Hogwarts: I Can Still Learn

"Fred Weasley!"

"To!"

"George Weasley!"

"To!"

"Myself! Here! Okay, George, you fucking Italian cannon... bring me the polyjuice potion!"

"Oh, okay!" George reached into his pocket to fish, took out three glass bottles and distributed them to the two of them.

The freshly baked polyjuice potion has a beautiful green color like matcha, but after adding ingredients to it later, I'm afraid it won't be this color anymore.

"Woof!" Igubigu probably sensed that there was something to eat, and came over wagging his tail. After being glared at by Vincent, he rolled back to the corner aggrievedly.

Vincent and George were lucky enough to complete this difficult potion on their first try.

At this time, the three little wizards were sneakily squatting in front of Vincent's fireplace. Elise went to work early, and Louis just went out to buy things. It was a good time to sneak into Knockturn Alley.

"Is your hair tied?" Vincent asked as he uncorked the glass bottle.

"Bring it!" x2

Vincent put the hair belonging to Louis into the bottle, and the green liquid began to bubble and gradually turned into a clear golden yellow.

Kind of like piss IMHO…

Compared to Vincent's, Fred and George's two bottles of potion had a greater reaction.

As soon as the hair was put in, the bottles started fizzing and not only were they bubbling, they were also smoking a little bit.Soon Fred's bottle turned a cloudy shit yellow, and George's turned a dark, dark brown.

Eh, it looks like Shi...

Vincent suddenly felt that the urine-colored potion in his hand was not so unacceptable.

The color of Polyjuice Potion will change based on how you feel about the person you are changing to. The better you feel about that person, the more beautiful the color will be, and vice versa...

"It seems that you don't have a good feeling about those two unfortunate guys." Vincent said.

"Nonsense! You wouldn't feel better if you chased you for eight streets!" Fred said looking at the bottle of shi with disgust.

"It's Nine Streets..." George corrected, his disgusted expression seemed to be carved from the same mold as Fred's... Oh no, they were originally carved from the same mold.

"Vincent, how about I trade with you?" Fred looked at Vincent with a flattering look.

"What a beautiful idea you have!" Vincent said, "If you are a man, you will be bored!"

George put on an expression as if he was ready to drink the potion.

"Hey, hey, hey! Wait, wait! Go to my room to drink." Vincent took out several sets of large clothes and robes from his pocket watch and threw them to Fred and George respectively.

"Change your clothes before you come down."

"Why is your space bag different from ours?" George stared at Vincent's pocket watch and asked, "I mean, it's so small, and it doesn't have a mouth. You can't put your hand in it, so how can you put things in it?"

"If you can cast a flying spell without a wand, you will find that it doesn't matter whether you have a mouth or not." Vincent said, in fact, he was very satisfied with this work, and there was no need to reach in and dig it out. He waved his hand and thought What you want comes out.

The only drawback is that people can't get in...

"When you learn how to do it, I'll make one for you too."

"That's what you said." Fred looked eager to give it a try.

Vincent just smiled and said nothing. He was too naive. It is not so easy to learn to cast spells without a wand.

The twins carried their clothes upstairs.

Vincent quickly changed his clothes, took a deep breath, raised his head and drank the entire bottle of potion.

To be honest, the polyjuice potion didn't taste very good, and it burned his throat. Vincent was so irritated that he bared his teeth and gasped for air.

He could feel that he was growing taller and his long hair was shortening. At the same time, his facial features were also squirming and deforming, and his whole body was getting hot.

If growing taller normally is so uncomfortable, then he would rather not grow taller...

Bah, bah, bah, just kidding, he still needs to grow.

This sudden increase in perspective felt strange, and Vincent thought he probably knew why Louis and his aunt always liked to touch their heads.If there was a child shaking his head in front of him now, he would definitely reach out and touch it, because he seems to have a sense of superiority over tall people.

Fred and George didn't keep him waiting for too long. After a while, the wooden stairs made a "dong dong dong" sound, and two unfamiliar-looking guys walked down one after another.

One of them is a young man in his 20s with short, messy black hair. The other should be about the same age as him, but his hair is slightly longer and flaxen.

Both were a bit taller than 15-year-old Louis, but they seemed to walk unsteadily, like children on stilts.

"Which of you is Fred and who is George?" Vincent asked.

He had just distinguished the two of them not long ago, but now he couldn't tell them apart anymore.

"I'm Fred." The black-haired man said. He tightened his robe. "It seems a bit short."

"Then you switch with me, mine is too big." The flaxen hair said, "I should chop the liquid grass into smaller pieces, that way it should taste better."

Vincent felt he could tell the difference again.

But why does he think these two people are weird?Just, it gives people a very good match feeling...

"I remember you said you were pulling people's hair while they were sleeping in the wheat fields?" Vincent asked.

"Yes, it's sleeping. It's just two people sleeping on top of each other..." Fred changed into a robe and said.

Stack, stack together?

Or in the wheat field?

How exciting is it?

Vincent looked at them both and imagined it.

"..." No wonder people chase you for nine streets...

The culture of the rotten country is broad and profound...

As he got closer, he realized that Fred's hair was not only messy, but also had a few feathers on it, "What's wrong with your hair?"

"Ah?" He reached out and fiddled with it, "Your chicken is dry."

"...You mean Makabaka, it's an owl..."

"Impossible! Such a fat one!" Fred's eyes widened in surprise.

"Did you say anything to it in front of it?"

"how do you know?"

"Then it will be a ghost if it doesn't peck you." Vincent gloated, "Makabaka is very smart, it understands."

This chicken... No, the owl is lazy, it's a billion times lazy, but if anyone calls it fat, it will get angry with anyone.

Don't ask him how he knew it, it was all a lesson learned through blood...

"Are we going to Knockturn Alley directly?" George asked.

"Of course not!" Vincent tried to take two steps and found that it really felt like walking on stilts. "The fireplace in Knockturn Alley is inside the store. There are too many uncertainties if you go there directly. Let's go there first. Diagon Alley, walk through Diagon Alley.”

"Then we have to hurry up," George said. "A dose of medicine is only effective for an hour."

"Let's go!" Vincent took the lead and disappeared into the fireplace.