Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

"Just pretending, it doesn't matter to me."

The old man sitting at the top looked a little ugly. He opened his mouth slightly, and the sound coming out of his throat was still like metal friction, hoarse and unpleasant. "Today is different from the past. Rodriguez, tell me about you." idea."

"Tsk -" Rodriguez smiled disdainfully, "I said, there is nothing to say. The day you choose to pretend to be dead, you should have thought that we will be ridden on our necks and shit. The one at Shafiq's house I have already told you what this kid can do, and I have already figured out Voldemort's attitude for you, but none of you care."

"Okay, let me put it more harshly. Today, the Crow Party is being strung up on their necks, isn't it you who asked for it?"

"Rodriguez!" The old man slowly raised his hand, "Now is not the time to lose your temper."

The young woman's smile did not diminish, and the middle-aged man still lowered his eyebrows, showing no change.

Rodriguez extinguished the flame in his pipe with his fingers impatiently. "Then what do you want to hear? I have only one opinion from beginning to end. Just start a war. It's that simple."

The room suddenly became quiet, with only the strong wind howling outside.

After a while, the old man turned his attention to the middle-aged man and the young woman in the room. "What do you think?"

The young woman was still the first to speak. She played with her beautiful nails and said in a frivolous tone: "Me? I have no problem. Let's start the war. I have been very curious about that Moon Fox. If I could make him into a crow. Dragon, that must be very powerful. I guess if we really stop pretending to be dead, the little guy will definitely stand up even to protect his reputation——"

"By the way, have you all read the new book written by Rita Skeeter?" The young woman suddenly chuckled, "Well, she said the little guy in that book was so bad that even I was shocked can not watch anymore."

The middle-aged man finally raised his head. He glanced at the young woman and said in a deep voice: "It's okay to start a war. Who should we start a war with? Moon Fox? Don't you think you are embarrassed enough? And you, Rodriguez, who is making such a noise You were more powerful than anyone else, but you were defeated by a third-year Hogwarts student. Today, the Crow Party is being ridden on the neck, and you are the culprit."

"Oh?" Rodriguez, who was about to relight his pipe, paused and looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes. "Brumbney, if you think it is very unusual for me to lose to a third-year Hogwarts student." If it's a shameful thing, why not go into battle yourself and try it yourself, and see what 'great achievements' you can make by then."

In an instant, the atmosphere between the two became tense.However, the young woman sitting between the two of them was still looking at her nails, as if it had nothing to do with her.

The old man seemed to be unable to suppress his anger at last. He punched the table hard. Suddenly a strong wind blew in the room. The strange crow standing on the shelf, which was obviously larger than ordinary crows, suddenly turned its head and stared at it intently. Those three people lived there.

Except for the old woman who made no sound from the beginning to the end, the other three people in the room stopped talking and stopped the small movements of their hands.

"Brubny is right." The old man said word by word: "It's okay to start a war, but who is the target? Rodriguez, tell me."

This time, Rodriguez did not hesitate or show any dissatisfaction, but immediately said: "Ministry of Magic."

"Monata, what do you think?"

The young woman sat there upright, and after pondering for a moment, she suddenly raised her eyebrows, "If I had to choose, I would rather start with Muggles."

After getting answers from the two men, the old man turned his attention to Brumbney, the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked at the young woman, then at Rodriguez, and suddenly showed a strange smile, "I think it's better for us to attack Hogwarts."

Hearing this, the young woman was frightened like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and Rodriguez looked at the middle-aged man as if he had seen a ghost.

They were not surprised by the middle-aged man's boldness. In fact, their eyes revealed exactly the same message - at this moment, both of them felt that Brumbny was probably crazy.

"Go on." Only the old man spoke again without changing his expression.

Brumbney straightened his suit and adjusted his sitting posture, as if he was sitting at the negotiation table of Muggle business elites. He spoke eloquently: "Attack the Ministry of Magic or attack Muggles. It doesn’t do us any good.”

"In the past two years, thanks to that kid Moon Fox, we have undoubtedly been the target of the entire British wizarding community, not to mention being humiliated by him repeatedly; and this year, in the past few months, we have been the target of public criticism from time to time in the past few months. Someone will dress up as our manpower and go out to cause a scene.”

"If we launch an attack against the Ministry of Magic or the Muggles now, no matter what the outcome of the attack is, as long as Moon Fox stands up and shouts twice, and cooperates with the Ministry of Magic's actions, the attack will not be a deterrent. Instead, we will be able to confirm the charges we committed in the past few months and become the target of the entire British wizarding community's hatred."

"Instead of doing this, it's better to attack Hogwarts directly." The smile on Brumbney's face became even wider. "Of course, it's not an attack, but a feint attack."

"Draw the Ministry of Magic's firepower to Hogwarts, and we'll take the opportunity to do something else, such as... blow up Azkaban."

The young woman Monata looked at Bruubni with a strange expression and asked suspiciously: "Blow up Azkaban against the countless dementors there? Are you serious? What good will this do to us? , wouldn’t this confirm our charges and make us the target of the entire British wizarding world’s common hatred?”

"Of course not." Brumbney sneered. "As long as we wear the robes of the Crow Party."

The anger in the old man's eyes slowly subsided, and his eyes gradually became more understanding.

"Don't they like to pretend to be Crows? Okay, then let's all pretend to be Crows together."

Brumbny continued to explain his plan, "Moon Fox likes to add fuel to the flames, so we might as well give it a try."

"Anyway, the Ministry of Magic is already in dire straits right now, just because of that stupid book that I don't know is suppressing the situation. In this case, we just take this opportunity to make some preparations, help fan the flames, and then..."

"Wait until the Ministry of Magic has no time to take care of it, then blow up two Muggle bridges randomly, cause a Corvus Party-style disaster, announce that everything before was not our doing, and blame everything on Voldemort."

After saying that, Brumbney fiddled with his suit again, as if there were some extra wrinkles on it. "What do you think?"

Monata shrugged, "I'll do as you say, but are you sure our people can successfully pretend to be...'not from the Crow Party' in the previous attack?"

"Of course our people can't do it." Rodriguez also laughed, "But Voldemort's people can definitely do it, right, Brumbny, I have to admit, I underestimated you, it's a good plan, Unfortunately--"

He turned to look at the old man, "Will you agree to his plan?"

The old man kept a straight face, and finally said after a long while: "No matter what the oath is, the survival of the Crow Party is the priority. If there are no problems with you, we will do as Brumbny said, and this matter will be handed over to us. Arrange it for Brumbney.”

Rodriguez looked at the old man in surprise, as if he was getting to know the person in front of him all over again.

At the same time, Brumbny also returned to his previous ordinary state. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and said casually: "Everything else can be left to Voldemort's people, as long as we tell him We can help attract firepower and let them blow up Azkaban. Voldemort will definitely be happy to do this, including other subsequent troubles. I don’t think he will refuse. Anyway, these are what he wants. But, we One more person needs to lead the attack on Hogwarts."

"Monata, I'll leave this matter to you, and we'll discuss the subsequent details. Rodriguez, please don't get involved in this matter-" He raised his head and said, "Third-year Hogwarts His subordinates are defeated, so he is not suitable for such a difficult task."

In this regard, Rodriguez's face was full of indifference, "I don't care, you can't believe me, and I don't think you will gain anything with this approach."

He stood up first, took out his long pipe, and curled his lips, "Be careful, Brumbney, your plan is good, but don't follow in my footsteps."

Brumbny once again showed his previous smile. He stood up again and looked at Rodriguez's face. "Thank you for your good advice. Don't worry, I will definitely set a good example for you."

Rodriguez shrugged, turned and walked out the door.

Admittedly, Brumbny's plan is indeed a good one.

But unfortunately, this plan will be known to the enemy soon...

Chapter 68 Toffee

"Ah... I was talking and talking, and before I knew it, it was already so late." Professor Dumbledore sighed softly. He turned his head, glanced at the moonlight outside the window, and then said with a smile: " Although there are still many things I want to talk to you about, whether it's Horcruxes or Voldemort. But after all, the time has come, and I think it's time for you to go back and enjoy this peaceful night."

"Anyway, welcome back. I'm glad you didn't lose to me." With that, the professor took out a box from his drawer and pushed it to Moon. "Someone gave me a big box of chocolates, but unfortunately it wasn't The flavor I like is given to you."

Moon picked up the box of beautifully packaged chocolates, looked around, and then happily accepted it, "Then I'll go back first?"

"Well, let's go back. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow. If you have time, just come over tomorrow night."

"Okay, good night, Professor."

"Good night."

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On Thursday afternoon, the morning class had just ended when Fred and George rushed to the door of the Transfiguration classroom and blocked Moon at the door.Ignoring the shocked looks of others, he hugged Munn forcefully and walked to a secluded place aside. Then he took out a handful of colorful candies from his pocket and handed them to Munn.

"Quick, Moon, give it a try. Our first product that can be produced stably - Fat Tongue Toffee!"

Moon took the toffee, looked at it carefully in his hand, then nodded, unwrapped the toffee, and dropped the candy into his mouth.

Two seconds later, he immediately felt that his tongue began to swell crazily, even to the point where he could no longer fit it in his mouth.He opened his mouth in amusement, and his tongue immediately fell out of it.

Fred and George immediately laughed heartlessly, and Moon also smiled. He turned around and shook his head at Cedric, Violet and others who were waiting for him behind him. Tongue flicking.

Those people looked at Moon with dumbfounded eyes, and then at Fred and George who were laughing non-stop next to him. For a moment, they didn't even know what to say.

However, the next moment, Fred and George suddenly corrected themselves and patted Moon on the shoulder——

"Ah, I forgot to mention it, Moon, although we have been able to ensure the stable production of Fat Tongue Toffee."

"But we didn't study how to change this thing back."

"So in about 3 minutes."

"You just—"

Moon took out his wand and tapped his chin lightly. The swollen tongue immediately disappeared without a trace. "Huh? What did you say?"

"Look, I said he must have a way." George smiled proudly and stretched out his palm towards Fred, "One Galleung, thank you."

Fred curled his lips, and although he happily took out a Galleons, it was obvious from his expression that he was not so willing, and he also slapped the Galleons hard into the palm of George's hand.

"So, we have to talk about something serious." George put the Galleons in his pocket, changed his usual playful smile, and asked seriously: "What do you think of this fat-tongued toffee? Can it be ours?" The first product?”

Fred leaned his head over and agreed with a rare seriousness: "Originally, we just told you and started selling it, but George thinks that since you are our...'investor'? That's what he said That's right, George? In short, he thinks it's best for us to formally consult with you."

George nodded, and at the same time, he did not forget to add narrowly, "But it is indeed Fred's intention to let you try it out, and this has nothing to do with me."

"Yes, that's what I meant if I didn't tell you that we can't break the curse - one person does the work and the other takes responsibility." Fred puffed up his chest, "But it was George who proposed the bet."

The two of them were joking and teasing each other, and for a moment they even forgot to leave a space for Munn to speak.It wasn't until after seven or eight more words that Cedric and the others next to him were helplessly preparing to pull the two brothers apart to prevent Moon from being completely knocked out by the noise, Fred and George finally shut up again. He looked at Moon hopefully.

"Do you two want to sell it in school?" Moon blinked.

"Of course, this is our main battlefield."

“Whether you can make your first fortune depends entirely on whether the students’ pockets are deep enough.”

"And just how much their tongues can withstand."

"According to the results of several tests we have done, there is no problem if we eat 30 to [-] yuan for several days in a row."

"Pa--" The two brothers circled Munn and high-fived each other.

"Then I think what you should consider most is not this..." Moon put the remaining Fat Tongue Toffee into his pocket and patted it. "But you should consider whether Professor McGonagall will allow it." You do this."

Upon hearing Moon's words, Fred and George's eyes suddenly widened as big as those of an ox.

"God, Moon, you can't do this!"

"Indeed, Professor McGonagall will definitely kill us..."

"Maybe we won't kill him, but tomorrow morning at the most, we will receive a howling letter from home."

"Maybe you don't know, but during this year's holiday, because Ron secretly ate one of our half-finished fat tongue toffees, my mother almost stuck us both in the soil of the garden to keep company with the gnomes."

"By the way, Ron's tongue was almost dragged to the ground in two seconds, haha~"

Moon looked at the two brothers and said helplessly: "Then you don't seem to have considered that as long as you sell this thing in school, Professor McGonagall will definitely find it. By then, you will still have to receive Wes Not only that, you will be hunted down by Professor McGonagall and Mr. Filch, and all your future products will also become prohibited items for sale and can only be sold secretly."

"But we can still enjoy it for at least two days." When Fred said this, he was serious, as if he really felt this from the bottom of his heart. "Even if it is really only two days, at least let us see the effects and reactions." .”

"If Professor McGonagall knows..." George was very pessimistic about this, "We will not be able to sell it for a day, and everything will be confiscated."

After roughly understanding the two people's thoughts, Moon smiled mysteriously and patted his pocket again, "If you two rush to Professor McGonagall rashly and tell Professor McGonagall that you have created such a If it’s a toy, it will obviously not be sold for a day, and all the prank products will be confiscated. But isn’t it about me?”

"Don't worry." He took out another fat tongue toffee, threw it to Gal, and then made a motion of flicking his tongue.Gal understood - he had already felt a little greedy just now. At this time, he quickly removed the candy wrapper, stuffed the toffee into his mouth, and then waited for the strange changes in his tongue with gleaming eyes.

"It's such a fun thing, and it has no side effects. I'm very confident that Professor McGonagall will accept you selling this thing in school."

"It's just... you may have to wait for another two days."

Fred and George looked at each other anxiously, and then decided to believe Moon.

"It doesn't matter, let's do as you say. Anyway, materials, research and development, etc. are all your money. We haven't used up the second gold galleons you gave us before."

"And we can continue researching our quick-acting truant candy."

"You know, that's a lot more fun than Fat Tongue Toffee."

As he said that, George suddenly woke up from a dream and patted Fred's arm, "Wait a minute, can't we call that thing a quick-acting truant candy anymore?"

"I'm afraid so, George." Fred looked disappointed. "Otherwise, even Moon would probably be blasted out by Professor McGonagall with a wand."

"Maybe it's because he is Moon that he was blasted out by Professor McGonagall with a wand."

"Stop—" Seeing the two people talking more and more outrageously, Moon quickly signaled them to stop, "Okay, okay, if I let you say a few more words, I will be hung up in the auditorium by Professor McGonagall. You guys." Is there anything else you two can do? If not, I have to leave quickly, I'm going to starve to death."

"It's okay, we're going to the auditorium for lunch too."

"We can just tell you about the quick effects on the way... Anyway, that's the beauty of the next product."

In this way, with Fred and George chattering, Moon pulled them back to Violet, Cedric and others, and walked downstairs together.

Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to improve Gal's tongue - otherwise, it would be great fun if he met any professor along the way.

Well, especially Sirius, he would probably collect all the Fat Tongue Toffees and then secretly give them to other professors...

…………

In fact, if we want to say which professor the young wizards at Hogwarts misunderstand the most, then Professor McGonagall, if not the first, is at least at the top.For example, some people always think that Professor McGonagall is a strict, rigid person who has nothing to do with humor, and is not at all as approachable as Professor Sprout.

This statement is of course not completely wrong, but the problem is that it is actually only part of Professor McGonagall.As for the other part of her, she is not only passionate, brave, loyal, passionate and full of emotions, but she also occasionally uses some imperceptible cold humor.

Even few people know that Professor McGonagall likes to do some needlework when she is alone. When she was young, she also galloped on the Quidditch field with enthusiasm like Angelina and others today. .

Therefore, just like the Duel Club, something like Fat Tongue Toffee, which seems to have both pros and cons, is actually not difficult to get Professor McGonagall to agree to it through formal channels, with restrictions, as long as you find the right method and approach. sell.

The most important thing is to first clarify the status of this thing and define it as a fun little prank trick rather than a tool for skipping classes-for quite a few products of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, this is Totally works.

Of course, the only pity is that the time cannot be today, because he has a lesson on the history of magic in the afternoon, and after dinner in the evening, he has to go to Professor Dumbledore.I really want to take Fat Tongue Toffee to Professor McGonagall, but it has to be this weekend.

In fact, it was just right. They were going to Hogsmeade this Saturday, and he shouldn't have anything too urgent to do on Sunday.