George left in a hurry.

Since Kyle's family doesn't have an internet connection, he needs to make a trip back to the Burrow before heading to Diagon Alley through his family's fireplace.

Fred had wanted to go along, but when he passed by a mirror, he changed his mind and turned back to the attic.

Although Fred is usually a little arrogant, he is not completely indifferent to his image, and he doesn't want to appear in the crowded Diagon Alley with the current appearance.

Otherwise, after the start of school, he will probably become the first joke of the new school year.

In the attic, Kyle is studying the twins' results for the past few days.

——A large box full of more than a dozen different kinds of candy, and they are all the most popular varieties on the market.

Honey candy, butterfat gummies, toffee, and chocolate candy are all available.

Kyle pinched a creamy gummy and as soon as he got closer, he smelled a faint bitter smell that was incompatible with the sweetness of the candy itself.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Fred seems to be trying to say something, but Kyle doesn't understand.

He took out a notebook and wrote on it:

"This is a failure, and we found that only toffee can mask the smell of the swollen potion."

Kyle nodded, picked up another piece of toffee and sniffed it, the bitterness was indeed much lighter, and he couldn't find it if he didn't look closely.

It's just that their way of dealing with it is too rough, it's just a hole in the candy and a swollen potion in it.

If you are more detailed, you may be able to completely mask the smell of the swollen potion.

Of course, it could be that they are too lazy to do so.

After all, this thing wasn't even a half-finished product until the dosage of the swelling potion was taken care of.

Fred then gives Kyle a notebook that records all of their previous experiments, and clearly states the specific reasons for each failure, as well as the consequences of each failure.

There are almost a dozen pages, which can be said to be quite detailed.

As Kyle flipped through his notebook, George returned, still holding a paper bag full of shrunken figs.

"There's no need to buy so much, George." Kyle stretched out his hand and said, "The wrinkled fig is only a secondary function, one or two are enough." ”

"Be prepared." George naturally handed the item in his hand to Kyle and asked with a smile, "What, are you going to join us too?" ”

Kyle shrugged, "I've been doing my homework for a week, so I'm going to have some fun." ”

"Speaking of which......" George said with a sudden sigh, "I can't believe you're wasting your precious vacation time on those assignments."

The same is true of Percy, who was still complaining that I had disturbed him when I went back just now.

Oh my God, I just opened the door, and he wasn't doing his homework in the living room! ”

"I have to say, you're much better than him at this point, at least you never blame us for not being able to write your homework."

Kyle didn't care about the Weasleys' daily interactions, taking out two wrinkled figs on his own, peeling them and squeezing out the juice.

Taking advantage of this time, George also took out half a bottle of expansion potion from the box next to him, he thought about it, found an empty bottle, and took out half of the potion inside.

Fred and George were average potions, and Mrs. Weasley didn't allow anyone to fiddle with the crucible at home. In a hurry, they bought all these swelling potions directly from Diagon Alley, which was a pint of five Galleons.

Let's save some of it.

After adding the juice of the wrinkled fig, the color of the swollen potion began to slowly change, and soon changed from the original sky blue to light blue.

Kyle nodded.

It doesn't change to another color, which means that the properties of the potion haven't changed.

He picked up the bottle and prepared to put it on his hand to try the effect.

But George stopped him.

"No, no, Kyle, you can't do that."

George said with a serious face, "What we need is to make the tongue bigger, not the hand." ”

With that, he took out a new candy from his pocket, dripped some potion on it, and put it directly in his mouth.

"I really shouldn't have eaten it." George said vaguely, "This smell is so weird, it's like a whine...... Woohoo......"

George's cheeks began to puff up slowly, and the words that came out turned into muffled whimpering.

That's his tongue.

Fred was dancing excitedly and whining, as if celebrating something.

George's tongue began to swell rapidly, and soon it reached outward, looking like a slippery python.

"Looks like it worked."

Kyle looked at George.

The wrinkled fig did neutralize a portion of the swollen potion and dull it a lot, only working on the tongue that was in contact with the potion the most.

As long as you find a way to get rid of the special taste of the potion, so that the little wizards can't taste it, this "quick-acting truant candy" will be truly completed.

Fred and George were overjoyed.

"You're yours, Kyle...... Haha, shrunken figs. ”

After the effects of the swelling potion had passed, George said excitedly, "You don't know, we're actually going to give up. ”

"The swelling potion is too expensive." Fred spread his hands and said, "Before this, we had already wasted a whole bottle. ”

"Five Galleons." George ached, "We should have waited for you together." ”

The thought of wasting five Galleons in vain made his heart begin to bleed.

If it were to be replaced with a big dung egg, it would be enough for them to fight a small battle with Slytherin.

"Aren't you rich?" Kyle asked, "One hundred Galleons per person, it won't be spent?" ”

"Having money and being wasteful are two different things." Fred sighed and said, "And we only have thirty Galleons left now, and it's a total of thirty Galleons." ”

On the first day of the holiday, Mrs. Weasley accidentally knocked out the purse they had hidden while beating Fred and George.

The golden Garon nearly stunned Mrs. Weasley, who thought the twins had robbed some Slytherin student at school.

Although Fred and George were quick to tell the origin of these Garons, Mrs. Weasley was not convinced.

It wasn't until Chris had passed over that he explained the matter.

Mrs. Weasley, however, confiscated the Garons for fear that they would do something bad.

Now, all Fred and George have on them is the ones that are hidden in the boxes.

Thirty Galleons, as they say, no more, no less, just enough.

(End of chapter)