[HP]Love and Hogwarts

"Okay, let's stay here." George put down the side holding Kahn, looked around, and said with satisfaction.

"Do you want a drink of water? - Well, I hope you don't want to drink it, because I just realized that I have finished drinking it." Fred opened the bedside cabinet, took a look, and then closed it naturally.

"Thank you, I'm not thirsty." Kahn couldn't stop looking around since her feet touched the ground. She wasn't angry at all because they interrupted her to listen to the secret. Her little head was being used by people she had never seen before. Surrounded by new things.

"The Gryffindor window can be opened!" Kahn walked around Fred's bed, walked to the window, looked down, and said in a very excited tone for some reason.

George sat down on Fred's bed and said to Kahn in a relaxed tone: "Don't be too envious, but if you really like it, I don't mind if you go to Professor Dumbledore and apply to be transferred to Gryffindor. Come to the lounge."

"I don't have this idea yet." After observing the Gryffindor lounge for two or three times, Kahn felt that except for changing the green color of Slytherin to red and adding that the windows could be opened, everything else was exactly the same, so he stopped. He turned his attention back to the two of them with interest.

"But - why did you bring me here? Can Gryffindor let people from other houses into the lounge?" She looked down George's robe and took a look at their neat bed. He was wearing a lot of prank gadgets, but the sleeping area was surprisingly clean.

"..."

George and Fred looked at each other, then looked at Kahn together, opened their mouths, and their faces showed indiscriminate realization.

"I'm following George." Fred pointed at George preemptively and said.

"Obviously you walked upstairs first, I just followed you." George retorted not to be outdone.

"It seems so."

Fred: "I just have a feeling you want to turn in that direction."

"Correct."

George: "That's because you keep looking that way."

"Yes, I bear witness."

Kahn listened to their argument, looked at whoever said something, and nodded in agreement matter-of-factly. George and Fred argued for a few more words, then turned his head sharply and shouted at her disapprovingly: "Whose side are you on?"

"I will side with whoever wins." Kahn answered without any panic.

"The cunning little snake actually wants to provoke our deep friendship." Fred followed the little girl's example, standing "pretty" with his waist and raised an index finger and said righteously.

"We will never succumb to your machinations." George said weakly, lying half on the bed, pretending to be weak.

"It's too late," Kahn pulled up the hood of his cloak, casting a shadow on his face, and said extremely deeply: "As the Demon King who just took office a second ago, I have already completed the curse on you, and you will be Rush to both ends of the world and never be able to do it again in this life - give me a little wizard biscuit and I will lift the curse for you." Kahn suddenly meowed a corner of the biscuit bag in George's pocket and changed the topic.

"What a devil, you are so unprofessional!" George got up as if he was being dragged out of bed, and muttered to Kahn's change of attitude midway.

"Too bad, we officially announce that you have been relieved of your title as the new Demon King." Fred shook his head and said dissatisfied.

Kahn said aggrievedly: "But I only acted like this for a minute."

"It's you who didn't seize the opportunity. Well, it's useless to make this expression. We won't be fooled by your beauty." After George finished speaking, he handed over all the wizard biscuits in his pocket in a natural movement. Got her.

"Okay." Kahn took the biscuits and said happily again: "Your curse is lifted. I just want the biscuits, and I don't want to do a thankless job like the devil."

"It's too easy to be bribed." Fred looked at her and said with a smile.

While Kahn was eating wizard biscuits, George put the small bottle he had been holding in his left hand on a small table that had just been transformed into a telescope, and together with Fred, he explained to Kahn its specific uses.

"So, take a sip of this and blow a bubble with your mouth. As long as the color of the bubble changes, it starts to work?" Kahn said while eating the biscuits "click-click-click" while pointing to their new invention.

Fred picked up the bubble water, held it up to her eyes, and said without blushing: "That's right, come on - you please first, George and I will see what effect it has."

"Can I be the first to experience it? Great, wait for me." Upon hearing that he could be the first to play, Kahn quickly stuffed the wizard biscuits into his pocket and excitedly took the bubble water from Fred's hand. .

It is packaged in a transparent crystal bottle, with a chocolate-like pink liquid flowing in the diamond-shaped wafer. It looks sticky and not very tasty.

When George reminded her not to drink too much, Kahn took a sip without hesitation. The bubble water immediately solidified as soon as it entered her mouth. She puffed up her cheeks in a show-off mood like blowing chewing gum and said, "Huh!" He blew a bubble bigger than the basin.

The transparent bubble circled above Kahn's head for a few times, then quickly shrank to the size of a coin, and landed lightly on her left shoulder. In the expectant eyes of the three people, it seemed to be "swiping", and then it seemed to be... Slowly it turned into a gray-blue color with overcast clouds and only a faint hint of light.

"How do you feel?" Fred looked at Kahn nervously and said.

"Did you suddenly feel very powerful?" George asked impatiently.

"..." Kahn didn't speak, he just raised his eyes and glanced at them lightly, then lowered his head again.

Did he see it wrong? Why did it feel like Kahn's eyes were sparkling just now, but it was a pity that she raised her head for too short a time, and he didn't have time to see clearly. Fred looked at the hair on her head in confusion. Before he could think of anything, he saw that George couldn't help but drink the potion and blew a red bubble like a volcanic eruption. It also became smaller and fell. on the shoulders.

"Try it for me quickly." He asked for the potion from George's hand, took a sip immediately, and blew a bright yellow color as fresh as lemonade.

"..." Watching his bubbles fall, Fred blinked his eyes, froze for a moment, and unconsciously pulled out a big smile, his smiling eyes narrowed into slits, "Hey, I suddenly feel good Happy, is this because of the effect of the potion? Hahahahahaha we succeeded, this is so interesting, I have never been so happy."

"Really? But I don't feel happy at all!" George yelled at him. He didn't want to do this, but he couldn't suppress the hot anger in his chest. This anger was so fierce that it was about to drown him. At this time, he Everything I looked at felt very unpleasant.

"Haha, why are you so angry?" Fred said with a smile: "This may have something to do with the color. Yours is red, which represents anger. It seems that the effect of this potion can change our emotions. I guess When the bubble bursts, the effect should be gone." After he finished speaking, he laughed happily for a long time.

What's the point of laughing all the time? Kahn looked at them, sobbing twice with tears in her eyes. She lowered her head and wiped her tears with her sleeve. This feeling was really strange. She had never felt such an emotion before, and she had never shed a drop. Tears, but at this time, the tears kept flowing and could not be wiped away no matter how hard they were wiped.

"Then...then, when will it break?" Kahn looked at them, tears falling down his cheeks, trying hard to control his desire to hold his head and cry, and then spoke with difficulty. asked.

"I don't know, Kahn, you're crying! You're so cute. Why didn't you cry before?" Fred rubbed his face that hurt from laughter, looked at Kahn in surprise, and stretched out his hand to wipe her tears. , and said with a wicked smile. Now among the three of them, he is 100% in the best mood.

"Ah!" George yelled, interrupting him. After Fred looked over, he immediately said loudly: "Fred, can I give you a beating? Even so, you will be very happy, right?" .”

"Hey, of course not! Why are you hitting me?" Fred took a step back and said with a smile. He just changed his mood, not stupid.

"I'm so angry when you keep laughing all the time!" George turned a deaf ear to his words, and following his words, he rushed over.

"Wait, stop making trouble hahahaha."

"Stop, stop, it hurts to hit here."

"--dare you laugh!"

……

Kahn took out his handkerchief and looked at them with tearful eyes like a sentimental bard. George looked as fierce as a devil. Fred was even scarier. While being beaten back, he smiled brighter than the sun. brilliant.

"...I'd better go."

Kahn wiped his tears and turned around to leave without any hesitation. Before leaving, he did not forget that this was the Gryffindor lounge. He cast an invisibility spell on himself before opening the door and leaving. He did not lift it until he returned to the corridor. Curse.

When she walked back to Mrs. Violet's portrait, she was no longer in the portrait. She might have gone to talk to someone again - this was her favorite thing to do. Kahn originally wanted to stand in front of the portrait and wait for a while, but everyone who passed by would stop and come to her eagerly and worriedly to ask what was wrong. Some even got emotional and shouted that they were going to teach her a lesson to make her sad. People were quarreling around her.

After explaining that this was just the effect of the potion, their attitudes changed again. They all wore kind smiles and watched her cry happily for a while before leaving.

The atmosphere was so weird. Seeing that Mrs. Violet had no intention of coming back, Kahn hurriedly left here without thinking, preparing to go directly to the auditorium for dinner.

Putting a cleaning spell on the handkerchief, the wet handkerchief became dry again. Kahn picked it up and wiped his face, then set out on the journey with a sad mood and a desire to eat.