https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-166-Not-Even-the-Fish-in-the-Black-Lake/13006823/
Chapter 167: Hogwarts' Darkest Hour
Chapter 167: Hogwarts' Darkest Hour
Fred and George didn't truly despise Ron; they were just disappointed in him. If they didn't care about Ron at all, they wouldn't have said those words earlier.
"That's not entirely true," Kyle pondered, "At least Ron is honest, and that's a virtue in itself."
"By the way, why did they duel Malfoy?"
"It's said to be because of that new student, Neville."
Fred thought for a moment and said, "Malfoy hid his map and mocked him for his poor memory. Ron and Harry went to stand up for him, and that's how the conflict started."
"A three-on-Three Wizard Duel, they really thought of everything."
"A sense of justice and loyalty... those are two more virtues."
Kyle nodded, feigning seriousness, "So Ron isn't as bad as you said... at least he's better than the fish in the Black Lake."
"We're not denying his actions." Fred shook his head, slightly amused. If it weren't for Ron's good intentions and not embarrassing the Weasley name, they wouldn't have bothered with their foolish younger brother.
"We're just questioning his intelligence... Even if he went to Professor McGonagall to complain, it would've been better than foolishly going to the fourth floor during curfew."
George said indignantly, "And after taking such a beating, he just slept it off and forgot everything!"
Kyle raised an eyebrow, seemingly understanding the real reason for their anger.
The conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin was an age-old issue. It was always a back-and-forth affair, and while they might not always come out on top, they certainly wouldn't let themselves be pushed around.
Even Percy, whom they called a bookworm, would go to a professor to complain.
George continued, "If it were me, I'd have at least five ways to make that Malfoy regret his actions."
"For example, hiring an owl to deliver a dungbomb that explodes upon opening during breakfast."
"Or pouring a failed potion from Potions class into his shoes."
"That might be difficult," Kyle stroked his chin, "Professor Snape usually disposes of failed potions immediately. If you don't mind losing points and detention, I think causing an 'accident' and spilling it on him directly would be better."
Fred and George looked at Kyle in disbelief.
Pouring a failed potion on a Slytherin student during Potions class? Even if it were an accident, Professor Snape would deduct at least a hundred points, and that's the minimum.
Was Kyle really treating them like extra Gryffindor points? Even if they didn't care about points, they didn't want to be at the bottom of the House Cup every year.
That would be embarrassing.
Fred and George rolled their eyes simultaneously, directly ignoring Kyle's terrible idea.
"We've got it figured out," George glanced back at the direction they came from, a meaningful smile on his face.
"To improve Ron's crisis awareness and vigilance..."
"To prevent him from falling for such obvious traps again..."
"We've decided to give him special training..."
"Training?" Cedric was puzzled. This wasn't Quidditch; how could they train for this?
"Yes, we call it Hogwarts' Darkest Hour!" Fred declared, "To perfect this plan, we stayed up all night."
"We had no choice; he's our beloved little brother, after all."
"Of course, this might cause Ron some suffering, but he'll gain more from it."
"At least we have our limits; we won't actually harm him."
"He'll thank us later," Kyle said, unsure if Ron would be grateful to Fred and George in the future. But one thing was certain, Ron's days ahead were not going to be easy.
Hogwarts Darkest Hour... The name itself was telling.
While the specifics were unclear, it was undoubtedly not something good.
Poor Ron, having to deal with two unreliable brothers.
"Need any help?" Kyle asked.
"Not yet," Fred shook his head. "The initial plan is already well-prepared, and we can start tomorrow."
Kyle sounded a little disappointed. "Okay, just let me know if you need anything."
"Don't worry, we won't be shy about asking," Fred assured him.
At that moment, Kyle felt his fishing rod sink, a powerful force almost pulling him into the Black Lake.
He had a bite, and it was definitely a big one!
"Snap!"
The fishing rod broke in half with a crisp sound.
Kyle immediately tossed aside the lovey-dovey Weasleys and quickly grabbed the remaining half of the rod, pulling it back with a swift motion.
Read the error-free version at 69 Book Bar! 6=9+Book_Bar.
"Quick, Cedric, cast a Binding Charm!"
Their fishing rods were made from simple yew branches and spider silk, so it was normal for them to break if the caught fish was too big.
"Here it comes, hold on!" Cedric threw away his own rod.
But before he could even draw his wand, Kyle suddenly fell to the ground, and his fishing rod flew up, tossing a silver-white fish onto the grass not far away.
Kyle, not bothering to brush off the grass on his clothes, quickly got up and ran over.
It was a one-foot-long silverback fish, roughly two pounds in weight.
Kyle frowned.
This common silverback fish in the Black Lake was of average size, and two pounds was already considered large.
But the immense force he had felt earlier didn't seem like something a small fish like this should possess.
Yew wood was known for its hardness and toughness, and a two-pound fish couldn't break it instantly.
"Strange..."
Cedric, crouching nearby, seemed to have noticed something. He pointed at the fish's belly and said, "Kyle, look here."
"What is it?"
Kyle followed his finger and suddenly froze.
He realized that there was no hook in the fish's mouth; it was caught because it was bound.
The thin spider silk line was wrapped around its body twice, ending with a beautifully tied butterfly knot.
"Kyle..." Fred asked uncertainly, "Did you put an automatic knotting spell on your rod?"
"How is that possible!" Kyle exclaimed in annoyance.
It was just a casual fishing trip, why go through so much trouble? He hadn't even heard of such a spell.
In fact, after seeing the tightly bound fish, Kyle had a hunch about what had happened.
A giant squid or a mermaid from the Black Lake...
This silverback fish was most likely manually tied to the spider silk line by one of them and then sent over.
As if to confirm his suspicion, the others' fishing rods also started moving.
When they reeled them in, they found more silverback fish, all tied up.
Kyle's expression turned sour.
What was the meaning of this? They hadn't caught anything for over an hour, but sending fish like this... It was a bit much.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
