RNP Chapter 499 Percy's charges dropped
Chapter 499 Percy's charges dropped
Chapter 499 Percy's charges dropped
On the morning of the second day of Halloween, as people entered the hall, they could still faintly smell the sweet aroma of pumpkin pie.
Hermione was still angry about what happened last night. Fred and George tried to reason with her, but they failed and each lost five points, so much so that they now avoid Hermione whenever they see her.
Harry and Ron didn't dare to breathe loudly, and just kept their heads down to eat.
"She's really starting to resemble Professor McGonagall more and more, both in personality and the tone of her voice," Fred muttered as he ate.
"She should stay at Hogwarts after graduation," George chimed in. "—The position of Head of Gryffindor has been secured."
"Of course—" Celen sprinkled some black pepper on his sandwich. "After all, Professor McGonagall's nickname is Little Hermione, so they're bound to look alike."
"Ha—Little Hermione—"
"Here's yours—"
Fred and George laughed so hard they were doubled over, pounding their fists on the table.
This move naturally attracted the attention of others.
Hermione was still angry, and upon hearing the sound, her eyes immediately turned sharp as knives.
Fred and George were initially quite afraid of Hermione, not only because she resembled Professor McGonagall, but also because she possessed their most feared weapon—the power to tattle on Mrs. Weasley.
Since Hermione became a prefect, Mrs. Weasley's trust in her has skyrocketed, and she has completely believed everything she says.
Hermione mailed the letter to the Burrow in the morning, and Mrs. Weasley's reprimanding reply arrived in the afternoon—more efficient than when Percy was there.
If they can't afford to offend them, they can only hide.
But now it's different. Looking at Hermione's expressionless face and tightly pursed lips, and remembering what Siron said about Professor McGonagall's nickname being "Little Hermione," he couldn't help but want to laugh.
Then he laughed even louder, almost knocking over the milk jug on the table.
"It's okay, it's okay. They just ate the laugh candy they made themselves, they'll be fine in a bit."
"Sirlen helped explain."
Perhaps because Fred and George often did some inexplicable things, Hermione didn't suspect anything. She just muttered "they got what they deserved" before continuing to eat her breakfast.
After about five minutes, they finally stopped laughing—or rather, they were tired of laughing.
"Laughing candy—hey, that's a great idea—" Fred said, rubbing his face.
"We could use happy mushrooms as ingredients—and adding some styrax would be even better—" George said thoughtfully.
"You guys should get the antidote for the vomiting gummies first before we talk about anything else," Xilun waved his hand. "By the way, why are you guys having breakfast so early today? As far as I know, there should still be an hour before the first class of seventh grade."
I don't know why, even though NEWT is more important than the 0.WL exam, the seventh grade curriculum is much easier than the fifth grade curriculum, and some students don't even need to attend classes at school all the time.
For example, Nymphadora Tonks, it is said that she spent most of her seventh year studying with other Aurors, and was only at school for about ten days each month.
Fred and George originally wanted to do the same thing. They planned to set up and plan the Weasley Wizarding Tricks in the first semester, open it in the second semester, and then grow it into a big and powerful business after graduation, replacing Zonko in Hogsmeade Village.
Unfortunately, this perfect plan was ruthlessly disrupted by Mrs. Weasley.
Even though she no longer interfered with how many certificates the two brothers had to take or what they wanted to do after graduation because of Percy's situation, she insisted on not allowing them to leave school before graduating.
In any case, a graduation certificate is a must; that's Mrs. Weasley's bottom line.
"We're having breakfast early, of course, so we can make more candy," Fred said. "It's all pure white silver candy."
"Quick-acting skip-class candy?" Xilun asked.
“That’s right.” George nodded, glancing at Hermione not far away, and lowered his voice, “This stuff is incredibly popular in your fifth grade. We got fifty last week, and they were all sold out in a few days.”
"No wonder—" Xilun thought back to the past few days when it seemed that many people had indeed asked for leave for various reasons during class.
Oh, except Potions class.
That's Snape, the most famous Potions Master in the wizarding world. Even if you have a stomachache during class, or even if you accidentally drink one of your own creations and go into shock like Neville, he can bring you back to life with a potion.
Therefore, faking illness to skip Potions class is almost an impossible task.
"We also need to prepare some other things, like extendable earpieces, explosive quill pens, and automatic eraser parchment," Fred continued.
"Christmas is just around the corner, and we must prepare for the upcoming opening."
"The items on the shelves definitely can't be missing."
"I wish Mom would let us take time off to go out," George sighed.
As they spoke, the auditorium gradually filled up with people, who chatted happily. The long table at the college became increasingly lively. Suddenly, a cold wind carrying morning dew blew in from outside, and many people unconsciously shrank their necks.
The auditorium windows opened, and hundreds of owls flew in from outside, dropping off packages and envelopes to their respective owners.
One of the barn owls flew straight to Siron and dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet onto the table in front of him.
Siren counted out several pre-prepared nut and put them into the pouch on the owl's breast before picking up the newspaper and glancing at it.
"I bet the front page will be GG again," Ron said confidently. "This time it might be Chocolate Frog, or it might be Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans."
"You guessed wrong, there really is something big in today's paper." Celen spread the newspaper out on the table and pushed it toward Ron. "Take a look, it's something big for you, at least."
Ron glanced at it subconsciously, and then couldn't look away.
The first thing he saw was a very familiar photo. Although the person in the photo looked disheveled and haggard, he was absolutely certain that it was Percy.
Looking further up—
Is he truly innocent, or a deeply hidden accomplice?
Percy Weasley was once Barty Crouch's most trusted and capable assistant, even able to take over the role of referee in the Triwizard Tournament. To this day, we still don't know whether Barty Crouch told Percy Weasley about his plan to storm Azkaban and release the Death Eaters.
For a long time, the Aurors were doing their best to uncover this secret.
However, a few days ago, the traitor Barty Crouch was executed, and Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge decided to give this once-misguided child another chance and voluntarily dropped all charges against him.