I was inventing at Hogwarts

"Anyone else want a cookie?"

George shouted forward, his tone sounding very much like the round-faced woman pushing the trolley on the Hogwarts Express.

Fred was beside him, his hands raised to protect the silver tray in George's hand.

In that tray was a plate full of fragrant custard cookies that were about to topple and fall at any moment.

This is simply the tower of happiness that anyone with a sweet tooth dreams of.

As George and Fred got closer, Rigg and the others also smelled the tempting sweetness.

Rige was obviously full, and he couldn't help but lick his lips when he smelled the smell.

Every few steps, George would be pulled, and the little wizard passing by would take a few pieces from his tray.

Unfortunately, no one actually put the cookies in their mouths.

George and Fred were notorious.

Basically, all the little wizards in Gryffindor have been pranked by them, whether they are new first-year students or senior students who are about to graduate.

They often go to sneak attacks and deceive the old seniors, without any Wood.

The red-haired twins seemed to have no fear or superiority in their minds.

Fortunately, their pranks generally follow certain rules and bottom lines. So far, no wizard has ever really gotten angry with them.

Most people find it quite interesting after getting angry.

So I don't hate the twins (Gryffindor and Hufflepuff only).

There are also first-grade wizards who don't know Gemini. If they take a cookie and put it in their mouth, they will be stopped immediately by their friends.

"Don't eat, don't eat. George and Fred made this."

Similar words were thought of in every corner of the Gryffindor table. The person holding the cookie wanted to eat it but didn't dare to eat it.

Even if they haven't been abused, they have heard the legend of the twins.

Filch often cursed the red-haired twins in the corner of Hogwarts Castle for causing him trouble.

Instead, Ron, who had been bullied by the twins for a long time, walked over after smelling the fragrance.

Ron sniffed and said, "Yes, that's the smell."

He stood up and followed George's path like a ghost.

Rigg looked at Ron, remembering the Tom cat he had seen walking forward with his butt stuck out in his last life.

George showed the plate to Ron enthusiastically, "Get more, get more!"

Ron stretched out his hand, then retracted it hesitantly. After smelling the smell, he finally made up his mind.

He was not polite at all. He took four small biscuits from the plate and stuffed them into his mouth. He turned to Rige and shouted: "Stop eating, come and get two biscuits."

Seeing Ron stuffing his mouth full of biscuits with a nonchalant expression, Neville couldn't help but put the biscuits that were so greedy that his saliva dripped into his mouth and tasted them carefully.

The rich milk aroma complements the thickness of the butter. Taste it carefully, and it also has a hint of lemon fragrance.

"These are the best biscuits I've ever tasted!" Neville exclaimed in surprise.

George turned the plate slowly and without leaving any trace, turning it towards Ron.

"Let's just say, your good brother, how could we harm you." George looked heartbroken, "You actually doubt us."

Fred also covered his face and whimpered, pretending to cry, his shining eyes revealed through the gaps between his fingers.

"More?" Fred asked, wiping away non-existent tears.

Rigg and the others also came to Ron's side.

Rigg pursed his lips tightly, he was really afraid that he would reveal his secrets by laughing out loud.

Ron and Neville were fine after eating it, and Neville strongly recommended that the little wizards who didn't get the biscuits get a few pieces to try.

The other little wizards who had taken the biscuits couldn't help it anymore. The strong man choked and stuffed the biscuits into his mouth.

The aroma of the biscuits filled their mouths, and they were baked just right, melting like cheese in their mouths. The little wizards squinted their eyes happily.

While chewing the biscuits in his mouth, Ron explained to Rigg and the others: "This is my mother's unique secret recipe. George and the others must have made it because they were also greedy."

Ron picked up a few biscuits and handed them to Rigg, Harry, and Hermione.

Just as Rigg was about to put it in his mouth, he saw Fred next to George winking at him.

Rigg quickly snatched the biscuits from Harry and Hermione's hands.

Ron looked puzzled and put a few more biscuits into his mouth, muttering: "What are you trying to grab? Isn't there more?"

Before Ron could finish chewing the biscuits in his mouth, George slapped the tray on the table.

He and Fred bowed in every direction.

Their big move attracted the attention of all the little wizards in the auditorium, and the professors eating at the teachers' table also looked over with interest.

Professor Flitwick dared to bet Professor Sprout that these two bad boys must be thinking of something else.

"Weasley brand canary biscuits will be sold at the Literary Residence from tomorrow. Welcome to buy! A bag of canary biscuits is a big opening bonus, only 4 silver coins. The price will increase next week. Don’t miss it if you’re passing by!”

The twins said in unison.

As their introductions were made, Ron's eyes widened and he felt a wave of heat rush out of his body.

"You are here again..."

Ron's roar echoed in the air before he could finish.

With a loud "bang", Ron turned into a chubby canary.

Canaries look a bit like sparrows, with yellow-green feathers with dark vertical stripes.

Thanks to George and Fred's careful design, Ron's feathers sparkled in the light, like a big light bulb.

"5!" George counted down loudly.

"4!" Fred followed, this was their designed performance.

"3——" The little wizards around them also started shouting after George.

From time to time there were excited cheers and table-slapping sounds.

The little wizards were howling like ghosts, and Professor Snape above them frowned in discomfort and looked down.

Professor Flitwick said cheerfully: "Let them have fun, it's the end of the term soon. Stop frowning, relax, relax."

There really isn't much entertainment in Hogwarts. There will be a Quidditch match every two or three weeks at most.

In addition to football games, the little wizards also go for a walk next to the Black Lake or play chess in the lounge.

Such excitement is so rare.

"2!!!" In addition to Gryffindor, the little wizards and wizards from other colleges also started shouting.

"1!" George waved the Gryffindor scarf in his hand.

Under the fluttering scarf is Ron who has transformed back from the canary.

"What's the trick?" Ron continued in a daze.

He just felt like the world was spinning around him. Why were there stars in front of him?

The little wizards who were still in the auditorium laughed loudly and watched Ron sit down on the ground.

His hair is still the same as the canary biscuit it was just now.

Like a bird's nest.

A very successful show, only one person was unhappy.

The next day, Nigel sent a letter that penetrated the back of the paper.

"The cookies were sold out in ten minutes.

Replenish the goods or send someone over

:-D

Nigel, who hasn’t been out of Literary Residence for a whole day』

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