At the end of January, the weather still showed no signs of warming.

When I got up in the morning, the sky was still gray, with occasional snowflakes falling. Walking on the way to the hall of the auditorium, listening to Fred and George chatting, Albert always felt that something bad was about to happen.

Albert ate bread and corn soup, and chatted with Lee Jordan about the registration for the Wizarding Card Game. Suddenly I saw Charlie hurriedly walking towards this side, apparently looking for Fred and George, who had been confined several times.

"You have missed Quidditch training several times." Charlie glared at his brothers dissatisfiedly and reminded: "There is not much time left until the next Quidditch game. We lose once. If this If you lose again, you will be completely missed this year..."

"Charlie, we didn't mean it." George put down his spoon and looked up at Charlie, his face all helpless.

"That was a last resort." Fred quickly echoed: "If there is a choice, we would rather go to the Quidditch stadium to train instead of facing Snape."

I don't know what's going on, this sounds very convincing.

"Okay, but next time you train, you can't miss it anymore." Charlie was persuaded by the two.

Few students are willing to confine themselves to Snape, even the Slytherin students, they also need to withstand a lot of pressure when facing their dean.

"We will train well." Fred and George said in unison.

"Guys, you will never guess, what I saw just now." Wood ran over breathlessly, ready to tell everyone an interesting news.

"See what?"

"I just met Marcus Flint. His lips are unexplainably swollen like a sausage. You haven't seen him. He covers his lips with his hands, he looks like a faceless face. . Ah, no more, let me laugh."

"Where is he?" Charlie also wanted to go and watch to see how bad his old opponent was.

"He covered his lips and ran to the school hospital." Wood finally stopped his laughter, raised his hand and gestured toward the crowd, and described Marcus Flint's unlucky appearance with a deep voice.

There is nothing more worthy of joy than seeing the bad luck of the guy you hate.

At this moment, the surrounding suddenly calmed down. Albert followed everyone's sights. A Hufflepuff girl was covering her lips with her hand, and quickly fled the hall of the auditorium.

After a brief laugh, everyone talked in whispers about who was playing the prank.

Albert finished destroying the steak on the plate and glanced at George, who was also expressionless next to him. The latter seemed to feel Albert's gaze and shrugged his shoulders, saying innocently that this was not theirs.

"You actually succeeded?" Albert was curious about how Fred and George added to Marcus Flint's food.

"It was made by Pippi, it has nothing to do with us!" Fred looked innocent, saying that this was really not done by them, and the two did not have such ability.

"You convinced Pippi?" Albert asked, raising his eyebrows.

"We promised to provide Pippi with some interesting gadgets." Fred blinked his innocent little eyes. "Anyway, we have to tease students and everyone is the same, don't you think?"

Albert was speechless, and this is indeed true. For Pippy, Hogwarts students are not divided into four colleges, and they are all students anyway.

It turns out that Albert's idea was right. In the next few days, when many people ate in the auditorium, their lips were inexplicably swollen into funny sausage mouths.

The students at Hogwarts were very upset without the reason. Everyone was afraid that one day it would be their turn to be unlucky.

Professor Sprout also deliberately inspected the school's kitchen, but it was obviously not a problem with house elves.

One day, everyone finally discovered the reason.

No way, who made Pipigui hum a weird little song and sprinkle strange seasonings on the steaks they ate.

Many people saw the students who ate the meat steak with their own eyes, and their lips rose like sausages.

Then, this matter was thoroughly fried.

Everyone started to condemn Pippi, but it was useless. Pippi's pranks weren't once or twice.

Filch wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to drive Peppy out of Hogwarts, who often opposes him, but he failed in the end.

Among all the administrators of Hogwarts, there are many wizards who want to drive away Pippi. None of them succeeded, let alone Filch, who couldn't use magic.

"How much of that stuff do you give Pippy." Albert glanced at Fred, who was struck again, and asked in a low voice when others were not paying attention.

He was unlucky just now.

Fortunately, after Albert found that many people were recruited, he prepared anti-swelling agents in advance. When he encountered an abnormality, he directly killed the problem in the cradle.

"Only that bottle, it should be almost used up." George said uncertainly.

"We didn't expect that bottle of seasoning could last so long." Fred was also depressed. In the past few days, he accidentally ate food with added ingredients several times.

is completely self-inflicted.

Pippi is going crazy~www.mtlnovel.com~ It is simply unbearable.

"Don't forget, as agreed, you have to provide Pippi with a pack of dung bombs." Lee Jordan reminded depressed, his lips were also swollen.

"Don't you worry about the professors investigating who gave Pipigui the bottle of seasoning?" Albert looked at the twins helplessly. Now Pipigui's method of seasoning food has become more sophisticated, completely It's hard to guard against.

However, it turns out that Albert's worries are completely unnecessary.

Hogwarts students have never suspected this incident to other students, they are now about to be driven crazy by Pepigui. When eating, always be careful not to eat things that have been fed by Pipigui.

Also going crazy is Madam Pomfrey. Students with swollen lips have appeared in the school hospital one after another. This bodyguard is worthy of letting Professor Snape prepare a large amount of anti-swelling agent, and also specially reminded everyone to encounter this again. In this case, go to the school hospital to receive the swelling agent.

Now, everyone knows that to eliminate the sausage mouth and avoid yourself being embarrassed, you only need to use a small amount of anti-swelling agent to solve the problem perfectly after detecting that you are being recruited. They no longer need to guard against Pippi's pranks.

School hospitals naturally have a lot of anti-swelling agents, but they need to be recruited before they can be used. There are actually many wizards who can deploy this kind of medicine, but many people have very average potions, and they dare not drink their own medicine. The potion will know.

So, in the black market of Hogwarts, the anti-swelling agent suddenly went on fire.