Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Because lunch time was only half over, there were still many students in the auditorium. As usual, they gathered with their friends and happily ate delicious fried pork chops and baked potatoes.

However, at this moment, an extremely strong smell suddenly drifted in from outside.

The little wizards who were sitting closer to the door were the first to suffer. They were caught off guard and almost vomited all over the table.

"Ugh... damn, who threw the big shit eggs in the corridor!" a Gryffindor wearing a prefect badge roared.

His voice could be considered a good thing, at least it alerted the people sitting inside.

The next second, they also smelled the smell.

The entire auditorium was in chaos. The students stopped eating and rushed out of the auditorium.

But it wasn't until they went out that they realized that the smell outside was mellower, but it was impossible to go back at this time, so they had no choice but to run to their respective common rooms.

In the chaos, Percy keenly noticed that his two twin brothers did not seem to be in the auditorium.

"Fred, George, it's really you..."

Percy felt that he had discovered the truth. He squeezed out of the Great Hall and walked angrily to the Gryffindor common room, "I must write and tell mother!"

"My dear brother, what are you going to tell mother..."

At this time, two identical figures suddenly appeared at the corner in front, blocking his way.

George laughed and said: "Before you write to mother, can you tell us what happened in the auditorium? We have only been out for a while, why has this place become so... lively?"

"Stop pretending, don't you know about the good things you have done?" Percy said angrily: "Throwing a large number of big dung eggs in the castle has also affected almost all the students. You will make Gryffindor lose a lot of points. !”

"Wait, Percy..." Fred was also very angry, "Even if you are our favorite brother, you can't slander us like this."

"That's right." George nodded seriously: "We have been on the Quidditch field just now, how could we have time to throw big dung eggs in the castle."

"Stop making excuses, you..."

"Go and ask." Fred interrupted angrily, "All the players can vouch for us."

George glanced at him even more disappointedly and said, "Percy, I never expected that you would actually slander your own brother just to take credit."

"I will definitely write to my mother about this."

After saying that, the two turned around and left.

Percy looked at their backs and remembered what they had vowed before, and suddenly felt a little panicked.

"Am I really thinking wrong?"

He scratched his hair, a little worried that they would really write a letter to his mother to accuse him, and wanted to chase after him, but he couldn't save his face, so he could only stand there in confusion.

On the other side, Fred and George were laughing their heads off as soon as they walked out of Percy's sight.

Fred took a deep breath and said in a daze: "It is indeed a special dung egg worth twenty galleons. The taste is really unmatched by ordinary products."

"To be precise, it should be nineteen galleons and ten sickles." George corrected: "Don't forget there is also a big bag of bumper balloons."

"Sorry, I forgot about this." Fred said with some confusion: "But what's the use of Kyle's balloon? That thing will burst when touched. It can be said to be the lowest joke prop."

"Who knows." George shrugged and said, "Maybe it has some other uses."

The two talked as they walked, and soon merged into the chaotic crowd.

On the way, they also met Kyle. The three of them looked at each other and in a tacit understanding, no one spoke to the other.

When Kyle returned to the common room, there were already many people there.

"They're from the Slytherin Quidditch team. Rozier and Marcus are both here."

A senior senior was sitting on the sofa in the middle and said: "They were playing with dung eggs in an empty classroom on the second floor and blew up the door, but Peeves happened to see them.

Then Peeves shouted loudly in the corridor again, attracting many people. Now Rosier and the others have been taken to Professor Snape's office by Filch.

But they claim they are the victims. "

They still believed the last sentence.

After all, Rozier is a seventh grader. No matter what, he would never lock himself in an abandoned classroom and play with dung balls. He must have been tricked.

But it has nothing to do with them.

Harris, who was sitting next to him, took a sip of pumpkin juice and gloated: "Ha, you deserve it."

Someone in the crowd said worriedly: "Do you think Professor Snape will doubt us?"

"Then just be suspicious. It's not us who did it anyway." Harris said nonchalantly: "And the conflict between us and Rozier happened a week ago. In comparison, Gryffindor's suspicion is only Be bigger.”

…

"It must be Gryffindor!" Rosier said tremblingly in the potions office.

Marcus and the others were taken away by Filch and imprisoned. Only Rozier was left standing. He stood in the corner, his face was black and he looked very depressed.

Being slapped on the face by a big turd egg is only one aspect of the output, but more is being frozen.

When he was brought here by Filch, Snape flushed him with clean water three times and did not allow him to use any spells to dry his clothes.

Because only in this way, the stench on his body would be less obvious.

But the problem is that the Potions Office is right next to the underground classroom, and the temperature is already low. Plus, it's still November, so when the breeze blows... not to mention it's very exciting.

In just a few minutes, a thin layer of ice formed on Rozier's clothes.

"You don't need to tell me this."

Snape glanced at him coldly and said, "What I don't understand is, how could you be so stupid and return Nimbus 2000... Where is your brain? Did you lend it to the troll?"

"Professor, I didn't want to open it." Rozier trembled and said, "I just wanted to hide it, but I didn't expect Peeves to come..."

Rozier explained the matter roughly, and after omitting some unimportant details, he successfully portrayed himself as a good captain who cared about Slytherin's honor.

After hearing this, Snape looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Is everything you said true?"

"It's all true." Rozier said firmly: "I can guarantee it, Professor."

"Very good. Not that stupid."

Snape threw him a potion and said, "Go find Filch."

Rozier felt like he was being pardoned. After taking the potion, he poured it directly into his mouth.

After taking the purple potion, his face turned even greener, and he choked and coughed repeatedly.

To be honest, this taste is not much better than the previous big dung eggs.