Chapter 612: A Piece of Cake

Of course Snape wouldn't actually poison the students, but he could still put someone in bed for Christmas.

If no qualified antidote is prepared, this risk may occur at any time.

Especially for students above Year 4, they were unlikely to miss the Christmas ball because of Snape's poison.

"He's so bad!" said Ron angrily in the Gryffindor common room. "Quizzing us on the last day and ruining the last bit of term with a lot of homework."

"Well, you're not actually trying too hard, are you?" Hermione looked at Ron from her Potions notes.

Ron was busy building castles with his crackling deck, which was a much more fun pastime than Muggle decks.

If he didn't get it right, the whole thing he built would explode at any moment.

"Come on, Hermione, it's Christmas!" said Harry lazily.

He sat in an armchair by the fire and read "Flying with the Cannon" for the tenth time.

Hermione turned her head to look at him gravely.

"Christmas?!" Hermione said, "If you don't want to lie in a hospital bed with vomiting and diarrhea throughout the holiday, you must concentrate on making the antidote according to Snape's request, and he will definitely poison you, haha Li, he did what he said, and no one can help you!"

"I know!" said Harry nonchalantly, watching as Joey Jenkins of the Cannons slammed a Bludger hard at a Fort Barry Bats Chaser.

"Yeah, if the two of us can't find a partner, maybe we shouldn't be at the bloody ball," said Ron.

"You have to participate, Ron, you're a warrior!" Hermione stared at him angrily.

"I was just joking." Ron didn't dare to meet Hermione's eyes, and dodged back a bit, signaling that he knew about it.

As Hermione lowered her head to study the Potions textbook again, he asked Harry in a low voice, "What the hell is going on with her?"

Hermione looked even more irritable than usual, clearly writing the words "Don't mess with me" on her face.

"She didn't find a dance partner. I heard from Ivan that the two of them haven't talked about this topic yet." Harry whispered.

Ron nodded knowingly, and placed the last two cards on top of the castle.

With a bang, the entire castle exploded, scorching his eyebrows.

"It's very pretty, Ron, and it goes just fine with your gown," said Fred.

He and George pulled Ivan over. The three of them were just discussing new prank products and how to collect debts from Bagman.

After trying various methods to no avail, they finally asked Aiwen for help.

Although in Ivan's view, it is almost impossible for them to ask Ludo Bagman to pay back the money.

Bagman has long been bankrupt, and he owes a lot of gambling debts, and there is no way to pay them off.

With that money back to Fred and George, he might as well run away.

In the end, Aiwen helped the two of them write a stern letter and prepared to send it.

They sat down at Harry, Ron and Hermione's table, and Ron stroked his brow, examining the extent of his burns.

"Ron, can we borrow Piggy?" George asked.

"What?!" said Ron, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Because George wanted to invite him to the ball," said Fred sarcastically.

"Because we've got a letter to send, you big stupid fool," said George.

"Who do you write to, huh?" asked Ron.

"Don't mind your own business, Ron, or I'll burn your nose too," said Fred, threatening Ron with a wave of his wand. "Why, by the looks of you guys, haven't you found a partner yet?"

This sentence is obviously very sensitive, even Hermione is not pretending to read a book, looking up at Fred with a frown.

"No!" said Ron, shaking his head, which was frustrating.

"I said, buddy, you better speed up, or the good girls will be picked out." Fred paused, noticed Hermione's gaze, and had to add, "It's the same with the good boys. It will be chosen by someone else!"

"So who are you going with?" said Ron.

"Angelina," Fred replied without thinking, without embarrassment.

"What?!" Ron asked in surprise, "You already invited her?"

"That's a good question," Frey said, turning his head and calling across the common room, "Hey, Angelina!"

Angelina was chatting with Alicia Spinnet by the fire when she heard the shout and looked over at Fred.

"What's the matter?" she asked aloud.

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

Angelina looked at Fred with weighing eyes, not embarrassed at all.

"Okay," she said, and then turned to talk to Aliya again, with a small smile on her face.

"It's done!" Fred said to Ivan, Harry and Ron, "It's that simple, it's a piece of cake."

In the surprised eyes of everyone, he stood up triumphantly and yawned.

"George, since Ron isn't going to lend us the piglet, we'd better use a school owl, go"

They left, but Ai Wen stayed behind and did not follow.

None of the four spoke, and looked at each other for a while, and Ivan noticed that Hermione was avoiding his gaze.

Then, she lowered her head to study her potions textbook.

Ivan wanted to say something, just like Fred, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.

Ron stopped touching his eyebrows, and looked at Ivan and Harry across the ruined and smoking card castle.

"Guys, it's time for us to take action and invite someone. He's right, we don't want to end up dancing with a couple of ugly people."

With a snap, Hermione closed the book in her hand.

She was visibly pissed off, and she even stuttered when she spoke.

"Ron, what did you just say?!" she asked with raised brows.

"Well, you know it if you don't tell me!" Ron shrugged his shoulders and said in a tone that everyone knew, "I'd rather go to the ball alone than find, say, Eloise Midgen .”

"Her acne has gotten better recently, and she's actually quite pretty!"

"Come on, she's ugly enough, not just the acne thing, I think her nose is a little crooked," said Ron.

"Oh, I see, I finally understand what you boys are thinking!" Hermione was irritated and stood up straight away, "So, fundamentally, you just want to invite the most beautiful girl who is willing to accept you!" Girl, even if she's a total badass?"

"Well, yeah, that's basically true," said Ron.

"Okay!" Hermione took a deep breath and said angrily, "I'm going to bed!"

She glanced at Ivan and Harry who didn't say a word, and under their dumbfounded gazes, she quickly walked towards the stairs of the girls' dormitory without saying another word. (To be continued.) Browse and read address: