Chapter 449: Potions
Chapter 449: Potions
"I didn't expect it to be easier than anticipated. This should be considered a crushing gear and tactical advantage." Albert murmured as he looked at the Slytherin students who were sprawled out on the floor of the bathroom.
He stepped over the unconscious unfortunate souls and made his way to Fred and George, removing the spells from them and rousing them from their stupor.
"Looks like you handled it without a hitch." Fred struggled to his feet, eyeing Albert, who appeared to have just strolled in from outside the bathroom, a surprised expression on his face.
They all knew Albert would be able to take care of those guys, but they didn't expect it to be this effortless, as if it were as simple as eating pie.
"Yep, I used a little trick."
"What trick did you use that was so effective? I want to learn it too," Fred muttered, glancing around at the unfortunate souls surrounding them. He walked over to Flint, crouched down, and looked at the culprit who had passed out. With a smug sneer, he patted the other boy's cheek and mocked, "When it comes to scheming, you guys have a long way to go!"
George, now free from the spell, clambered to his feet, looking disheveled. He rubbed his scalp, which had been tugged painfully by Montague, and lightly punched Albert's shoulder, complaining, "If you had been any slower, my head would've been dunked in the toilet for sure."
Albert paid no heed to George's grumbling. Instead, he turned to Fred and said, "There are two more unlucky fellows whom I stunned outside. They're right at the door, and I've cast a Disillusionment Charm on them. Oh, and make sure no one sees you bringing them in."
"Don't worry, I'll be careful. No one will see a thing," Fred assured him.
In a moment, Fred dragged the two unconscious boys into the boys' bathroom as if they were dead weights, unconcerned about their cheeks' intimate contact with the floor.
"Where's Lee Jordan?" George asked, frowning as he didn't spot his roommate among the crowd.
"He should be here," Albert replied.
Albert proceeded to open the doors to each of the stalls, and in one of them, he noticed some irregular, distorted lights. As soon as the Disillusionment Charm was lifted, Lee Jordan appeared out of thin air.
However, he had clearly been knocked out by a Stunning Spell.
"This guy is so unreliable. He let someone sneak up on us from behind and attack us," Fred and George both grumbled about Lee Jordan's unreliability. If he had been more dependable, they wouldn't have been unexpectedly hit. Even if the number of their opponents far exceeded their own, they weren't sure they would have been subdued with the three of their combined strength.
After Albert's combat training, the trio was quite confident in their actual combat abilities.
Albert raised his wand and gently tapped Lee Jordan's head with it, using the Reviving Spell to rouse his roommate from his unconscious state.
Upon waking up, Lee Jordan immediately screamed, "I was ambushed! There were two shameless jerks hiding and attacking me from behind!"
"Yeah, you were ambushed, and so were we because of you!" Fred pulled Lee Jordan to his feet and grumbled irritably.
"You guys were ambushed, so Albert must have taken care of everyone smoothly. But are you sure there's no one else hiding, waiting to pounce on us when we least expect it?" Lee Jordan retrieved his wand from the toilet, wiped it with toilet paper to remove the water traces, and warily scanned their surroundings, wary of another sudden attack.
"Don't worry, when I came in, I already checked how many people were in the bathroom." Albert handed the Marauder's Map in his pocket to Fred and said nonchalantly, "There are nine Slytherins in total, plus the three of you, making twelve."
"Nine, huh? Looks like we won't have enough toilets then!" George looked at the unconscious Montague with malicious intent and suddenly said, "Maybe we should leave a toilet spot open for Mr. Montague here."
"No, we have enough toilets," Albert said as he began using the Repairing Charm to erase the signs of the scuffle in the bathroom.
"What do you plan to do with them?" Lee Jordan asked. "Are you going to stuff them into the toilets?"
"That's a great idea." George had already grabbed Montague by the hair, preparing to shove his head into the toilet.
"I have a better idea." Albert put away his wand and took out his own Transfiguration lizard-skin belt. He retrieved a crystal vial from one of the pouches and handed it to George.
"What is this?" George took the vial curiously, glancing at the label stuck on it, and whispered, "Power...ful diarrhea potion!"
"Yes, a powerful diarrhea potion. I made it using the beans you bought. I haven't tested it on anyone yet, but it's perfect for today." Albert waved his wand, and a roll of toilet paper from one of the stalls flew towards him, transforming into a spoon in mid-air. As he handed the spoon to Fred, he reminded them, "Half a spoonful for each person should be enough."
"Won't half a spoonful be too little?" Fred eyed the amount of potion in the crystal vial, estimating that it would be enough for everyone present.
"Yeah, half a spoonful seems a bit stingy." Lee Jordan joined in, egging them on. They all disliked the Slytherin students and relished the idea of them suffering.
"This stuff is potent, and it can kill if used excessively." Albert interjected.
"Kill? We've never heard of anyone dying from diarrhea." The trio exchanged knowing glances, clearly skeptical of Albert's claim.
"I reckon half a spoonful will be enough to make them weak and exhausted." Albert rolled his eyes, well aware of their intentions. Though he didn't bother to correct them, he warned, "Don't give them more than one spoonful, no matter what."
The three friends shared a look, a silent agreement forming between them as they smiled. It was clear they intended to give a full spoonful.
"However, there aren't enough toilets here." Lee Jordan and Fred hoisted Flint onto a toilet, positioning him as if he were relieving himself.
"After I alter their memories, pick one more unfortunate guy. Give him a dose, and then sit him on the toilet as well." Albert began altering Flint's memories, a task he hadn't performed in a long while. But as a writer in his past life, crafting a coherent story that the boy would believe was simple enough.
"Oh, and remember to pull down their pants too. They rushed here to relieve their diarrhea, so it wouldn't make sense if their pants were still on." Albert added impatiently at the disgusted expressions on their faces. "Have you ever seen anyone go to the toilet with their pants on?"
"You do it." Fred patted George's shoulder, volunteering him for the task.
"Great, you can take your revenge on them." Lee Jordan also stepped out of the stall, eager to join in.
"Use magic." Albert reminded them.
Soon, they heard George's teasing voice from the stall, "I bet this guy hasn't washed his underwear in a week."
"What about the others?" Fred frowned, not wanting Albert to let them off easily.
"Give this to them." Albert took out another peculiar bottle and handed it to Fred.
"What is this?" Fred opened the bottle and saw small pills inside.
"It's also a diarrhea potion, but not as strong as the previous one. It will take effect later, and I call it the Intestine Cleansing Pill. We can't have everyone suffering from diarrhea at the same time; it would be too suspicious. As for when it will kick in, I'm not entirely sure. They'll just have to hope for the best since it's still in the experimental stage." Albert explained casually.
"I hope they don't have an accident on their way back."
The group laughed, imagining the scene of the Slytherins suddenly clutching their stomachs and rushing to find a toilet. It was a delightful thought.
"Oh, and remember to take away all the toilet paper." Albert reminded them as he finished altering Montague's memories.
The expressions on the trio's faces became even more amusing.
Indeed! There was little that was more depressing than needing to use the toilet only to find there was no toilet paper left.
(End of Chapter)
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