George left in a hurry.

Because Kyle's house was not connected to the Floo network, he needed to go back to the Burrow first and then go to Diagon Alley through the fireplace at home.

Fred originally wanted to go with them, but when he passed a mirror, he changed his mind and turned back to the attic.

Although Fred was usually a bit careless, he did care about his image. He didn't want to appear in the crowded Diagon Alley like this.

Otherwise, when school starts, he will probably become the first joke of the new school year.

In the attic, Kyle was studying the twins' results from the past few days.

——A full box with more than ten different kinds of candies, and they are all some of the most popular varieties on the market.

There are sizzling honey candies, fudge, toffee, and chocolate candies.

Kyle picked up a piece of fudge and as soon as he got close to it, he smelled a faint bitter taste, which was inconsistent with the sweetness of the candy itself.

“Wuwuwu…”

Fred seemed to want to say something, but Kyle didn't understand.

He took out a notebook and wrote on it: "This is a failure. We found that only toffee can cover up the taste of the swelling potion."

Kyle nodded, picked up another piece of toffee and smelled it. The bitterness was indeed much lighter, and it would be impossible to detect it if you didn't look carefully.

It's just that the way they handled it was too crude. They just made a hole in the candy and stuffed the swelling potion in it.

If I were more careful, I might be able to completely cover up the smell of the swelling potion.

Of course, it could also be that they are just too lazy to do so.

After all, until the dosage problem of the swelling potion is solved, this thing is not even a semi-finished product.

Afterwards, Fred gave Kyle a notebook, which recorded all their previous experimental records and clearly stated the specific reasons for each failure and the adverse consequences.

It's about a dozen pages long, so it can be said to be quite detailed.

Just as Kyle was flipping through the notebook, George came back with a paper bag full of shrunken figs.

"There's no need to buy so many, George." Kyle held out his hand and said, "The shrunken figs only play a supporting role. One or two will be enough."

"It's better to be prepared." George handed the things in his hand to Kyle naturally and asked with a smile: "Why, do you want to join us?"

Kyle shrugged, "After a week of homework, I have to have some fun."

"Speaking of which..." George suddenly sighed and said, "I can't believe you would waste your precious vacation time on those homeworks.

The same goes for Percy. When I got back just now, he was still complaining that I disturbed him.

Oh my god, I just opened the door, he wasn't doing his homework in the living room!"

"I have to say that you are much better than him in this regard. At least you never blame us for not being able to finish your homework."

Kyle didn't care about the daily bickering among the Weasley family. He took out two shriveled figs, peeled them, and squeezed out the juice.

Taking advantage of this time, George also took out half a bottle of swelling potion from the box next to him. He thought about it, found an empty bottle, and divided the potion in it into half.

Fred and George were not very good at brewing potions, and Mrs. Weasley did not allow anyone to play with cauldrons at home. In order to save time, they bought these swelling potions directly from Diagon Alley, at a cost of five Galleons a pint.

It is better to save as much as possible.

After adding the juice of the shrinking fig, the color of the swelling potion began to slowly darken, and soon changed from the original sky blue to light blue.

Kyle nodded.

He picked up the bottle and prepared to drop it on his hand to test the effect.

But George stopped him.

"No, no, no, Kyle, you can't do this."

George said seriously, "We need to make the tongue bigger, not the hands."

After saying that, he took out a new candy from his pocket, dripped some potion on it and put it directly into his mouth.

"I really shouldn't have dipped my food in it," George mumbled, "It tastes so weird, like wuu ...

George's cheeks began to slowly swell, and the words he spoke became inarticulate sobs.

That's his tongue.

Fred was dancing and whining excitedly beside him, as if he was celebrating something.

George's tongue began to swell rapidly and soon stretched out, looking like a big, slippery python.

"It looks like it was successful."

Kyle looked at George.

The shrinking fig did neutralize some of the swelling potion and dull it a lot, only working on the tongue where it had been in contact the most.

As long as we can find a way to remove the special taste of the potion so that the little wizards can't taste it, this "quick-acting skipping candy" will be truly complete.

Fred and George were delighted.

"You're amazing, Kyle...haha, you shrinking fig."

After the effect of the swelling potion wore off, George said excitedly: "You don't know, we were actually planning to give up."

"The swelling potion is too expensive." Fred spread his hands and said, "Before this, we have already wasted a whole bottle."

"Five Galleons." George felt a little pained. "We should have waited for you."

His heart began to bleed when he thought about how he had wasted five Galleons.

If it were a dung egg, it would be enough for them to fight a small battle with Slytherin.

"Don't you have money?" Kyle asked, "One hundred Galleons per person, you haven't spent it all, have you?"

"Having money and wasting it are two different things." Fred sighed, "Besides, we only have thirty Galleons left now, and that's a total of thirty Galleons."

On the first day of the holiday, Mrs. Weasley accidentally knocked out the wallets hidden on Fred and George when she beat them.

The golden Galleons were scattered all over the floor, almost frightening Mrs. Weasley to death. She thought the twins had robbed a Slytherin student in school.

Although Fred and George were quick to explain the origins of the Galleons, Mrs. Weasley did not believe them.

It wasn't until Chris passed that the matter was explained.

However, Mrs. Weasley confiscated the Galleons because she was afraid they would do something bad.

Now, the only money Fred and George had left was the money hidden in the box.

Thirty Galleons, just as they say, no more, no less, just enough.

(End of this chapter)