By Monday morning, the news that Professor Keridi Bubaji had been attacked and sent to the school hospital had spread throughout the castle.

The school had to temporarily suspend the Muggle Studies class because it could not find a suitable substitute professor.

Moreover, Marcus Flint, who was discharged from the hospital, also stated that he saw with his own eyes that the professor was sent to the school hospital on Saturday night.

Everyone who heard the news was stunned... that was the professor! Suddenly, rumors spread all over the school, everyone was suspicious, and almost everyone started to gather in groups of three or five, fearing that they would be attacked if they were left alone.

"He's lying!"

At the Gryffindor table, Harry said angrily: "He didn't even wake up on Saturday night. He slept so soundly!"

"But people are willing to believe him," said Ron, without looking up. "Never mind."

He placed a backpack on the table, dug out a piece of parchment from among a pile of books and notebooks, and measured it with a ruler.

"Damn it, another three inches off...Harry, have you finished your History of Magic homework?"

"What, there's homework for History of Magic?" Harry was stunned.

"Of course I have. It's about the International Wizarding Conference of 1289." Ron glanced at him. "I don't think the Bludger hit you on the head, either."

"No... but I think it might have something to do with the fall," said Harry. "I don't remember it at all."

"That's bad for you. Our first class is History of Magic," Ron said sympathetically.

Then he looked at Hermione again, "Your..."

"No!" Hermione glared at him, "You should do your homework on your own."

"I know," said Ron, "but I was in that room on the eighth floor yesterday and didn't have time to go to the library."

"Who told you to just play with your broomstick?"

…

Two people were attacked one after another, one of them was a professor... During this period, everyone was very upset and the castle became dead silent.

Fred and George could not stand this depressing atmosphere any more, so one morning they appeared at the door of the auditorium in a high-profile manner holding their flying brooms.

Each of them had three golden trophies on their heads, like they were wearing a uniquely shaped brain.

And the brooms they held were also special, with an extra wooden board in the middle, fixed with magic tape.

When enough people came, they walked out of the castle under everyone's curious gaze, flew slowly around the castle and tap danced on their brooms.

The crowd suddenly became lively and everyone burst into laughter.

Professor McGonagall was also in the crowd, but she did not stop Fred and George, nor did she drive the crowd away. Instead, she waited until they had walked around the castle and returned to the ground before she walked out with a stern face.

"Professor McGonagall..."

"Why are you here?"

Fred and George's grins suddenly retracted, and they didn't dare to look at her guiltily.

"One point from Gryffindor."

Professor McGonagall said, "That's not how you use a broomstick. Don't do anything dangerous like that again."

"Also..." She glanced over the heads of the two men, "Remember to clean the trophy and put it back in the trophy display room, otherwise you will be put in solitary confinement."

"I'll make sure they're spotless."

“Like new.”

Fred and George almost laughed out loud when they heard that they were only deducted one point and did not have to be put in detention... In fact, they had already prepared themselves for being put in detention.

Professor McGonagall said nothing and turned away.

The crowd became lively again.

Fred and George were like two triumphant warriors, being escorted back to the castle.

They found Kyle and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

"It was a great performance," Kyle said sincerely.

Cedric also gave a thumbs up, "However, how did you secure the trophy?"

"Magic tape." Fred broke the trophy apart. "We originally wanted to find someone to use a levitation spell, but then we decided to use this."

"At least it's safe." George smiled. "We looked for Ron before, but found that he couldn't control the levitation spell at all. He lost the feathers used for the experiment, and we haven't found them yet."

"After that we gave up the idea of ​​asking for help."

Back at the castle, Fred and George decided to put the trophy back before heading to class.

"Is this all right?" Kanna looked at the trophy in their hands, which had many traces of tape that had not been torn off cleanly.

"That's enough in our opinion."

After saying that, the two of them hurried up the stairs.

Thanks to them, Hogwarts, which had been silent for a long time, finally had some life today.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart even said that he would include them in the new book he was writing.

However, Kyle felt that if Fred and George knew the news, they would probably not be happy.

When the get out of class was over, Kyle met Neville in the corridor. He seemed to have been waiting there, and he came over immediately after seeing Kyle.

"I'm sorry, I think I messed up."

Neville took out a flower pot from behind him with a hint of tears in his voice.

Inside was a slender plant with green roots but dry and yellow leaves that looked like they would wither at any moment.

"They have been like this since yesterday. I, I don't know why." Neville bit his lip and said, "I'm sorry..."

"Why apologize?"

Kyle reached out and touched the leaves, then smiled and said, "After withering, the grass cloak will grow new shoots, and then their leaves will become wider... This is normal. You've taken good care of it."

"Really?" Neville couldn't believe it. "I didn't mess it up this time?"

"Of course." Kyle said, "You can take a look at 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi'. There is an introduction to Herba Mantle in Chapter 12."

"Thank God... I always thought it was because of me that they became like this."

Neville felt much better, "By the way, Kyle, do you have any amulets for sale?"

"Amulet?" Kyle asked in confusion, "There's still half a year before the exam, why are you buying it so early?"

"No, not the test..." Neville shook his head quickly, "I'm talking about the amulet that repels dark creatures and protects you, like this..."

As he spoke, he took out a stinking onion.

Kyle covered his nose and took two steps back.

This stuff tastes just like canned herrings, and it lasts forever... How dare Neville put it in his pocket!

As expected of Gryffindor, so brave.

But I have to admit that this thing can indeed protect itself, or in other words, any normal creature would not want to get close to it.

Of course, except for Lu Wei, he should like this thing very much.

"How about it, do you have it here?" Neville's expression was very calm. He even took a deep breath, as if doing so would make him safe.

"No." Kyle shook his head.

This kind of thing was indeed popular in the school during this period, and Fred and George even talked to him about it.

But Kyle didn't take it seriously from the beginning.

There were too many things like this, and without the Slytherin market, they couldn't make many Galleons.

There's no need to work hard for half a day just to earn some money for candy.

"I see..." Neville looked a little disappointed.

He really wanted to buy something. After all, everyone in Hogwarts knew that the things sold by Kyle's gang...the team were much more reliable than those sold by others.

Seeing Neville's disappointed look, Kyle thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, wait a moment, I'll look for it."

He opened the deformed lizard skin bag and pulled out a pointed amethyst.

This was a decorative amethyst that the owner of the shop, Davis Bangs, had given him as a gift when he last went to Hogsmeade.

The price is not expensive if you buy them individually, one Galleon can buy a piece as big as your fist.

Neville took the amethyst with some excitement. "Can it protect me from harm?"

"No." Kyle said, "But if you use it to illuminate the road before you pass the corner of the corridor, it can save your life in some cases."

Neville looked at the amethyst...his appearance was clearly reflected in it.

"I see, this must be something like a demon-proof peeping mirror that can find hidden monsters." Neville murmured, feeling that he had discovered its purpose.

"How much."

"Normally, ten Sickles." Kyle said, "This is for you..."

But before he could finish his words, Neville took out five Galleons.

"Okay then... I'll buy ten!"

(End of this chapter)