HP Magic Biography

So, how about we do Snape's homework first...? asked Ron questioningly, dipping his quill into the inkwell. These things are about the moonstone and its role in the making of each potion.

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

Here, he underlined the title, and looked at Hermione expectantly. So, what is the composition of moonstone and how to use it when making potions?

But Hermione wasn't listening, her eyes flicked to the far corners of the room. Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were sitting among a group of freshmen who were chewing on something Fred was holding.

Moonstone's effect is not very powerful. Generally, moonstone-related potions are made. A bottle needs about half a standard moonstone powder. Add it in the middle of boiling to neutralize the potion... Fan Lin Seeing that Hermione was not in the mood, she lowered her head and answered, This is the basic knowledge, it's in the second-year potions textbook...

No, it can't, they're going too far, Hermione said suddenly, standing up at the same time with a furious look in her eyes.

Come on, Fan Lin...

What... what am I doing? Fan Lin was a little dazed, he didn't notice the change in Hermione's expression, and Ron was diligently writing Fan Lin's words on his parchment.

And you, Ron, we have to stop them. Hermione said, showing the prefect's majesty in an instant.

Fan Lin looked into the distance, and only then did he realize that everyone was almost back, while Fred and George were looking for the unlucky ones among the other people in Gryffindor.

You know very well they're selling snake shaving kits, or vomiting pills, or

LSD? Harry suggested quietly.

As if hit on the head by an invisible stick, the freshmen, one by one, slumped onto the seats and the floor, their tongues curled.

Most of those watching were laughing, but Hermione kept her cool, directing from where Fred and George stood with clipboards, watching the unconscious first year closely.

Ron rose slightly from his chair, hesitated, and complained under his breath to Harry.

She's messing everything up. Then she sank back into her chair.

Enough, said Hermione to Fred and George, who looked surprised.

Yes, you're right, said George, nodding, that's strong enough, isn't it?

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

We paid them, said Fred indignantly.

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

Also, trash?

Quiet, Hermione, they're alright, Lee said reassuringly as he walked past the first years, putting the purple candy into their open mouths.

Yes, look, they're awake, said George.

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

Fan Lin was sure that Fred and Zhi didn't warn them what would happen to the candy.

Feeling all right? George gently asked a small dark-haired girl who was lying on his feet.

I, I think so, she said waddlingly.

Perfect, Fred was very happy, but the next second Hermione had snatched the snake-cutting box and the vomiting medicine from him.

It's not perfect!

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

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

We don't want to make them sick, we've tried it on ourselves, it's just a test to see if everyone responds the same way.

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

Stop us in detention? asked Fred, in a tone of You might as well try it.

Punish us to copy? George said with a smug smile.

Everyone in the room laughed. Hermione straightened up, her eyes narrowed, her silky hair looking like it was bursting again.

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

However, this is of no use. Regarding the matter of Fred and George, Fan Lin has summed up some useful things. Being wise and safe is the kingly way.

Otherwise, what else can I do?

Tell Hermione that Fred and George provided some of his funding and most of his technology?

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

No, said Hermione firmly, her voice trembling with anger, but I'll write to your mother.

Oh, Hermione, you won't, said George in horror, taking a step back from her.

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

Fred and George appeared to have been electrocuted. Clearly, as they had feared, Hermione's threat had its bases.

Hermione gave them one last menacing look, threw the snake box and bag back into his hands, and returned to her chair by the fire.

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

Thank you, Ron, said Hermione sarcastically.

You figured this out on your own, Ron muttered.

And you, Fan Lin... Hermione said angrily, You have to take responsibility, they are just freshmen in the first year, and you are the president of the student union...

Yeah, yum! Fan Lin quickly agreed. In fact, he is really useless as the chairman of the student union. At least until now, Fan Lin didn't understand what he was going to do?

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

As Hermione said, she seemed to remember that there was something left to do, she opened her pocket, Fan Lin was thinking, maybe she would take out her book.

But Hermione produced two misshapen, hairy 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 like she was crazy.

It's a hat for a house-elf. she said briskly, putting her book back in the bag. I've been making these things since I was back in London, no magic, my knitting was slow, but now that I'm back at school I can do a lot.