Chapter 847 Experiments and Hats

"Well, how about we do Snape's homework first...?" Ron asked questioningly, while putting his quill into the ink bottle. "These things about moonstone are in the making of every potion."

He muttered and wrote what he said from the top of the parchment.

"Here," he underlined the title and looked at Hermione expectantly. "So, what are the ingredients of moonstone and how to use it in making potions?"

But Hermione wasn't listening, her eyes wandering to the far corners of the room. Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were sitting among a group of first-year students, who was chewing something that Fred was holding.

"Moonstone is not very powerful. Generally, to make moonstone potions, one bottle requires about half a standard piece of moonstone powder, which is added halfway through the brewing process to neutralize the potion..." Fan Lin Seeing that Hermione was not in the mood, she lowered her head and answered, "This is basic knowledge. It's in the second grade potions textbook..."

"No, that's not allowed, they've gone too far." Hermione suddenly said, standing up with an angry look in her eyes.

"Come on, Fanlin..."

"What...what am I doing?" Fan Lin was in a daze. He didn't notice the change in Hermione's expression, while Ron was diligently writing Fan Lin's words on his parchment.

"And you, Ron, we have to stop them." Hermione said, showing the majesty of a female prefect in an instant.

Fan Lin looked into the distance, and then he realized that everyone was almost back, while Fred and George were looking for the unlucky guy among the other Gryffindors.

"You know full well they're selling snake-cutting boxes, or vomiting pills, or whatever."

"Psychedelics?" Harry hinted quietly.

As if being hit over the head with an invisible stick, the first-year students suddenly collapsed one after another on their seats and on the floor, their tongues curling.

Most of the people watching were laughing, but Hermione remained calm, directing where Fred and George stood with their clipboards, closely observing the unconscious first year.

Ron stood up slightly from his chair, hesitated, then complained softly to Harry.

"She messed everything up." Then she sank back into her chair.

"That's enough," Hermione said to Fred and George, who looked a little surprised.

"Yes, you are right," George said as he nodded, "This medicine is strong enough, right?"

"I told you in the morning, you can't test your crap on students."

"We paid them," Fred said indignantly.

"I don't care about that, it's very dangerous."

"And, trash?"

"Quiet, Hermione, they're okay," Lee soothed as he walked past the first years, placing the purple candy into their open mouths.

"Yeah, look, they're awake," George said.

Many first-year students are confused. Many looked surprised to find themselves lying on the floor or swaying in their chairs.

Fanlin was sure Fred and Zhi didn't warn them what the candy would do.

"Are you feeling okay?" George asked gently to a small dark-haired girl who was lying on his feet.

"I, I think so," she said unsteadily.

"Perfect," Fred was very happy, but in the next second Hermione had snatched the snake sharpening box and the vomiting medicine away from his hand.

"It's not perfect!"

"But it is, they're still alive and kicking, aren't they?" said Fred angrily.

"You can't do this, what if you make one of them sick?"

"We're not trying to make them sick, we've tried it on ourselves and it's just a test to see if everyone reacts the same way."

"If you don't stop, I will..."

"Give us detention?" Fred asked, in a "you might as well give it a try" tone.

"Force us to copy?" George said with a proud smile.

Everyone in the room laughed. Hermione straightened up, her eyes narrowed, and her silky hair looked like it was exploding again.

Fan Lin winked desperately next to Hermione, signaling Fred and George not to challenge Hermione's temper.

However, this is of no use. Regarding Fred and George, Fanlin still summed up some useful things. Protecting yourself wisely is the best way.

Otherwise, what else can be done?

Tell Hermione that he provided part of Fred and George's funding and most of their technology?

But Fred obviously didn't care. He was too familiar with Hermione.

"No," Hermione said firmly, her voice trembling slightly with anger, "but I will write to your mother."

"Oh, Hermione, you can't," George said fearfully, taking a step away from her.

"Oh, yes, I will," Hermione said sternly, "I can't ban you from eating these stupid things, but you can't give them to the first years."

Fred and George looked like they'd been shocked. It was clear that, just as they had feared, Hermione's threat had a hidden agenda.

Giving them one last threatening look, Hermione tossed the snake-whipping box and bag back into his hands and resumed her chair by the fire.

Ron huddled in his seat, his nose brushing against his knees.

"Thank you, Ron," Hermione said sarcastically.

"You can handle this on your own," Ron muttered.

"And you, Fanlin..." Hermione said angrily, "You must take responsibility. They are only freshmen, and you are the president of the student union..."

"Yeah, yeah!" Fan Lin quickly agreed. In fact, he is really useless as the president of the student union. At least until now, Fan Lin doesn't understand what he wants to do?

Hermione stared at her black parchment for a few seconds and said sharply, "Oh, that's not good. I can't concentrate. I'm going to bed."

Hermione said, as if remembering that there was something she had not done, she opened her pocket, and Fanlin was thinking that maybe she would take out her book.

But Hermione took out two deformed, furry things, placed them carefully on the table near the fireplace, covered them with a small piece of screw-shaped parchment and a broken quill, and stood back. Watching with admiration.

"Tell me in Merlin's name, what are you doing?" said Ron, looking at her as if she were crazy.

"It's a hat for a house elf." she said briskly, putting her books back into the bag. "I've been making these things since I got back to London. I don't use magic. My knitting is very slow, but now that I'm back at school I can do a lot more." (To be continued)