Chapter 263: Could it be the genius girl from Gryffindor?
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
In the players' lounge of the Quidditch stadium, a pair of red-haired brothers hid their traces and appeared sneakily in front of the wooden wall that blocked the field and the lounge. From here, you can see the entire Quidditch stadium. .
After they returned to the castle, they were full of curiosity about what Soul and Snape were doing on the Quidditch pitch. As a result, that was the time when Snape became serious.
Through the gap between the wooden boards, the two brothers saw this scene--Sur was tied up with vines and hung upside down.
Snape's expression was cold and expressionless, but in the eyes of the two brothers, it was clearly an evil smile.
"Gudong..." Someone swallowed.
"I think we'd better go back to the castle now to find Professor McGonagall...Fred."
"We must hurry, or we may lose a good friend tonight, George."
"Besides, we have to tell the students about the situation here. If Professor Snape is angered, he may not kill people, but he will really torture the students with magic." As he said that, George looked at the hanging Soul. He looked helpless and swaying in the air, shivering.
"Absolutely, absolutely, never cause trouble in Professor Snape's Potions class." Fred nodded seriously.
"Be honest, maybe we can save our lives and survive until graduation." George also nodded fiercely.
"Without further ado, let's go find Professor McGonagall now." Fred said, looking out through the gap again.
"If you go fast enough, maybe Thor can survive. Snape is holding a wand and casting spells. Oh my God!"
"But the closest one should be Professor Sprout, right? I'm afraid it might be too late to go to the castle to find Professor McGonagall, but Professor Sprout is in the greenhouse..." George analyzed.
"Then ask Professor Sprout!" Fred quickly adopted George's suggestion.
……
After a while, Soul rubbed his shoulders and stepped into the castle gate with a grin on his face, while Professor Snape left just when a little accident happened.
The Weasley brothers, who had been guarding behind the castle pillars for a long time, saw Soul entering the door and surrounded him from left to right.
"Oh, friend."
"Thank God you're not dead."
"We were also worried that Professor Sprout was late."
"I couldn't save you."
"Then we can only remember you at your funeral."
"Don't thank us."
Fred and George each grabbed one of Soul's arms while talking to each other.
"Ah...it hurts. Please be gentle." Suer grinned and screamed, "Wait a minute..."
"Did you call Professor Sprout?" Suer reacted and looked at George and Fred in surprise.
No wonder, just now when Soul was being beaten unilaterally by Snape, Professor Sprout suddenly burst in with a wand.
I don’t know how Fred and George described it, but it was the first time that Soul saw Professor Sprout using a magic spell.
Good guy, Professor Snape was knocked several meters away... Of course, this is probably because Professor Snape didn't react...
Although the misunderstanding was resolved in the end, it was an indisputable fact that Professor Snape was struck by a powerful and heavy curse. Professor Snape, who felt humiliated by being beaten away in front of Soul, left first. It was Professor Sprout who put him down.
Now it seems that the reason why Professor Sprout suddenly appeared on the Quidditch pitch has been found.
"Yes, it's us." Fred nodded, "If we hadn't been curious, we would have come to see what you were doing."
"You will probably be beaten to death by Snape, right? What did you do to make Professor Snape..." George asked curiously, "It's terrible."
"Have you all seen it?" Suer smiled bitterly.
Fred and George nodded in unison.
"I saw you being hung up and beaten with magic by Professor Snape."
"Actually...Professor Snape is training me and helping me solve my problems." Soul explained, but Fred and George obviously didn't believe it.
"Don't lie to us. Is Snape that good? He is a devil. How can a devil become kind?"
After Sol explained it several times, Fred and George were still dubious, and he decided not to explain.
Anyway, Professor Snape's reputation wasn't that good to begin with, and he wasn't afraid of it getting worse now.
"Okay." Suer shook his head helplessly, "Anyway, I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I would still be hanging there."
"You're welcome." Fred chuckled, "We don't want to lose our good friends, otherwise no one will take us to the Forbidden Forest to find the Acromantula this weekend."
"Did you get the words from Hagrid?" Suer blinked and asked in surprise.
"Of course." George raised his eyebrows, "There's nothing we can't find!"
"How many bottles of wine were used?" Sol asked curiously, "Hagrid's drinking capacity is very strong. I can't even tell you that you have to get him drunk."
Fred and George looked at each other, deflated.
"Six bottles of fire whiskey." Fred said, "I almost want to get a drop of veritaserum for Hagrid. If we didn't know how to brew it ourselves, we wouldn't have the chance to go to Diagon Alley to buy it."
"It cost us 36 gold galleons!!!" George added, "We borrowed it from all our friends."
"Heavy debt." Fred shook his head and sighed.
"I hope we can harvest more than 36 gold galleons from the Acromantula, otherwise we will have to work for others to pay off our debts until graduation." George looked at Suer expectantly.
"Hmm..." Soul thought about it and shrugged, "We probably need to kill a dozen Acromantulas to get one pint."
"It doesn't matter. The best thing to do is go a few more times. Acromantulas are quite fertile anyway."
"That's it..." Fred and George looked at each other, a little discouraged, but the debt was already owed, "We don't need a pint, half a pint is fine, it's enough for us to pay off the debt."
"With any luck." Suer nodded.
"See you on the Quidditch pitch on Friday evening?" Fred asked.
"Okay, I need to bring someone with me when the time comes. Do you have any objections?" Suer nodded, suddenly thinking of the agreement he made with Hermione.
"Oh, let me guess, could it be Ms. Granger, the genius girl from Gryffindor?" George raised his eyebrows.
After they returned to the castle, they were full of curiosity about what Soul and Snape were doing on the Quidditch pitch. As a result, that was the time when Snape became serious.
Through the gap between the wooden boards, the two brothers saw this scene--Sur was tied up with vines and hung upside down.
Snape's expression was cold and expressionless, but in the eyes of the two brothers, it was clearly an evil smile.
"Gudong..." Someone swallowed.
"I think we'd better go back to the castle now to find Professor McGonagall...Fred."
"We must hurry, or we may lose a good friend tonight, George."
"Besides, we have to tell the students about the situation here. If Professor Snape is angered, he may not kill people, but he will really torture the students with magic." As he said that, George looked at the hanging Soul. He looked helpless and swaying in the air, shivering.
"Absolutely, absolutely, never cause trouble in Professor Snape's Potions class." Fred nodded seriously.
"Be honest, maybe we can save our lives and survive until graduation." George also nodded fiercely.
"Without further ado, let's go find Professor McGonagall now." Fred said, looking out through the gap again.
"If you go fast enough, maybe Thor can survive. Snape is holding a wand and casting spells. Oh my God!"
"But the closest one should be Professor Sprout, right? I'm afraid it might be too late to go to the castle to find Professor McGonagall, but Professor Sprout is in the greenhouse..." George analyzed.
"Then ask Professor Sprout!" Fred quickly adopted George's suggestion.
……
After a while, Soul rubbed his shoulders and stepped into the castle gate with a grin on his face, while Professor Snape left just when a little accident happened.
The Weasley brothers, who had been guarding behind the castle pillars for a long time, saw Soul entering the door and surrounded him from left to right.
"Oh, friend."
"Thank God you're not dead."
"We were also worried that Professor Sprout was late."
"I couldn't save you."
"Then we can only remember you at your funeral."
"Don't thank us."
Fred and George each grabbed one of Soul's arms while talking to each other.
"Ah...it hurts. Please be gentle." Suer grinned and screamed, "Wait a minute..."
"Did you call Professor Sprout?" Suer reacted and looked at George and Fred in surprise.
No wonder, just now when Soul was being beaten unilaterally by Snape, Professor Sprout suddenly burst in with a wand.
I don’t know how Fred and George described it, but it was the first time that Soul saw Professor Sprout using a magic spell.
Good guy, Professor Snape was knocked several meters away... Of course, this is probably because Professor Snape didn't react...
Although the misunderstanding was resolved in the end, it was an indisputable fact that Professor Snape was struck by a powerful and heavy curse. Professor Snape, who felt humiliated by being beaten away in front of Soul, left first. It was Professor Sprout who put him down.
Now it seems that the reason why Professor Sprout suddenly appeared on the Quidditch pitch has been found.
"Yes, it's us." Fred nodded, "If we hadn't been curious, we would have come to see what you were doing."
"You will probably be beaten to death by Snape, right? What did you do to make Professor Snape..." George asked curiously, "It's terrible."
"Have you all seen it?" Suer smiled bitterly.
Fred and George nodded in unison.
"I saw you being hung up and beaten with magic by Professor Snape."
"Actually...Professor Snape is training me and helping me solve my problems." Soul explained, but Fred and George obviously didn't believe it.
"Don't lie to us. Is Snape that good? He is a devil. How can a devil become kind?"
After Sol explained it several times, Fred and George were still dubious, and he decided not to explain.
Anyway, Professor Snape's reputation wasn't that good to begin with, and he wasn't afraid of it getting worse now.
"Okay." Suer shook his head helplessly, "Anyway, I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I would still be hanging there."
"You're welcome." Fred chuckled, "We don't want to lose our good friends, otherwise no one will take us to the Forbidden Forest to find the Acromantula this weekend."
"Did you get the words from Hagrid?" Suer blinked and asked in surprise.
"Of course." George raised his eyebrows, "There's nothing we can't find!"
"How many bottles of wine were used?" Sol asked curiously, "Hagrid's drinking capacity is very strong. I can't even tell you that you have to get him drunk."
Fred and George looked at each other, deflated.
"Six bottles of fire whiskey." Fred said, "I almost want to get a drop of veritaserum for Hagrid. If we didn't know how to brew it ourselves, we wouldn't have the chance to go to Diagon Alley to buy it."
"It cost us 36 gold galleons!!!" George added, "We borrowed it from all our friends."
"Heavy debt." Fred shook his head and sighed.
"I hope we can harvest more than 36 gold galleons from the Acromantula, otherwise we will have to work for others to pay off our debts until graduation." George looked at Suer expectantly.
"Hmm..." Soul thought about it and shrugged, "We probably need to kill a dozen Acromantulas to get one pint."
"It doesn't matter. The best thing to do is go a few more times. Acromantulas are quite fertile anyway."
"That's it..." Fred and George looked at each other, a little discouraged, but the debt was already owed, "We don't need a pint, half a pint is fine, it's enough for us to pay off the debt."
"With any luck." Suer nodded.
"See you on the Quidditch pitch on Friday evening?" Fred asked.
"Okay, I need to bring someone with me when the time comes. Do you have any objections?" Suer nodded, suddenly thinking of the agreement he made with Hermione.
"Oh, let me guess, could it be Ms. Granger, the genius girl from Gryffindor?" George raised his eyebrows.
