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Chapter 49: Why Should I, Quirrell, Care About Your Stolen Potion, Snape?
However, it was already too late to leave. The moment George and Fred saw Ivan, they rushed over.
To Ivan's surprise, the Weasley brothers didn't seem to have any intention of fighting. George, with his tongue swollen, excitedly gestured in front of him.
"Ugh ugh ugh ugh"
"Sorry, giving you the Tongue-Twisting Toffee was just a little joke. Do you want me to remove the spell?" Ivan shrugged, indicating he didn't understand what George was saying, but he still pulled out his wand.
"No need, it's a great gift!" Fred quickly shook his head. His condition was a bit better than George's, and although his words were muffled, Ivan could still make them out.
We knew its use when we received it.
George, unable to speak, waved his wand to form a few words in the air.
"Then why did you eat it?" Ivan asked, puzzled.
"Such an interesting thing, of course we had to try it. And it helped us skip a History of Magic class", Fred said with a grin.
The enlarged tongues didn't seem to bother the Weasley brothers. They were actually enjoying it, finding it quite amusing.
It's called Tongue-Twisting Toffee? Great name. We plan to make it one of our flagship products for the joke shop. Hiring you as our special consultant was the best decision we ever made!
Using magic to write in the air, George had become quite adept at it. He easily displayed a long message without any difficulty.
"By the way, Ivan, did you receive the gift we sent you?" Fred asked.
"Is this it?" Ivan pulled out two irregular, round objects from his robes. To make them easier to carry, Ivan had used a Shrinking Charm to reduce them to the size of his thumb.
"I haven't figured out how to use them yet. What did you put inside?" Ivan asked the two of them.
"That's Dungbombs, our latest invention. The usage is simple—just throw it at someone you dislike. When it hits, it will explode and spray the target, and the smell will last at least a whole day", Fred said with a mischievous grin, his voice sounding strange due to his swollen tongue.
"Are you telling me that's the real thing?" Ivan suddenly felt the Dungbombs in his hands were burning hot, nearly dropping them. The idea was too disgusting.
Ivan even imagined the Weasley brothers scavenging in the toilets for ingredients.
"That's impossible! It's too disgusting!" Before Ivan could continue, Fred quickly interrupted his thoughts, speaking with his swollen tongue.
"The smell is created by mixing several types of stinky herbs. It just smells like the real thing."
After learning the production process of the Dungbombs, Ivan finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, he then saw George waving his wand to explain further.
And using the real thing would be too much trouble. Fred and I originally planned to use animal droppings, but we waited for days and collected very little. When we mass-produce them, we won't have enough material. So we switched to stinky herbs. We can't keep squatting in animal pens to collect that stuff every day.
Fred was speechless, giving George a harsh glare. Could he not reveal their embarrassing research history?
"In any case, you're our first customer. We're counting on you to test the effect and tell us what needs improvement", Fred patted Ivan on the shoulder.
Ivan nodded noncommittally but thought about it in his mind. He couldn't think of any situation where he would need to use Dungbombs.
Only put it aside for now and see who will be unlucky enough to provoke me next time, then I'll throw it at them.
In the following days, Ivan almost visited Hagrid's hut every day to check on the Dragon Egg's progress. The rest of the time, he spent in the Library, occasionally going to the Room of Requirement to check on the Potion brewing progress, or being dragged out by the Weasley brothers to develop new joke toys.
With Hermione as his learning accelerator, Ivan's regular study efficiency improved significantly. This was why he could afford the luxury of immediately exchanging for the experience card mode after meeting Dumbledore.
During these days, Ivan roughly figured out the level classification given by the System based on his own comparisons and estimates.
Level one was roughly the beginner stage, able to release magic. Most of the first and second-year Young Wizards at Hogwarts cast spells at this level.
As for the older Young Wizards, Ivan had seen George and Fred cast spells, and most of their spells were around level two.
The Weasley brothers, though always thinking about entertaining their classmates and making big news, had spellcasting abilities that were above average for their age.
After all, they had also sneaked into the Restricted Section to read books, and the secrecy spell they used last time was something they had learned there.
The only level three Transfiguration Spell that Ivan had reached was used once during the development of a magical artifact. George and Fred were so shocked that they said he could already take the N.E.W.T. Transfiguration exam.
Ivan roughly understood that level three spells were the standard for graduates.
Level four spells, however, had no samples or comparisons, so Ivan had not yet made a classification for them.
The only thing that disappointed Ivan over the past few days was that his plan to study in the Restricted Section every night had to be terminated. This was because Harry often sneaked out late at night wearing the Invisibility Cloak.
Ivan only had to think for a moment to guess that Harry was looking for the Mirror of Erised.
Dumbledore had mentioned in the Headmaster's Office that he would move the Mirror of Erised to another place. Harry, who desperately wanted to see his parents again, would not give up searching for it.
This meant that Ivan had to stay in bed at night, unable to go anywhere, and could only hope that Dumbledore would quickly provide some psychological counseling for the boy.
This life continued for three days, and then Hagrid sent a letter saying the baby dragon was about to hatch.
So as soon as class ended, Ivan eagerly avoided the crowd, accompanied by Harry, Ron, and the reluctantly dragged Hermione.
After all, who wouldn't be interested in watching a baby dragon hatch up close?
However, in a secluded corner of a corridor, Ivan unexpectedly saw the poor and trembling Quirrell being cornered and questioned by Snape.
"Best you tell the truth, what were you doing sneaking into my Potion Storage Room? Who told you to do it? Did you hurt yourself with the white hellebore? Or did someone else get hurt? Or are you trying to brew Polyjuice Potion to find out how to pass the tests from other professors?"
"I didn't, I didn't, it wasn't me", Quirrell widened his eyes and shook his head like a rattle. He had heard about the theft from Snape's Potion Storage Room!
But why would Snape's stolen Potions have anything to do with me, Quirrell?
(End of Chapter)
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