Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Snape naturally doesn't really poison a student, but he can still do it by letting someone lie in bed for Christmas.

This risk can occur at any time if a qualified detoxification drug is not developed.

Especially for fourth-grade students, they can't miss a Christmas ball because of Snape's poison.

“He's so bad!” Ron angrily said in the Gryffindor public lounge, "Come test us on the last day and ruin the last little bit of the semester with a ton of homework. ”

“Well, you're not actually working too hard, are you?” Hermione looked at Ron from her Potions class notes.

Ron is busy hitting the castle with his bang cards, which can be more fun than Muggles' poker cards.

If it doesn't work, his stuff will explode all the time.

“Come on, Hermione, it's Christmas!” Harry lazily said.

He sat on an armchair by the fire and read "Fly with the Artillery Team" 10 times.

Hermione turned her head and looked at him with a serious look.

“Christmas?!” Hermione said, "If you don't want to throw up and down and lie in bed for the whole holiday, then you have to focus on making the antidote as Snape asked. He will definitely poison you, Harry. He said he will. No one can help you! ”

“I know!” Harry said carelessly, staring at Artillery's Joey Jenkins, shooting a stray ball hard at a Barry Fort Bats chaser.

“Yeah, well, if the two of us can't find a date, maybe we shouldn't be at that damn prom.” Ron said.

“You must join, Ron, you are a warrior!” Hermione stared at him furiously.

“I was just kidding...” Ron dared not look at Hermione and dodged back, indicating that he knew about it.

When Hermione looked back at the potion textbook, he lowered his voice and asked Harry, "What's going on with her? ”

Hermione seemed more agitated than usual, clearly writing these words on my face.

“She didn't find a date, and I heard Ivan say they hadn't talked about it yet.” Harry whispered.

Ron nodded and put the last two cards on top of the castle.

A rumbling sound exploded the entire castle, burning his eyebrows.

“It's beautiful, Ron. It's a good match for your gown.” Fred said.

He and George pulled Ivan over, and the three of them were just discussing a new prank product and how to collect debt from Bagman.

After trying all kinds of methods that didn't work, they finally got Ivan to do something about it.

Although, in Ivan's view, it is almost impossible for them to want Ludo Bagman to repay the money.

Bagman was already bankrupt, he owed his ass a gambling debt and there was no way to pay it off.

With that money back to Fred and George, he might as well run away.

Finally, Ivan helped the two of them write a harshly worded letter ready for mailing.

They sat at Harry, Ron and Hermione's table, and Ron touched his eyebrows and checked the extent of his burns.

“Ron, can we borrow the piglet for a second?” George asked.

“Do what?!” Ron said, staring suspiciously at him.

“Because George wants to invite it to the prom.” Fred sarcastically said.

“Because we have a letter to send, you stupid fool.” George said.

“Who are you writing to, huh?” Ron asked.

“Mind your own business, Ron, or I'll burn your nose too.” Fred said, waving his wand at Ron, "What, you guys look like you haven't found a date yet? ”

The sentence was obviously very sensitive, not even Hermione pretended to read the book and looked up at Fred with a frown.

“No!” Ron said, shook his head, which was frustrating.

“I say, man, you better hurry up, or the good girls will be picked out.” Frederton took a moment to notice Hermione's gaze and had to add, "The same goes for the good guys, if they don't do it, they're going to be chosen! ”

“So who are you going with?” Ron said.

“Angelina.” Fred replied without hesitation, not at all embarrassed.

“What?!” Ron asked in surprise, "Have you invited her? ”

“That's a good question.” Frey said, turning his head and shouting at the head of the public lounge, "Hey, Angelina! ”

Angelina was chatting to Alicia Spinnet by the fire, hearing a shout and looking up to Fred.

“What's the matter?” She asked aloud.

“Would you like to come to the ball with me? ”

Angelina looked at Fred with a gaze, no shame at all.

“Okay," she said, then turning her face to continue the conversation with Alia, with a faint smile on her face.

“Yes!” Fred said to Ivan, Harry and Ron, "It's so simple, it's a piece of cake. ”

He stood up proudly in amazement.

“George, since Ron isn't going to lend us the pig, we'd better use a school owl, let's go...”

They left, Ivan stayed, didn't follow.

Four people didn't speak, looked at each other for a while, and Ivan noticed Hermione was hiding from his eyes.

Then she lowered her head to study her magic books.

Ivan wanted to say something, like Fred, but opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

Ron stopped touching his eyebrows and stared at Ivan and Harry across the ruined cardboard castle still smoking.

“Guys, it's time for us to take action, invite someone. He's right. We don't want to end up dancing with a pair of ugly bastards. ”

With a bang, Hermione closed the book on her hand.

She was obviously angry, and even talking was a little stubborn.

“Ron, what did you just say?!” She frowned and asked.

“Alas, not to mention you know!” Ron shrugged his shoulders and said in a clear tone, "I'd rather go to prom alone than look, say, Eloise Midgen. ”

“Her acne has gotten better lately, she actually looks pretty! ”

“Come on, she's ugly enough, it's not just the acne thing, I think her nose is a little twisted.” Ron said.

“Oh, I get it. I finally get what you boys are thinking!” Hermione got pissed off and stood up, "so, fundamentally, you want to invite the prettiest girl to accept you, even if she's a total villain? ”

“Well, yeah, that's basically true.” Ron said.

“Okay!” Hermione took a deep breath and said in a low breath, "I'm going to bed! ”

She swept Evan and Harry without a word, staring at them and walking quickly towards the stairs of the girls' dormitories without a word.