At the end of January, the weather still shows no signs of warming.

When I woke up in the morning, the sky was still gray, and the occasional snowflakes fell, and as I walked to the Great Hall and listened to Fred and George's small talk, Albert always felt that something bad was about to happen.

Albert ate bread with corn soup and chatted with Lee Jordan next to him about the registration for the Wizard Card Tournament. Suddenly, I saw Charlie hurrying towards this direction, apparently looking for Fred and George, who had been locked up several times.

"You've missed Quidditch training a couple of times. Charlie glared at his brothers dissatisfied, reminding: "There is not much time left until the next Quidditch match, we lost once, and if we lose again this time, we will completely miss this year's ......."

"Charlie, we didn't mean to. George put down the spoon and looked up at Charlie with a helpless look on his face.

"It was a last resort. Fred quickly chimed in: "If we had the choice, we would rather train at Quidditch than face Snape." ”

I don't know how, but that sounds particularly convincing.

"Okay, but next time you train, you can't miss it again. Charlie was thus persuaded by the two.

Few students were willing to be confined to Snape, and even Slytherin students were under a lot of pressure when facing their headmaster.

"We'll train well. Fred and George said in unison.

"Guys, you'd never guess what I just saw. Wood ran over panting, ready to tell everyone something interesting.

"See what?"

"I just met Marcus Flint, his lips are inexplicably swollen like a sausage. You don't see him, he is covering his lips with his hands, and he looks like he has no face. Ah, no, let me laugh. ”

"Where is he?" Charlie also wanted to go over and watch to see the bad luck of his old rival.

He covered his lips and ran to the school hospital. Wood managed to stop laughing, and gestured to the crowd with emotion, describing Marcus Flint's bad luck.

There's nothing more joyful than seeing someone you hate unlucky.

At that moment, there was a sudden silence around them, and Albert followed everyone's line of sight, and a Hufflepuff girl was covering her lips with her hands and speeding away from the auditorium hall.

After a short laugh, everyone whispered about who was playing the prank.

After Albert finished eliminating the steak on the plate, he glanced at the equally expressionless George next to him, who seemed to sense Albert's gaze and shrugged his shoulders, innocently indicating that they did not do it.

"You made it?" Albert wondered how Fred and George had added ingredients to Marcus Flint's food.

"Peeves did it, and it has nothing to do with us!" Fred looked innocent, indicating that they really didn't do it, and that the two of them didn't have the ability to do so.

"You convinced Peeves?" Albert asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We promised to give Peeves some fun gadgets. Fred blinked innocent little eyes, "Anyway, you have to play tricks on the students, and it's the same for everyone, don't you say?"

Albert was speechless, and this was indeed true, for Peeves, the students at Hogwarts were not divided into four houses, they were all students anyway.

As it turned out, Albert was right, and over the next few days, many more people ate in the auditorium with their lips inexplicably swollen into hilarious sausage mouths.

Unable to find a reason, the students at Hogwarts were very uneasy, and everyone was afraid that one day it would suddenly be their turn to be unlucky.

Professor Sprout also made a point of inspecting the school's kitchen, but it was clearly not a house-elf problem.

One day, everyone finally found out why.

It can't be helped, who made Peeves be humming a weird little song and sprinkling strange seasoning into the steak they were eating.

Many people have seen with their own eyes that the lips of the students who ate the steaks with ingredients were like sausages in a short time.

Then, the thing is completely fried.

Everyone began to denounce Peeves, but it didn't work, and Peeves's pranks were not once or twice.

Filch wanted to use this opportunity to drive Peeves out of Hogwarts, who often opposed him, but he was unable to do so.

Among the Hogwarts administrators, there are many wizards who want to get rid of Peeves, and none of them have succeeded, let alone Filch, who can't use magic.

"How many of those things did you give Peeves. Albert glanced at Fred, who had been hit again, and asked in a low voice when the others weren't looking.

He was also unlucky with him just now.

Fortunately, after Albert found out that many people were tricked, he prepared antiswelling agents in advance, and when he encountered an abnormality, he directly strangled the problem in the cradle.

"It's just that bottle, it should be running out. George said uncertainly.

"We didn't expect that bottle of seasoning to last so long. Fred was also depressed. In the past few days, he has also accidentally eaten several times of added food.

It's all self-inflicted.

Peeves is crazy, it's unbearable.

"Don't forget, as promised, you're going to have to provide Peeves with a pack of dung bombs. Lee Jordan reminded in frustration that his lips were also swollen.

"Aren't you worried about the professors investigating who gave Peeves that bottle of seasoning?" Albert looked at the twins helplessly, now that Peeves was so clever at adding seasoning to his food that it was completely unguardable.

However, Albert's fears proved to be completely unnecessary.

The students of Hogwarts had never suspected the other students of this matter, and they were all now driven crazy by Peeves. When eating, always be careful not to eat something that has been added to the skin by Peeves.

Equally driven mad was Madam Pomfrey, a succession of students with swollen lips who appeared at the school hospital, and the body guard deserved to have Professor Snape prescribe a large amount of anti-swelling agents, and also specifically reminded everyone to go to the school hospital to get the swelling removals if they encountered this situation again.

Now, everyone knows that eliminating the sausage mouth and avoiding making a fool of themselves can solve the problem perfectly by using a small amount of swelling agent after noticing that they have been tricked, and they no longer need to guard against Peeves' pranks.

Naturally, there are a lot of swelling agents in the school hospital, but they can only be used after being hit, and there are actually quite a few wizards who can really configure this kind of potion, but many people's potion level is very average, from the fact that they dare not drink the potion they configure.

So, in the black market at Hogwarts, swelling agents suddenly became popular.