Chapter 122 Fat Tongue Toffee

George left in a hurry. ☜

Because Kyle's house is not connected to the Floo network, he needs to go back to the Burrow first, and then go to Diagon Alley through the fireplace at home.

Fred originally wanted to go with him, but when he passed a mirror, he changed his mind and turned back to the attic.

Although Fred was usually a bit carefree, he was not completely indifferent to his image. He didn't want to appear in the crowded Diagon Alley with his current appearance.

Otherwise, when school starts, he will probably become the first joke in the new school year.

In the attic, Kyle is studying the results of the twins over the past few days.

——A large box full of more than ten candies of different types, all of which are some of the best-selling varieties on the market.

There are sizzling honey candies, fudge, toffee, and chocolate candies.

Kyle picked up a fudge, and as soon as he got closer, he smelled a faint bitter taste, which was incompatible with the sweetness of the candy itself.

"Woooooooo..."

Fred seemed to want to say something, but Kyle didn't understand.

He took out a notebook and wrote in it:

"It was a failure and we found that only toffee could mask the smell of the swelling potion."

Kyle nodded, picked up another piece of toffee and smelled it. The bitterness was indeed much lighter, and you wouldn't be able to detect it if you didn't look carefully.

It's just that their way of handling it was too rough. They just dug a hole in the candy and stuffed the swelling potion into it.

If you were more careful, you might be able to completely cover up the smell of the swelling potion.

Of course, it could also be that they are just too lazy to do so.

After all, until the dosage of the swelling potion is solved, this thing is not even a semi-finished product.

Afterwards, Fred gave Kyle a notebook, which recorded all their previous experimental records, and clearly stated the specific reasons for each failure and the adverse consequences.

There are almost a dozen pages, which can be said to be quite detailed.

Just as Kyle was looking through his notebook, George came back with a paper bag filled with shrunken figs.

"There's no need to buy so many, George." Kyle stretched out his hand and said, "The shriveled figs are just a auxiliary function, one or two are enough."

"Be prepared." George handed the thing in his hand to Kyle naturally and asked with a smile: "Why, do you want to join us too?"

Kyle shrugged, "I've been doing homework for a week, so I have to have some fun."

"Speaking of this..." George suddenly sighed and said: "I can't believe you would waste your precious vacation time on those homeworks. ̲x̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

The same goes for Percy. When I went back just now, he was still complaining that I was disturbing him.

Oh my god, I just opened the door, he wasn't doing homework in the living room! "

"I have to say that at this point, you are much better than him. At least you never blame us for your inability to write homework."

Facing the daily quarrels between the Weasley family, Kyle didn't pay attention and took out two shriveled figs, then peeled them and squeezed out the juice.

Taking this time, George also took out half a bottle of swelling potion from the box next to him. After thinking about it, he found an empty bottle and poured half of the potion inside out.

Fred and George were average at brewing potions, and Mrs. Weasley didn't allow anyone to play around with things like cauldrons at home. In order to hurry up, they bought these swelling potions directly from Diagon Alley, which cost five galleons a pint.

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Use it sparingly if you can.

After adding the juice of the shriveled fig, the color of the swelling potion began to slowly change, and soon changed from the original sky blue to light blue.

Kyle nodded.

It's good that it didn't turn into another color, which means that the properties of the potion have not changed.

He picked up the bottle and was about to drop it on his hand to test the effect.

But George stopped him.

"No, no, no, Kyle, you can't do this."

George said seriously: "What we need is to make the tongue bigger, not the hands."

After saying that, he took out a new candy from his pocket, dropped some potion on it and put it directly into his mouth.

"I really shouldn't have touched the food." George said vaguely: "The taste is so weird, it's like oo... ow..."

George's cheeks began to slowly swell, and his words turned into inarticulate sobs.

That's his tongue.

Fred was dancing excitedly and whining non-stop, as if he was celebrating something.

George's tongue began to swell rapidly, and soon it stretched out, looking like a slippery python.

"It looks like it was successful."

Kyle studied George's appearance.

The Shrinking Fig did neutralize some of the swelling potion and made it much duller, only working on the tongue where the potion was most exposed.

As long as we find a way to remove the special taste of the potion so that the little wizards can't taste it, this "quick-acting skipping candy" will be truly completed.

Fred and George were delighted.

"It's really yours, Kyle...haha, shriveled fig."

After the effect of the swelling potion wore off, George said excitedly: "You don't know, we are actually planning to give up."

"The swelling potion is too expensive." Fred spread his hands and said, "Before this, we have wasted a whole bottle."

"Five galleons." George felt a little hurt, "We should really wait for you to come together."

His heart began to bleed when he thought that he had wasted five galleons.

If this were replaced by a big dung egg, it would be enough for them to fight a small battle with Slytherin.

"Don't you have money?" Kyle asked: "You have one hundred galleons each. It's not all spent."

"Having money and wasting are two different things." Fred sighed: "And we only have thirty galleons left now, and a total of thirty galleons."

On the first day of the holiday, while beating Fred and George, Mrs. Weasley accidentally knocked off their hidden wallets.

The golden galleons were scattered all over the floor, and Mrs. Weasley almost fainted with fright. She thought the twins had robbed some Slytherin student in the school.

Although Fred and George quickly revealed the origin of these galleons, Mrs. Weasley did not believe them.

It wasn't until Chris passed that the matter was explained.

However, Mrs. Weasley confiscated the Galleons because she was afraid they would do something bad.

Now, the only money Fred and George had on them was what was hidden in the box.

As they say, thirty galleons, no more, no less, just enough.