good reputation and can guarantee that the winner can get the Galleons. Long."

With that said, Lee Jordan turned to the Gryffindor students behind him and said, "Whoever wants to participate, we will make up for the shortfall with our own money."

 There are quite a few students who are willing to pay, and as Fred said, there is nothing more pleasant than having a celebratory banquet with those annoying galleons.

The most important thing is that I don’t need to spend much money anyway, and I can still disgust those nasty people in Slytherin House.

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

Looking at the Gryffindor students who were actively signing up, Montague's face became increasingly ugly. He turned to discuss with other team members, and after a moment he shouted loudly, "Whoever participates, the team will make up for the shortage."

 You have to follow anyway, at least not to lose in terms of momentum, not to mention no one thinks that they will lose.

  Revised

　　

 (End of this chapter)