Chapter 541: The Weasley Brothers' Star Product
Chapter 541: The Weasley Brothers' Star Product
The surrounding area immediately fell silent, and naturally, no one came out. Everyone looked at each other, all pretending as if nothing had happened.
"I saw it, Professor Karkaroff," said a Slytherin, pointing in a certain direction, "It was Fred Weasley, he said it."
"Hey, I'm George," Fred said with a smirk, "Can you get us straight before you speak?"
"So, was it you, Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Of course not," Fred said with an exaggerated expression.
George nodded, "I was still in the Transfiguration classroom a minute ago, and I don't even know what happened."
"I can vouch for that," Professor McGonagall said, "They were indeed in my Transfiguration class."
"Slandering your own classmates..." Sirius pushed through the crowd and walked in, his voice filled with anger, "Slytherin, minus ten points. Perhaps that sentence was yours too, Millison Berserd."
"I'm not, I didn't!" Millison shouted, "You're making it up..."
"Disrespecting a professor..." Sirius raised an eyebrow, "Slytherin, minus ten more points."
Millison was almost driven crazy, she wanted to seek help from others, but the few Slytherins around her simultaneously distanced themselves.
Not to mention that at this moment, they were still foolishly speaking up for Karkaroff. How did such people even get into Slytherin?
She should have gone to Hufflepuff!
"What a brainless fool." Several Slytherins looked at her with disdain and then turned to leave.
Throughout this process, Professor McGonagall didn't say a word. It wasn't until Sirius deducted points for the second time that she frowned and said, "You've deducted too many points, Professor Black."
"Is that so? I'll be more careful next time," Sirius shrugged nonchalantly.
"And Filch," Professor McGonagall continued, "Recently... Let Mrs. Norris rest for a few days. I've noticed she's getting thinner and thinner. A proper rest won't be bad."
Filch's face had already turned purple from his flushed complexion. He glared at Karkaroff with a look of near hatred, and only after a long while did he respond with a hoarse voice.
Karkaroff didn't care at all... He was just a dumbass who could only rely on cleaning agents and brooms to clean the castle. If it were Durmstrang, he wouldn't even be able to get through the school's entrance.
However, he didn't say anything more because Professor Moody was walking towards this side with a limp, coming down the stairs not far away.
Karkaroff could ignore Professor McGonagall, and he could disregard Sirius, but Professor Moody was someone he didn't want to meet at all.
However, just as he was preparing to leave the Entrance Hall with his students, a round little ball suddenly flew out from the crowd.
Karkaroff was all too familiar with this thing, and because of it, he hadn't been able to eat properly for half a month.
Once was forgivable, but to come again... Did he really think he'd be foolish enough to get hit consecutively?
Karkaroff immediately drew his wand and pointed casually.
The Dung Bomb exploded mid-air, and a cluster of brown-green juice splattered everywhere, causing everyone to cover their noses and run away.
Even Professor McGonagall held her breath and took out her wand, preparing to disperse the strong odor.
But the next second, these juices suddenly converged and flew towards Karkaroff like arrows.
Karkaroff was still feeling proud, and before he could react, he was directly splattered in the face. What's more, he had been opening his mouth just now.
And so...
"Ugh..."
A deafening sound of retching echoed through the Entrance Hall. Karkaroff covered his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other, crawling and rolling out of the hall. The students who came with him also ran out.
Upon seeing this, laughter immediately erupted around.
"Silence," Professor McGonagall said, but her lips couldn't help but twitch.
She then turned her gaze towards Fred and George, and this time, she saw clearly that it was them who had thrown the Dung Bomb.
"Gryffindor, minus two points... Don't let it happen again."
...
"This punishment is too severe."
After arriving at the Great Hall, Fred complained in a low voice.
"But it's only two points?"
Cona was confused, "And Professor McGonagall didn't even put you in detention, that's already great."
"You don't understand." George sighed, "It's because of these two points that Gryffindor's House points went from third place to last place, all because of us..."
Kyle couldn't help but glance at the House Points Hourglass in the corner of the Great Hall...
Hufflepuff was leading by a large margin, followed by Ravenclaw.
But Gryffindor and Slytherin were significantly behind, and even if the points of the two Houses were added together, they still didn't amount to half of Ravenclaw's.
This was all thanks to Snape and Sirius, who would undoubtedly have taken the top two spots if there was a competition for deductions.
"How did you manage to do that?" Cedric asked curiously, "You even managed to control the Dung Bomb."
"This is the outstanding part of Weasley Jokes Shop's products."
Fred smiled and said, "We modified the Dung Bomb, allowing it to jump once more after exploding."
"Just like the Chocolate Frog." George said, "We got the inspiration while eating the candies."
"But the drawback is that it can only jump once, and it can't change direction. If it's avoided, then it's useless..."
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"But this is just a small issue... and you saw it too, even the Headmaster of Durmstrang was affected, proving that our product is a success."
"We plan to make this Dung Bomb and the Quick Escape Candy the first products of Weasley Jokes Shop."
"No, they should be our star products, and Karkaroff is the best advertisement."
"Just now, he already helped us promote the Special Dung Bomb..."
"After that, we plan to see if there's a chance to let him try the Quick Escape Candy with different effects." George revealed a mischievous smile, "It's best if he can try every kind..."
"I advise you to be more careful." Kyle shook his head, "If there's another time, Professor McGonagall probably won't let you off so easily.
"After all, Durmstrang is still a guest at Hogwarts, and Karkaroff is a Headmaster. We should still consider his face."
"That's not a problem." Fred said confidently, "We already have a plan, and we won't be discovered."
Seeing the two brothers' confident demeanor, Kyle didn't say anything further.
As long as they weren't caught in the act, it wouldn't be a problem. At most, they might be suspected by the professors, resulting in point deductions or detentions.
Detention was too easy for Fred and George, almost like going home. As for point deductions... if Gryffindor still had points to spare.
The Great Hall continued to buzz with discussions about what had just happened, and everyone was excited.
Even Harry and his friends, who didn't like Karkaroff's attitude, felt that he had done a good deed this time... by driving Mrs. Norris out of the castle.
At least, in their opinion, it was a good deed.
Harry and Ron had lost count of how many times they had been caught by that cat over the years.
Each time they were caught, Filch would rush over from somewhere else, scolding them for being too loud in the castle or for dirtying the castle floors...
The two of them would lose quite a few points every year.
During their night-time adventures, Harry's greatest fear was encountering Mrs. Norris because the Invisibility Cloak didn't work on cats.
This had become an almost instinctive reaction for him.
Now, the problem with that cat was finally solved.
Whether it was Harry, Ron, or the others, they all felt a sense of relief.
From now on, they wouldn't have to worry about Mrs. Norris suddenly jumping out at them as they walked. Even though Filch was still around, his efficiency alone wouldn't be as high as before, and it would be easier to shake him off.
With this thought, the Great Hall became lively, everyone happily celebrating as if it were Christmas.
(End of Chapter)
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