Snape wouldn't have really poisoned a student, but he could have let someone lie in bed for Christmas. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If a qualified antidote is not prepared, this risk can occur at any time.

Especially for students from the fourth grade onwards, they couldn't afford to miss the Christmas Ball because of Snape's poison.

"He's so bad!" Ron said angrily in the Gryffindor common room, "to test us on the last day and ruin the last bit of the semester with a whole bunch of schoolwork." ”

"Well, you're not actually trying too hard, are you?" Hermione looked at Ron from her Potions notes.

Ron was busy building castles with his crackling cards, a much more fun pastime than Muggle playing cards.

If he doesn't get it right, the whole thing he is riding will explode at any moment.

"Please, Hermione, it's Christmas!" Harry said lazily.

He sat in an armchair by the fire and read "Flying with Artillery" for the tenth time.

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

"Christmas?!" said Hermione, "if you don't want to spend the whole holiday vomiting and diarrhea in a hospital bed, then you have to concentrate on making the antidote as Snape asks, he's going to poison you, Harry, he does what he says, no one can help you!"

"I know!" Harry said nonchalantly, watching as Joe Jenkens of the Artillery Team slammed a Bludger into one of the Barry Bats' chasers.

"yes, if we can't find a dance partner, maybe we shouldn't be at that damn ball. Ron said.

"You have to participate, Ron, you're a warrior!" Hermione glared at him angrily.

"I'm just kidding......" Ron didn't dare to make eye contact with Hermione, dodging backwards to signal him to know.

As Hermione lowered her head to study the potions textbook again, he asked Harry in a low voice, "What the hell is going on with her?"

Hermione looked more irritable than usual, and clearly wrote the words don't mess with me on her face.

"She didn't find a dance partner, and I heard from Evan that the two of them hadn't talked about it yet. Harry whispered.

Ron nodded knowingly, and placed the last two cards on top of the castle.

With a bang, the entire castle exploded, scorching his eyebrows.

"It's so pretty, Ron, and it goes well with your gown. Fred said.

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

After trying all kinds of things to no avail, they finally asked Evan to help them figure it out.

Although, in Aven's opinion, it is almost impossible for them to get Ludo Bagman to pay him back.

Bagman was already bankrupt, and he had a gambling debt that he couldn't pay off.

With that money back to Fred and George, he might as well use it to escape.

Eventually, Evan helped the two of them write a sternly worded letter to send over.

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

"Ron, can we borrow a piglet to use?" asked George.

"What to do?!" Ron said, staring at him suspiciously.

"Because George wanted to invite it to the ball. Fred said sarcastically.

"Because we have a letter to send, you stupid big fool. George said.

"Who are you writing to, huh?" Ron asked.

"Don't be nosy, Ron, or I'll burn your nose too. Fred said, waving his wand and threatening Ron, "Why, look at the way you guys look, haven't you found a dance partner yet?"

This sentence was obviously very sensitive, and even Hermione was not pretending to be reading, looking up at Fred with a frown.

"No!" Ron said, shaking his head, it was frustrating.

"I said, man, you'd better hurry up, or the good girl will be picked out. Fred paused, noticed Hermione's gaze, and had to add, "It's the same with good boys, if you don't make a move, someone else will be chosen!"

"And who are you going with?" said Ron.

"Angelina. Fred replied without thinking, without the slightest embarrassment.

"What?!" Ron asked in surprise, "you've already invited her?"

That's a good question. Frey said, turning his head to the other end of the common room and shouting, "Hey, Angelina!"

Angelina was chatting with Arya Spinnett by the fire when she heard the shouts and looked over to Fred.

"What's wrong?" she asked aloud.

"Would you like to come with me to the prom?"

Angelina looked at Fred with a measured gaze, not embarrassed at all.

"Okay. She said, then turned back to continue the conversation with Arya, with a faint smile on her face.

"It's done!" Fred said to Aven, Harry, and Ron, "it's that simple, it's a piece of cake." ”

In the midst of everyone's astonished gaze, he stood up triumphantly and yawned.

"George, since Ron isn't going to lend us the piglets, we'd better use a school owl, let's get ...... away"

They departed, but Evan stayed behind and did not follow.

None of the four spoke, looking at each other for a moment, and Evan noticed that Hermione was avoiding his gaze.

Then, she lowered her head and studied her potions textbook.

Evan wanted to say something, just like Fred did, but opened his mouth and said nothing.

Ron stopped touching his eyebrows and looked at Evan and Harry through the ruined and smoking card castle.

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

With a snap, Hermione closed the book in her hand.

She was visibly angry, and even her speech seemed to stutter a little.

"Ron, what did you just say?!" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you know!" said Ron, shrugging his shoulders and in a tone that was clear to everyone, "I'd rather go to the ball alone than find, say, Eloise Meadgan." ”

"She's been getting better lately, she's actually pretty good!"

"Come on, she's ugly enough, it's not just about acne, I think her nose is a little crooked. Ron said.

"Oh, I see, I finally understand what you boys are thinking!" Hermione was enraged and stood up, "See, basically, you just want to invite the prettiest girl who is willing to accept you, even if she's a complete villain?"

"Well, yes, that's pretty much right. Ron said.

"Alright!" Hermione said with a deep breath, "I'm going to sleep!"

She glanced at Evan and Harry, who hadn't said a word, and walked briskly towards the stairs of the girls' dormitory without saying a word as they both stared at each other dumbfounded.