Christmas is coming.

One day in mid-December, Carl wakes up from his dream to find that the school is once again covered in snow.

Wrapped in thick coats, young students hurried through the corridors of an icy hell with their necks hunched.

If it weren't for class, no one would want to travel in such weather.

The second-year Gryffindor students habitually gathered together and chatted as they walked towards the classroom for the next Potions class.

With such bad weather and Snape's stinky face, the thought of these sad things, naughty people like Fred and George couldn't help but start to use their crooked brains.

At first, they asked Carl if there was any magic that could make the Potions class disappear with a bang.

After receiving a regrettable answer, they began to discuss how to perform such "magic".

Emily gave the simplest answer: "If Snape is missing, then today's Potions class will definitely be canceled." ”

For this teacher who once scared her into tears, Emily rarely showed her less "gentle" side.

The Gryffindor sophomores looked thoughtful at the same time, and then George was disappointed, "It's a pity that we're only in the second year now. ”

Karl blinked, still deciding not to tell the two children about Snape's glorious resume.

He was sure that Fred and George would find a way to cause trouble for Snape in the future, and their petty fights were built on their only ability to fight in the future······

However, the youngest Death Eater, the youngest Dean of Slytherin, the youngest Potions Master······

Snape's talent and prowess are unquestionable.

Carl didn't think that "good" students like Fred and George would be able to trouble Snape in the future.

He's pretty much the same.

The others looked similar, and it was clear that beating Snape was something that many Gryffindors wanted to do.

"Actually." "We can think differently, and if we're sick, then we don't have to go to class." ”

Angelina, who was on the side, applauded, "What a great idea!" Do you think Madam Pomfrey will let you go, though?! ”

As the most famous school doctor at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey has always been a killer of students who dare to get sick. Her medical skills and mastery of magic provide her with the most powerful support for her students' painful lives.

The thought of those bitter potions made everyone's faces bitter.

Lee Jordan, who heard Angelina's sarcasm, couldn't hold back his face, and he said: "Maybe there is some way to pretend to be sick, such as being sick with a wave of a wand." ”

He looked at Carl expectantly, "There's such magic, right?" ”

"Yes." Karl said calmly.

Everyone came interested.

"Blight magic." Carl explained, "This magic can make people sick, coughing, fever, nosebleeds, whatever. ”

"So ······" Fred was particularly interested in the magic, "Will you, Carl?" ”

Carl shook his head: "No, this kind of magic is very unpopular, and it is useless. ”

He didn't say any more.

This magic is a type of dark magic and is very dangerous in itself, but later wizards improved it, so that records of this magic can be found in the Hogwarts library.

However, the exact casting steps have long since been erased, and Carl estimates that only the forbidden book area can find this magical spell.

"How could it be useless!" George exclaimed, "I'm sure at least half of the students at Hogwarts want to master this magic!" ”

"That's fine," Fred continued, "you can take whatever class you want." ”

"And then you're going to get swollen ass from your mom for getting too many A's and P's on your final exams." Karl said unceremoniously.

"Our butts won't get swollen." George grinned and said, "It's already swollen." ”

In Potions class, Snape's face was as gloomy as the weather outside.

Carl and the others were also used to Snape's gloomy face, and they didn't know why, but they knew that the professor in front of them didn't like Gryffindor.

Especially this year, without the big commotion from Carl and others, Gryffindor and Slytherin scores are very tight.

Snape looked at Gryffindor even more unpleasantly.

After surviving Snape's ordeal, the next step was an easy one: they had a good night's sleep in the history of magic class, and then had a fun afternoon with Frieve.

Then, in the evening, Percy brought even better news: tonight's astronomy class had been cancelled due to dark clouds.

After Percy said the news, the depression on his face contrasted sharply with the ecstasy of Fred and the others.

"Actually, astronomy class can be theoretical." He seriously suspected that the astronomy professor himself did not want to go to the observatory to blow cold wind in this weather. "You're just missing a class!"

"Percy, because you said the most beautiful thing of the year, you can get a Christmas gift from me." Fred, who was still in joy, was dissatisfied, "It's a pity that your last words once again explain why you are annoying!" ”

"I've heard some rumors about me at school lately." Percy glared at George, who was holding his arm and shaking it vigorously, and told him to stop, "I hope it's not you!" ”

"Of course not us!" George exclaimed, they had long been familiar with lying, "Anyway, what gossip?" ”

Percy's face froze: "No, it's nothing. He paused and said fiercely, "Anyway, it's something unpleasant, and when I become a prefect next year······"

"yes, yes, our Percy is going to be a prefect next year."

Fred interrupted Percy's words and wiped away his non-existent tears: "Why can't time be skipped with one click, I really wish I could see the prefect's badge hanging on my dear brother's chest tomorrow." ”

Percy's face turned red from Fred's squeezing, and his head grew larger from excessive congestion, a hilarious scene that made Fred and George laugh even louder.

"But our family has always been a prefect! Except for the two of you! He let out a loud shout and walked out of the crowd of Carl and the others in a rage.

"He's been reading weird books since the beginning of this summer." Fred said to his classmates who didn't know what was going on, "'How to be a good prefect,' the argument there affected him, and the already annoying person became even more annoying." ”

Carl had a different opinion, and said to Percy that the Weasleys were prefects, and that Percy wanted to continue this glorious record, and that was not to be commended.

And according to his observations, Percy is really good and very hard-working. In all fairness, it was his hard work day and night that made him stand out and become the best candidate for the next male prefect.

But he didn't explain it to Percy.

As Fred said, Percy, after reading the book, held the shelf, and called it "the majesty of the prefect" is indeed very annoying.