The Alchemist of Harry Potter

At the end of January, the weather still showed no sign of warming.

When I woke up in the morning, the sky was still gray, and there were occasional snowflakes falling. On the way to the auditorium, Albert always felt that something bad was going to happen, listening to the topic of chatting between Fred and George.

Albert ate bread and corn chowder, chatting with Lee Jordan beside him about registering for the Wizards card game. Suddenly, I saw Charlie hurriedly walking towards here, apparently looking for Fred and George who had been locked up several times.

"You've missed a few Quidditch trainings." Charlie stared at his younger brothers in dissatisfaction and reminded: "There's not much time left until the next Quidditch match, we lose once, if this If you lose again, you will miss out on this year’s…”

"Charlie, we didn't do it on purpose." George put down the spoon and looked up at Charlie with a helpless expression on his face.

"That's a last resort." Fred quickly echoed: "If we have a choice, we would rather go to the Quidditch pitch for training than face Snape."

I don't know what happened, but it sounds very convincing.

"Okay, but you can't miss the next training." Charlie was thus persuaded by the two.

Few students were willing to be locked up in Snape's place, and even Slytherin students had to bear a lot of pressure when facing their dean.

"We will train well." Fred and George said in unison.

"Guys, you will never guess, what I saw just now." Wood ran over panting, ready to tell everyone an interesting news.

"See what?"

"I just met Marcus Flint, and his lips are swollen like a sausage for some reason. You didn't see him, he covered his lips with his hands, and he looked shameless. 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 ran to the school hospital with his lips covered." Wood finally stopped his laughter, raised his hand and gestured towards the crowd, and described Marcus Flint's unfortunate situation with emotion.

There's nothing more satisfying than seeing the guy you hate go bad.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and Albert followed everyone's line of sight. A Hufflepuff girl was covering her lips with her hands and quickly fled the auditorium hall.

After a brief laugh, everyone murmured about who was actually playing the prank.

After Albert finished destroying the steak on the plate, he glanced at George, who was also expressionless next to him. The latter seemed to sense Albert's gaze and shrugged his shoulders, innocently saying that they didn't do it.

"You actually succeeded?" Albert was curious about how Fred and George added ingredients to Marcus Flint's food.

"It was done by Peeves, and it has nothing to do with us!" Fred said innocently, saying that this was really not what they did, and neither of them had the ability to do so.

"You persuaded Peeves?" Albert asked with an eyebrow raised.

"We promised to provide Peeves with some interesting gadgets." Fred blinked innocently. "Anyway, it's the same as making fun of students, and it's the same as making fun of everyone, don't you think?"

Albert was speechless, this is indeed true,

For Peeves, Hogwarts students are not divided into the four major houses, they are all students anyway.

As it turned out, Albert was right, and in the next few days, many more people were eating in the auditorium with their lips swollen into funny sausage mouths.

Unable to find the 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 went out of his way to inspect the school kitchen, but apparently it wasn't the house-elves' problem.

One day, everyone finally found out why.

No way, who made Peeves humming weird little tunes and sprinkling strange seasonings into the steak they ate.

Many people saw with their own eyes that the lips of the students who ate the beef steak were swollen like sausages.

Then, it was completely fried.

Everyone began to criticize Peeves, but it was useless, and Peeves' pranks were not once or twice.

Filch wanted to use this opportunity to drive Peeves, who often opposes him, out of Hogwarts, but he failed in the end.

Among the Hogwarts administrators, there were many wizards who wanted to drive away Peeves, and none of them succeeded, let alone Filch, who couldn't use magic.

"How much of that stuff did you give Peeves." Albert glanced at Fred, who had been hit again, and asked in a low voice when no one was paying attention.

He was also unlucky just now.

Fortunately, after Albert discovered that many people were recruited, he prepared anti-swelling agents in advance. When he encountered an abnormality, he directly killed the problem in the cradle.

"Only the bottle, which should be almost used up." George said uncertainly.

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

Completely self-inflicted.

Peeves went crazy, it was unbearable.

"Don't forget, according to the agreement, you have to provide Peeves with a bag of dung bombs." Lee Jordan reminded depressedly, 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' method of seasoning food has become more sophisticated, completely Unpredictable.

However, it turns out that Albert's concerns were completely superfluous.

The students at Hogwarts never suspected this on the other students, who were now almost driven mad by Peeves. When eating, always be careful not to eat something that has been spiked by Peeves.

Madam Pomfrey was also driven mad. Students with swollen lips appeared in the school hospital one after another. This bodyguard deserved Professor Snape to prepare a lot of anti-swelling agents, and also specially reminded everyone that if they encounter this If this is the case, go to the school hospital to collect the swelling agent.

Now, everyone knows that to eliminate the sausage mouth and avoid making a fool of yourself, you only need to use a small amount of anti-swelling agent to solve the problem perfectly after realizing that you are being tricked. They no longer need to guard against Peeves' pranks.

There are naturally a lot of anti-swelling agents in the school hospital, but they need to be recruited before they can be used. There are actually many wizards who can prepare this kind of medicine, but many people's potions are of average level, and they dare not drink their own preparations. The magic potion will know.

So, in the black market of Hogwarts, the anti-swelling agent suddenly became popular.