Chapter 66: Art Is An Explosion

Compared to the chaotic Slytherin, the atmosphere in Gryffindor was much livelier, especially when they saw Rosier storming out of the Great Hall in anger, their laughter grew even louder.

"George, is this the Nimbus 2000?"

After the Slytherins had all left, a boy with dark skin and long braided hair eagerly approached the twins, urging, "What are you waiting for? Open it and let us see."

His words instantly received approval from others. "Yes, quickly open it and show us."

"Merlin's beard, this should be the best broomstick currently available. Even professional teams might not have the Nimbus 2000."

However, in the face of everyone's urging, Fred and George showed no intention of opening the package.

George looked disdainfully at the boy beside him. "Hey, Lee Jordan, I'm Fred. Can't you recognize us by now?"

"Sorry, Fred, I can recognize..."

"No, I'm Fred."

Beside them, the real Fred hooked his arm around George's shoulder. "You fell for such a simple trick? Honestly, I'm starting to doubt if you're really our best friend."

Poor Lee Jordan was completely baffled. He looked at the two identical faces beside him, unable to find any differences.

It was like they were cloned.

"Okay, Fred, George, I'm sorry." Lee Jordan shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Regardless of who you are, can you let me have a look at the Nimbus 2000, just for a moment? I beg you."

If it were any other time, Lee Jordan would definitely point at the twins' noses, criticize their boring sense of humor, and throw in a couple of slang phrases for good measure to curse at them.

But now, he not only refrained from doing so, but he also directly apologized, adopting a very humble posture.

There was no other choice. When under someone else's roof, you have to lower your head.[ metaphor for showing humility or respect when you are under their power/authority]. As a devoted Quidditch enthusiast, a new broom that had yet not been released was an irresistible allure to him. If he couldn't even take a glimpse, he would definitely lose sleep at night.

"What Nimbus 2000." Fred glanced at him. "I don't understand what you're talking about. These brooms are obviously the old Cleansweep Five."

"I know you guys want to keep it a secret..." Lee Jordan glanced around. "But now Slytherin has left, and everyone around us is one of us. Just one quick look won't hurt."

Fred and George remained silent.

"How about we go back to the common room?" Someone suggested at this time, "It would be safer to see it there."

"You can't do this..." The little wizards from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw objected. "We want to see it too."

But no one cared about their opinions.

The Gryffindors gathered around the twins and swarmed out of the Great Hall.

However, when they reached the Fat Lady's portrait, they found that Fred and George were nowhere to be seen.

"They must have run away when we went upstairs."

Lee Jordan was aggrieved. "It's so infuriating, they even guard against their own house!"

By noon, the atmosphere at the Slytherin table was still heavy.

Throughout the morning, they searched all of Hogwarts, but there was no sign of Fred and George. It was as if the two had vanished into thin air.

In addition, those who sent letters home received no response. Some irritable parents even scolded them in return, telling them that they should focus more on their studies and less on impractical things.

Rosier was one of them.

"Nimbus 2000? I have a Nimbus 2100, do you want it?!"

He crumpled the reply letter in his hand and was about to throw it away when someone suddenly occurred to him. He pulled his hand back, and asked angrily, "Is there no news yet?"

Everyone around him looked at each other, but all remained silent.

"Useless!"

Just as Rosier was about to flip the plate, a Slytherin player hurriedly ran over.

"Captain, I found out."

Marcus Flint grinned, revealing a row of large teeth. "I passed by the Quidditch field, and I saw the Gryffindor team there. They must be testing the broom's performance while we were having dinner in the Great Hall."

Rosier looked up.

Sure enough, none of the Gryffindor team members were in the Great Hall.

"Captain, want to go over and take a look?" Marcus tentatively asked.

"Let's go!"

Rosier didn't hesitate and led a group of people towards the Quidditch field.

Just as Marcus had said, the Gryffindor team was indeed there. However, they weren't training or testing the performance of the brooms. Instead, they were... fighting?

To be precise, it was the Weasley twins who were fighting, while others were trying to stop them.

Seeing this scene, Marcus ecstatically said, "Internal conflicts in Gryffindor? This is great news for Slytherin right before the match in the afternoon."

Additionally, Rosier noticed that the package delivered by the owl in the morning was placed near the passage where they were.

And there was no one around to guard it.

...

A minute later, Slytherin's students left the Quidditch field, tightly huddling together and blocking the person in the middle.

They didn't return to the Great Hall to continue eating, nor did they go back to the common room. Instead, they found an empty classroom and went in.

After closing the door, they dispersed, revealing the person in the middle... and the slender package he was holding in his hand.

"Captain, is it okay to hide here?" Marcus asked with some concern. "I think it might be safer to go to the common room..."

He hadn't finished his sentence when Rosier kicked him.

He wasn't trying to steal the broom, he just wanted to hide it before the match so that the Gryffindors couldn't use it.

What's the point of leaving it in the common room? What if someone accidentally blabbed?

Slytherin students were stealing brooms? If this news got out, Professor Snape would be the first one not to spare them.

Rosier looked around and found that there was a thick layer of dust on all the tables here. They had obviously been abandoned for a long time.

"Here will do. Make sure to hide it discreetly." Rosier said.

But no one moved. Everyone stood in their original positions, staring at the person holding the package.

After a long silence, someone suddenly suggested, "Why don't we open it and take a look? What if it's not a broom inside, wouldn't we then just be wasting our time?"

Others nodded in agreement.

"No, we can't open it."

Rosier decisively refused, grabbed the package, and placed it aside somewhere.

He knew the Gryffindor students well. If the news was false, the package would definitely not contain anything pleasant.

So it was best to leave it untouched.

"Hehehe, clever little devil."

A milky-white poltergeist suddenly appeared outside the window.

"Get lost, Peeves!" Rosier said in a deep voice.

"Impolite little devil, you will be punished!"

Peeves angrily smashed the glass and threw in a balloon filled with liquid.

The balloon didn't hit anyone but landed precisely on the package.

Whether it was wet or for some other reason, the package began to expand violently.

"I knew it...Damn Peeves!"

Rosier turned around and wanted to leave, but the door was stuck and couldn't be opened from the inside.

He drew his wand. "Confringo..."

"Bang..."

With a loud noise, the package finally exploded, releasing a strong stench that instantly filled the entire classroom.

(End of chapter)