"So, let's do Snape's homework first...... How's that?" Ron asked, sticking his quill into the inkwell. "This is about moonstone, and its effect is in the making of each potion. ”

He muttered and wrote what he said from the very top of the parchment.

"Here," he underlined, and looked at Hermione expectantly. "So, what is the ingredient of moonstone and how to use it in potions?"

But Hermione wasn't listening, her eyes glancing into the far corner of the room. Fred, George, and Lee Jonden were sitting in the middle of a group of first-year freshmen, who were munching on something Fred was holding.

"The effect of moonstone is not very powerful, generally making potions about moonstone, a bottle needs about half a standard moonstone powder, add it in the middle of boiling, and use it to neutralize the potion......" Van Lin saw that Hermione was not in the mood and lowered his head and answered, "This is the basics, there is a ...... in the second-year potions textbook"

"No, it can't be, they're going too far. Hermione said suddenly, and stood up as she looked furious.

"Come on, ...... Vanlin"

"I ...... What are you doing?" Van Lin was a little stunned, he didn't notice the change in Hermione's expression, and Ron was diligently writing Van Lin's words on his parchment.

"And you, Ron, we have to stop them. Hermione said, taking on the majesty of a prefect in an instant.

Van Lin looked into the distance, and it was only then that he realized that everyone was almost back, and Fred and George were looking for the unlucky ones among the rest of Gryffindor.

"You know very well that they're selling snake boxes, or vomit medicine, or "

"Psychedelics?" Harry whispered.

As if struck on the head by an invisible stick, the first-year students slammed into their seats and on the floor one by one, their tongues curled.

Most of the spectators were laughing, but Hermione remained silent, directing directly from where Fred and George's clipboard stood, closely observing the unconscious first-year students.

Ron rose slightly from his chair, hesitated, and whispered a grumble to Harry.

"She messed everything up. Then he sat back in his chair.

"Enough. Hermione said to Fred and George, who both looked a little surprised.

"Yes, you're right," George said, nodding, "It's strong enough, isn't it?"

"I told you in the morning that you can't test your garbage on students. ”

"We have paid them. Fred said indignantly.

"I don't care about that, it's very dangerous. ”

"And, garbage?"

"Quiet, Hermione, they're alright. Lee said comfortingly as he walked past the first-graders, and put the purple candy in their open mouths.

"Yes, look, they woke up. George said.

Many first-year students are confused. Many people looked surprised to find themselves lying on the floor or swaying in their chairs.

Van Lin was sure that Fred and Zhi hadn't warned them about what would happen to the candy.

"Are you feeling okay?" asked George gently, the little brunette girl who was lying on his feet.

"I, I think so," she said, staggering.

"Perfect," Fried was delighted, but the next second Hermione had snatched the snake sharpener box and vomit medicine out of his hands.

"It's not perfect!"

"But it's, they're still alive, aren't they?" said Fred exasperatedly.

"You can't do that, what if you make one of them sick?"

"We don't want them to get sick, we've tested it on ourselves, it's just a test to see if everybody's reacting the same. ”

"If you don't stop, I'll ......"

"Shut us up?" Fred asked, in a tone of "you might as well try it."

"Punish us for copying?" said George, smirking smirk.

The onlookers in the room laughed. Hermione straightened, her eyes narrowed, and her supple hair looked like it was bursting.

Van Lin glared desperately at Hermione's side, motioning to Fred and George not to challenge Hermione's temper.

However, this is useless, in the matter of Fred and George, Van Lin still summed up some useful things, and self-preservation is king.

What else can I do?

Tell Hermione that Fred also had some of George's funding and most of the technology that he provided?

Fred apparently didn't care, though, Hermione was all too familiar.

"No," Hermione said firmly, her voice trembling slightly with anger, "but I'll write to your mother. ”

"Oh, Hermione, you won't," George said in fear, stepping back from her.

"Oh, yes, I will," Hermione said sternly, "I can't forbid you to eat these stupid things, but you can't give this to a first-yearman." ”

Fred and George looked like they had been electrocuted. It was clear that, as they feared, Hermione's threat had a hole in it.

Hermione gave them one last menacing look, tossed the snake box and bag back into his hands, and returned to her chair by the fire.

Ron cowered in his seat, his nose brushing against his knees.

"Thank you, Ron," Hermione said sarcastically.

"You can do this on your own. Ron muttered.

"And you, Vanlin......" Hermione said angrily, "you have to take responsibility, they're only first-year freshmen, and you're the student council president......"

"Uh-huh!" Van Lin hurriedly agreed, in fact, he was really useless as the president of the student council, at least until now, Van Lin didn't understand what he was going to do?

Hermione stared at her black parchment for a few seconds and said sharply, "Oh, not good, I can't concentrate anymore, I'm going to sleep." ”

Hermione said, as if remembering that there was something left undone, and she opened her pocket, and Van Lin wondered if maybe she would take her book out.

Hermione, however, took out two misshapen, hairy objects, carefully placed them on the table near the fireplace, covered them with a small piece of screw-like parchment and a broken quill, and stood back and looked at them with admiration.

"Tell me in Merlin's name, what are you doing?" said Ron, looking at her as if she was crazy.

"It's a hat for house-elves". She said briskly, putting her book back in the bag. "I've been doing these things since I got back to London, I didn't use magic, my knitting was slow, but now that I'm back in school I can do a lot. ”