Chapter 212 Secret Planning

Those who watch others having fun will eventually have fun themselves.

Fun man Brace deeply understands this.

He was trembling and sweating profusely at the invitation to the dance from Jian Yu.

Such an invitation seemed like an invitation from hell, especially since he was surrounded by little snakes staring at him covetously.

"Well..."

Torn between two options, he raised his head tremblingly and met Theodore's eyes.

Half of that look said "If you dare to agree, try it", and the other half said "If you dare not agree, try it".

"Of course..."

He closed his eyes and made up his mind, and was about to agree, but he heard the whispers of the little snakes around him.

"Some cunning and scheming people urge others to go back to the common room to fight, just to clear obstacles for themselves-"

"If he could use this kind of brainpower to add points to the academy, I'm afraid we wouldn't have to work so hard."

He was forced to swallow back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He forced a detour, but heard Daphne's sarcastic tone:

"Some people have taken advantage of themselves, but they still pretend to be unwilling to die heroically."

"Is he not going to take her invitation seriously? That's what ungrateful people do—"

Brace felt the back of his robe soaked with sweat, and he knew that he had to shoot the arrow:

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

Although Jian Yu noticed the fearless tone in his voice and observed his wrinkled face, she would never let him go so easily.

She was determined to make him suffer, so she ignored Blaise's pain.

"It's settled then."

She responded cheerfully and turned back to the dormitory.

Only Bryce was left, who was beaten up again by the little snakes.

......

But what Jian Yu and the little snakes didn't know was that in the Gryffindor common room far away -

The Weasley family was gathered together, plotting loudly.

The four Weasleys, big and small, had just experienced a round of Howler bombardment and were rubbing their sore ears.

In the words of one of the victims, Ron Weasley:

"If Percy were still in school, he would be so ashamed of this Howler that he would bang his head against Professor McGonagall's office."

But the howling letter from Mrs. Weasley did not succeed in stopping the Weasleys' enthusiasm.

- Especially when the twins Fred and George, who are eager to cause trouble in the world, and their brave sister Ginny and the bottom of the family brother Ron get together.

Ron had a bitter face and was dejected. He was trying to prepare himself mentally:

"Oh, well, it's okay not to go to the ball. I can't invite any girls anyway, and I don't want to wear that extremely ugly gown anyway."

His self-abandonment earned him sneers from Fred and George, who both shook their heads at him.

"Oh, poor little Ronnie, Mama—"

Even his sister Ginny moved a few meters away from him in disgust.

"Is there anything you can do?" Ron protested angrily. "I dare say that as soon as we reach the door of the Great Hall, we will be caught by Filch and have Gryffindor's points deducted into negative numbers! Then we will be sent to polish armor for a semester!"

His twin brothers yawned, and laid on the sofa with their hands spread out in a helpless manner:

"There's no other way, but we can throw you and your excrement out the door to distract Filch, and then we can go in and dance."

Ron was so shocked by this act of selling his brother for fame that he was speechless. After finally reacting, he shed tears of grief and anger:

“You—you—!”

Fortunately, he has a reliable friend Hermione, and what's more reliable is that she has a copy of "Powerful Potions" in her hand.

"Merlin - am I seeing right - Polyjuice Potion - again -?"

Ron looked at Hermione in shock. He seriously suspected that she was his brothers in disguise:

"Hermione you - are you Hermione? - this must be against school rules -"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and put the book on his head again:

"Come on, haven't you violated enough school rules over the years? Besides, this is something we used in second grade!"

For some reason, sometimes she felt like she couldn't lead her teammates and had to carry the burden alone.

This was particularly evident when facing Ron.

Ginny unhappily took back the book that was on Ron's head and continued to copy down the recipe for Polyjuice Potion.

"Ginny, are you also—"

Ron felt that everyone around him became magical.

His sister also rolled her eyes at him and shouted angrily:

"Are you going to watch Jade dance with a Slytherin partner? All night long?"

"We just need to knock her partner unconscious - then we each take a sip of the potion and take turns entering the arena - and change people before the effect of the potion wears off -"

Ron was stunned.

Although he already knew that his sister was a ruthless person——

But this was still too much for him!

"Excellent idea!" Fred and George whistled in agreement with Ginny. "All we need to do is find out who Jade's partner is, get his hair, and then send him a few sacks - what color sacks do you think are suitable?"

Ron felt that the whole world had gone crazy in a way he could never imagine.

"But" he said weakly, "Boomsday skins - these are only in Snape's private storage -"

He was horrified to see his twin brother giving him a devilish smile.

The two walked up to him, blocking his escape route from the left and right. Fred grabbed his neck:

"That's up to you and Harry. Make some noise in Potions class and get some detention. We're sure you two are familiar with that."

"No - no -" Ron pushed back feebly, feeling his whole body darken. "Why don't you put yourself in detention?"

"Because Snape forbids us from coming within ten meters of his cellar."

Fred shrugged, but George quickly threatened:

"You probably don't want your mother to know that you secretly play the game console in class, right, little Ronnie?"

Ron, with a face full of grief and indignation, looked at Harry for help, but all he got was a firm look and a nod of his head from Harry:

"Yes, it's impossible to let a poisonous snake dance with jade for a whole night, absolutely impossible!"

Ron whimpered and lay face down on the sofa, motionless.

"Well, everything is for the great good and bright future of the Weasley family--"

He repeated this sentence over and over again to prepare himself mentally.

Relying on his fantasy of a better life with nepotism, Ron quickly won the resurrection match.

With his blood fully replenished, he sat up and began to think about how to get himself into Snape's cellar.