There was nothing strange about where the wand pointed.

"What's wrong?" Ron was startled and his voice trembled.

Harry narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath: "I felt a powerful aura approaching us just now."

"Are you feeling wrong?" Ron looked around in fear, took out his wand, stammered, and chanted the spell twice before releasing the lighting spell. "Could it be the smell of some dark magic books?"

Harry shook his head: "The breaths of people and things are different."

Ron's face turned pale and he clenched his wand.

He slowly pulled the wand back: "Find that book quickly, I feel very uncomfortable here."

"Powerful Potion" is not difficult to find, and you can find it quickly.

Ron held up his wand.

Harry quickly copied down the prescription, and also abbreviated the two pages or so of precautions.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief: "It's terrible, I can't go home for senior year Christmas."

Harry went back to his dormitory and made some preparations - stuffing two balls of socks into his shoes to make himself look taller, stuffing the Sorting Hat under his robes, hanging seven or eight bottles of potions around his waist -

"What to do with the remaining two documents?" Ron complained after walking far away and making sure that no one was around. "There must be some in Professor Snape's storage room."

George paused: "And Harry looks very mature. Except for his size, he looks like a big kid."

Harry shook his head: "I don't think stealing from a professor is a wise choice."

"The way they look at us is no better than the way you look at them." Harry shook his head, "In their eyes, you may be the kind of good student who works hard in the first grade."

"Let's go buy some sweets first." Harry thought for a while, but he couldn't get rid of these two people.

George turned around and kicked Fred: "Damn it, what are you talking about?"

Ron raised his hands: "Awesome, George, Fred, I knew you must know."

Harry took some extra medicinal materials and took them away disguised as ingredients for brewing three potions.

Fred sighed: "If you want to talk about the shortcomings, it is that this secret tunnel is almost reaching its age. When we used it last year, a big piece of earth just hit George's nose and fell down."

George chuckled: "Then you have found the right person. We know seven secret passages leading to Hogsmeade."

Harry glanced at Ron strangely: "Putting aside the material, don't you want to go to Hogsmeade and see it?"

Malfoy often gets the most praise.

In potions class.

Fred raised his eyebrows: "You want to go to Hogsmeade? Now is not a good time..."

"I think spider candy would be more suitable for Ronnie."

Quill, parchment, some books.

"I can't stay at Hogwarts all Christmas." Harry looked helpless, "Most of my friends have gone home."

"George." Harry sat down next to someone, "I have a favor to ask of you."

"Harry is very powerful. He can kill a giant monster." Fred said strangely, "But you can only be killed by a giant monster."

Fred pushed Harry inside.

Under Ron's envious gaze, they took Harry out of the lounge and went to a mirror on the fifth floor. George looked around, carefully took out his wand, and tapped on the mirror: "Appearance."

It's rare that the Weasley brothers didn't go out to make trouble.

"You're George," Harry corrected, "This trick won't work on me."

The combination of minerals and herbs, some of which were used very barbarically, opened his eyes to how many of the demon hunter's potions could be implemented in this world, and he began to have some ideas.

The Potions Classroom is still open to the public during the holidays, and some fifth- and seventh-grade students who had to get an "O" in the exam did not have a relaxing Christmas.

Ron had a headache: "This potion is so complicated."

The owner of the material store had a strange tone: "You want this thing? We don't have it here. It's contraband, my dear little wizard."

"Isn't it normal for a young wizard to want to go to Hogsmeade?" Harry continued to ask.

"Harry, you've really changed your appearance." George was amazed, "What's that on your face? It's so handsome."

Wait until you leave the classroom.

"Harry can go." George said seriously, "But little Ronnie, you can't."

"We will bring you sweets when we come back." George rubbed Ron's head hard, "How about the pile of cockroaches, that is a sweet that Principal Dumbledore likes."

"But it's very powerful, isn't it?" Harry's eyes were shining, "And it doesn't require much material."

George muttered: "Oh, no, Harry, how did you do it? You can tell us apart so accurately every time."

"When I know the secret passage, we can go together next time." Harry comforted Ron in a low voice, which made him feel better.

"Say... we want to buy ingredients for Polyjuice Potion?"

Fred and George looked at the golden Galleons with a little envy in their eyes - they had gone to school for three years and spent less than half of what Harry spent this time.

On the contrary, the two parties involved did not take it seriously, and even wished that Snape would curse more.

Ron's body was trembling.

"I want to go to Hogsmeade, do you have any ideas?" Harry asked straight to the point.

Fred patted his robe: "And the end point is also very good. It is in a very hidden corner of Hogsmeade, unlike the other two secret passages."

George and Fred can't wait.

"And Filch only knows four things." Fred pinched his waist and said confidently.

"Perhaps you are no match for a Flobber caterpillar."

"Come on, Harry." George walked in first.

"Do you have any African tree snake skin here?" Harry asked.

"Harry, where are you going?" George and Fred were in high spirits, but had no intention of leaving Harry's side to carry out their own activities.

Harry paid for the other materials he mentioned.

Harry nodded, without changing his expression, and continued to ask about other relatively rare materials.

Ron gritted his teeth: "Sooner or later, I will turn you two into a stinky pile of turds."

He is not a bad student, but the words "good student" are not consistent with his style.

There were three people working on the assignment, and Snape would give a long speech.

"Lacewings, antimony, leeches..."

When it was almost three o'clock in the morning, Harry turned off the light and yawned: "When we get up tomorrow, we will go look at the medicine cabinet in the Potions classroom."

The man said seriously: "No, I am Fred."

Ron rolled his neck awkwardly.

The two of them immediately fell silent, wishing they could take back the compliments they had just given.

The next day, they got up.

"This is our favorite road." George lit up his wand and led the way. "The road is very flat and the space is wide. You can walk straight."

"And you are still a little kid, my dear little Ronnie." Fred spread his hands, "You are still a little Ronnie who only wants to cry to his mother."

Ron was stunned and frowned: "But that's a place only third-year wizards can go, and they have to get their parents' permission..."

"Perhaps Professor Snape will change his senses towards you because of this." Harry teased, "Look at him now, isn't he a little more friendly towards Hermione?"

He didn't have Harry's energy, so he wouldn't be able to hold on for a long time.

"They are two groups." Fred stood up and patted Ron on the shoulder, "He and I are two people, not one."

They went back to their dormitory and read the above carefully.

Bought some candy for Ron.

"Is there such candy?"

Ron's brows were still furrowed: "But how do we tell them?"

Ron was startled.

Then there is Hermione. Snape will not target her as he did Harry, but...out of respect for Gryffindor, he will not have any good words in his mouth.

They returned to the lounge.

Ron sighed: "What should we do?"

"The first exit is in Duke Bee's shop."

Ron blushed with anger and shouted: "Fred, George!"

Ron's eyes widened: "Why?!"

Harry replied: "This is Professor Snape's Christmas gift to me."
To be continued...