Vol 2 Chapter 612: Piece of cake

Snape will not really poison the students, but if he lets someone spend Christmas in bed, he can still do it.
This risk can occur at any time if a suitable antidote is not produced.
Especially for students above the fourth grade, they can't miss the Christmas ball because of Snape's poison.
"He's really bad!" Ron said angrily in Gryffindor's common room. "Testing us on the last day, using a lot of homework to destroy the last bit of the semester."
"Well, you didn't actually work too hard, didn't you?" Hermione looked at Ron from her potion class notes.
Ron is busy taking his smashing bang to the castle, which is much more fun than Muggle's playing cards.
If it's not done well, the things he takes will explode at any time.
"Please, Hermione, this is Christmas!" Harry said lazily.
He sat in an armchair by the fire and read "Flying with the Artillery Team" for the tenth time.
Hermione turned her head and looked at him with a serious look.
"Christmas?!" said Hermione. "If you don't want to vomit and lie on the bed during the whole holiday, you must concentrate on antidote in accordance with Snape's request. He will definitely poison you. Lee, he said it was done, no one can help you!"
"I know!" Harry didn't care to say, while Joey Jenkins, watching the artillery team, slammed a ball to a chaser in the Barry Bats.
"Yeah, if we can't find a partner, maybe it shouldn't be at that dance," said Ron.
"You have to participate, Ron, you are a warrior!" Hermione stared at him with anger.
"I was just joking." Ron didn't dare to look at Hermione. He ducked back and motioned for him to know about it.
When Hermione lowered her head to study the potion textbook, he lowered his voice and asked Harry, "What the is going on?"
Hermione looked more violent than usual, and clearly wrote the words not to provoke me on the face.
"She didn't find a partner. I listened to Ai Wen. They haven't talked about this topic until now," Harry whispered.
Ron nodded if he realized something and put the last two cards on the top of the castle.
With a bang, the entire castle exploded and burned his eyebrows.
"It's so beautiful, Ron, it's a good match with your robes," Fred said.
He and George took Ai Wen over, and the three of them were discussing new mischievous products and how to collect debts from Bagman.
After trying all the methods did not work, they finally found Ai Wen to help find a way.
Although in Ai Wen's opinion, it is almost impossible for them to want Ludo Bagman to pay back the money.
Bagman has already gone bankrupt. He owes a slap in the face and there is no way to pay off.
With the money back to Fred and George, he might as well run away.
Finally, Ai Wen helped them write a harshly worded letter, ready to send it.
They sat down at the tables of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and Ron touched his eyebrows to check how much he was burned.
"Ron, can we use the pig for a while?" asked George.
"What?!" said Ron, staring at him in disbelief.
"Because George wants to invite it to the ball," Fred said sarcastically.
"Because we have a letter to send, you are a stupid big fool," George said.
"Who do you write to, eh?" asked Ron.
"Don't gossip, Ron, or I will burn your nose." Fred said, waving his wand and threatening Ron. "Why, look at how many of you look, haven't you found a partner?"
This sentence is obviously very sensitive. Even Hermione is not pretending to read a book, raising her head and frowning at Fred.
"No!" said Ron, shaking his head, which was really frustrating.
"I said, man, you'd better speed up, or the good girl will be picked up." Fred paused and noticed Hermione's gaze, and had to add, "The same is true for young guys. I have to be chosen by someone else!"
"So who are you going with?" said Ron.
"Angelina." Fred replied without thinking, not a little embarrassed.
"What?!" Ron asked in surprise. "Have you invited her?"
"This question is well asked." Frey said, he turned his head and shouted at the head of the common room. "Hey, Angelina!"
Angelina was chatting with Aria Spinnet on the side of the fire, heard the shouts and looked over Fred.

What?
she asked aloud.

Will you join me for the dance?

Angelina looked at Fred with a gaze, and she was not embarrassed at all.
"Okay," she said, then turned her face and continued to chat with Alicia with a faint smile on her face.
"It's done!" Fred told Avon, Harry, and Ron. "It's that simple. It's a piece of cake."
In the eyes of everyone, he stood up proudly and yawned.
"George, since Ron doesn't plan to lend the pig to us, we'd better use a school owl, go quickly."
They left, and Avon stayed and didn't keep up.
Four people did not speak, looked at each other for a while, and Avon noticed that Hermione was hiding her gaze.
Then she lowered her head and studied her potion textbook.
What Evan wanted to say, like Fred, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.
Ron no longer touched his eyebrows, looking at Evan and Harry through the ruined solitaire castle.
"Guys, we should also take action and invite someone. He is right, we don't want to end up dancing with a pair of ugly."
With a bang, Hermione closed the book on her hand.
She was obviously mad, and even her speech seemed stuttering.
"Ron, what did you say?!" she asked with a brow.
"Oh, don't say you know it too!" Ron shrugged his shoulders and said in a clear tone. "I would rather go alone to the ball than look for it, say, Alois Midgen. ""

His acne has been much better recently, she is actually pretty!

"Oh, she is already ugly, not just acne, I think her nose is awkward," said Ron.
"Oh, I understand, I finally understand what you guys are thinking!" Hermione was angered and stood up. "It turned out that you basically want to invite one who is willing to accept you the most beautiful." Girl, even if she is a big bad guy?"
"Well, yeah, it’s basically correct," said Ron.
"Okay!" Hermione took a deep breath and said with no anger, "I am going to sleep!"
She glanced at Evan and Harry, who didn't say a word, and walked down the stairs of the girls' dormitory without saying a word under their two stunned gaze. (To be continued.)