Naturally, Snape would not really poison a student to death, but he could still make someone spend Christmas in bed.
If he did not brew a qualified antidote, this risk could happen at any time, especially for students who were in fourth grade and above.
Especially for students above the fourth grade, they could not miss the Christmas dance because of Snape's poison.
"He's really bad!" Ron said angrily in Gryffindor's common room, "He came to test us on the last day and ruined the last bit of time of the semester with a lot of homework."
"Well, you didn't actually work too hard, did you?" Hermione looked at Ron from her potions class notes.
Ron was busy building a castle with his explosive cards. This pastime was much more interesting than playing Muggle.
If he did not do it properly, the whole thing would explode at any time.
"Come on, Hermione, it's Christmas!" Harry said lazily.
He sat in an armchair by the fire, reading "Flying with the Artillery Team" for the tenth time.
Hermione turned her head and looked at him with a serious gaze.
"Christmas?!" Hermione said, "If you don't want to spend the whole holiday lying in bed vomiting and having diarrhea, then you must follow Snape's instructions and concentrate on brewing the antidote. He will definitely poison you. Harry, he means what he says, no one can help you!"
"I know!" Harry said carelessly as he watched Joai Jenkens of the Artillery Team hit a ball hard at a ball chaser from the Bali Castle Bat Team.
"Yeah, if we can't find a dance partner, maybe we shouldn't have shown up at that damn dance," Ron said.
"You have to go, Ron, you're a warrior!" Hermione stared at him angrily.
"I'm just kidding …" Ron did not dare to look Hermione in the eye and stepped back, indicating that he knew about it.
When Hermione lowered her head to study the potions textbook again, he lowered his voice and asked Harry, "What's wrong with her?"
Hermione looked more irritable than usual, and the words "don't mess with me" were clearly written on her face.
"She didn't find a dance partner. I heard from Elwyn that they haven't talked about it yet," Harry said softly.
Ron nodded as if he understood and put the last two cards on the top of the castle.
The whole castle exploded with a bang, singeing his eyebrows.
"Very nice, Ron. It goes well with your ceremonial robe," said Fred.
He and George pulled Elwyn over. The three of them had been discussing a new prank product and how to collect the debt from Bagman.
After trying all kinds of methods to no avail, they finally asked Elwyn for help.
Although in Elwyn's opinion, it was almost impossible for them to get Ludo Bagman to pay back the money.
Bagman had long gone bankrupt. He owed a lot of gambling debts, and there was no way he could pay them off.
Instead of returning the money to Fred and George, he might as well use it to escape.
In the end, Elwyn helped the two of them write a strict letter to be sent.
They sat down at Harry, Ron, and Hermione's table. Ron touched his eyebrows and checked the extent of his burns.
"Ron, can we borrow Piglet for a while?" George asked.
"For what?!" Ron said, staring at him suspiciously.
"Because George wants to invite it to the ball," Fred said sarcastically.
"Because we have a letter to deliver, you big, stupid fool," George said.
"Who are you writing to, huh?" Ron asked.
"Mind your own business, Ron, or I'll burn your nose too." Fred said, waving his wand threateningly at Ron. "What, looking at you guys, haven't you found a dance partner yet?"
This sentence was obviously very sensitive. Even Hermione stopped pretending to read and looked up at Fred with a frown.
"No!" Ron said, shaking his head. This was really depressing.
"I say, guys, you'd better hurry up, or all the good girls will be chosen." Fred paused. Noticing Hermione's eyes, he had to add, "The same goes for the good boys. If you don't start soon, you'll be chosen!"
"Who are you going with?" said Ron.
"Angelina," Fred answered without hesitation, not at all embarrassed.
"What?!" Ron asked in surprise. "You've invited her?"
"That's a good question," said Fred. He turned to the other end of the common room. "Hey, Angelina!"
Angelina was talking to Aria Spinnett by the fire. She heard the shout and looked at Fred.
"What's up?" she asked loudly.
"Will you go to the ball with me?"
Angelina looked at Fred with a measuring gaze. She wasn't embarrassed at all.
"All right," she said. She turned around and continued chatting with Aria with a faint smile on her face.
"It's done!" Fred said to Elwyn, Harry and Ron. "It's that simple. It's a piece of cake."
Under everyone's surprised gaze, he stood up proudly and yawned.
"George, since Ron doesn't want to lend us the piglet, we'd better use one of the school owls. Let's go …"
They left, but Elwyn stayed behind.
The four of them didn't say anything. They looked at each other for a while. Elwyn noticed that Hermione was avoiding his gaze.
Then, she lowered her head to study her potions textbook.
Elwyn wanted to say something, just like Fred, but no words came out.
Ron stopped stroking his eyebrows. He looked at Elwyn and Harry through the ruins of the castle, which was still smoking.
"Guys, it's time for us to do something. Invite someone. He's right. We don't want to end up dancing with a pair of ugly people. "
With a smack, Hermione closed the book in her hands.
She was obviously furious. She even stuttered when she spoke.
"Ron, what did you just say?!" She raised her eyebrows and asked.
"Sigh, you know it even if I don't say it!" Ron shrugged and said in a tone that everyone could understand, "I'd rather go to the ball alone than find someone like, for example, Heloise Midgen."
"Her pimples have gotten better recently. She's actually quite pretty!"
"Come on, she's ugly enough. It's not just the pimples. I think her nose is a little crooked." Ron said.
"Oh, I understand. I finally understand what you guys are thinking!" Hermione was infuriated. She stood up immediately. "So, basically, you guys just want to invite the prettiest girl who's willing to accept you, even if she's a bad person through and through?"
"Yeah, that's basically right." Ron said.
"Alright!" Hermione took a deep breath and said unhappily, "I'm going to bed!"
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