Chapter 85 Opening

The process of administering the medicine went exceptionally well.

He didn't even have to ask. When Mickel saw the numbered potion bottle, he immediately took it and drank it all down in one go.

Judging from his increasingly distorted expression, the taste was still as indescribable as before. But Mickel didn't waste a single drop.

He even smacked his lips after he finished drinking and said, "Good medicine."

Of course, it would be better if the expression on his face was a little more natural.

Instead of, as it was now, green with black undertones, his features almost squeezed together. Paired with his "Good medicine," he looked like a poison taster.

Kyle couldn't understand his thought process. Perhaps this was what "no pain no gain" meant.

…

As the weather gradually warmed up, the Quidditch matches were already halfway through.

Gryffindor was currently in first place in terms of wins and points. Hufflepuff was right behind them. The gap between the two was very small.

Slytherin, having been hit in the face with custom-made dung bombs, would subconsciously retch whenever they saw a broomstick for a while after the incident. Their score fell behind, putting them in third place.

But after the Christmas break, they gradually recovered and started to catch up in recent matches, trying to close the gap.

As was their trademark, Slytherin, of course, couldn't play without resorting to dirty tactics.

In a recent match, Angelina, the Gryffindor Chaser, was knocked off her broom.

"This isn't over, Rosier." Charlie said grimly as he took Angelina off the pitch, "Just you wait."

But Rosier just glanced at Charlie provocatively. It seemed he didn't take it seriously.

But at dinner that day, more than twenty broom-shaped packages were dropped on the Slytherin table by owls.

Rosier's face instantly turned green.

The Gryffindors didn't try to hide it. Led by Fred and George, they shouted for Rosier to open the package and see the surprise they had prepared.

This incident quickly attracted Professor Snape's attention. After hearing about it from a Slytherin student, he stormed over in his large black cloak.

"What dung bombs? I don't know what you're talking about, Professor."

Charlie said innocently, "It's just fireworks that we customized for the Slytherin team to celebrate their victory in today's match."

"Just fireworks?" Snape clearly didn't believe him.

"Of course. Rosier is a worthy opponent. He played very well. Of course, I have to congratulate him."

Charlie grinned, "Why? Doesn't Rosier like this gift?"

He was graduating next year and going to Romania. He wasn't as nervous as the others when facing Snape.

Snape's face darkened. He took out his wand and opened the packages in front of everyone.

It was as Charlie said. They were indeed all fireworks. As the packages were opened, the golden-red fireworks shot up to the ceiling. Then, with a "boom", they exploded, forming the words "Victory" in mid-air.

But Snape still deducted ten points from Gryffindor.

The reason: making noise in the Great Hall and disrespecting a professor.

But the Gryffindors didn't care.

After all, their current house points were almost in the single digits. Unless they could get five hundred points at once before the end of the term, they basically had no hope for the House Cup.

So, the Gryffindor students collectively decided to — give up.

After all, if you give up now, you can give up forever.

The Gryffindor students suddenly discovered that Hogwarts was a happy place.

Like now. Even though they were deducted ten points for such a ridiculous reason by Snape, they felt nothing.

George even said, very suicidally, "I think disrespecting a professor is a very serious mistake. You should deduct thirty points from us."

His thoughts were simple: since they couldn't be first, then they should go the other way and get the lowest score.

Being famous for being bad was still being famous.

…

Snape's face darkened further.

He really wanted to fulfill George's request. But, unfortunately, there was only a thin layer left in Gryffindor's hourglass. It was only twenty or so points.

He couldn't just deduct them all, could he?

He still had to save face for Professor McGonagall.

Besides, he still needed the Deputy Headmistress's signature to purchase potion ingredients. He had to think about his private storeroom.

"You're right, Mr. Weasley." Snape glanced at George menacingly, "But there's no need for deduction. Just detention.

Go to the potions classroom tonight and clean all the old cauldrons.

Remember, you have to wipe them all by hand. No magic. Filch will be watching you."

The smile on George's face froze.

He was still dazed, even after Snape left the Great Hall.

"Merlin's flowery socks, detention? For what?!"

"Because he's a professor." Fred patted George's shoulder sympathetically, "Take it easy. One night will pass quickly."

"You'll help me, right?" George asked hopefully.

Fred remained silent. He clearly wasn't willing.

"Percy?"

"…"

"Charlie!"

"…"

Nobody replied.

In the face of detention, fifteen years of brotherhood seemed so fragile.

George was almost crying. He felt like the world had suddenly turned gray.

"Ahem…"

Just as George was getting more and more dramatic, Charlie slapped him on the head.

"Come on, stop pretending. Don't think I don't know you and Fred secretly have a cleaning kit."

The tears that were about to flow from George's eyes instantly disappeared. A familiar smile appeared on his face. There was no sign of sadness.

"You're such a killjoy, Charlie."

As the ones who had been put in detention the most, Fred and George were naturally prepared.

They had prepared a cleaning kit specifically for detention tasks like "cleaning."

Cauldrons, of course, were included.

"But, thinking about it, this method you came up with really worked." Charlie looked at the package scraps, "I didn't expect Rosier would be scared into throwing a plate. What happened?"

"It's a secret."

George and Fred winked. They didn't reveal anything.

Fortunately, Charlie wasn't a curious person either. Seeing that the twins didn't want to talk, he stopped asking.

All he needed to know was that this worked against Slytherin.

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