Chapter 269 Research on the Cabin

"I didn't expect that Professor Lupine made the Marauder's Map when he was a student." On the way back, Fred was still amazed.

George pushed open the door of the hut and looked at the merchandise on the shelves in some silence.

Stinky eggs, fat tongue taffy, retractable ears, teacups that bite people's noses...

"Fred, do you know what I'm thinking?"

Fred smiled slightly, "Of course, compared to Professor Lupin's inventions, or the wall clock at home and Dad's flying car, the gadgets we made seem almost meaningless."

"Yes, we should do something special to surprise everyone." George looked serious.

Fred put his hand on his shoulder, "so that mom can support us inventing things after seeing it."

"Anton, do you have any ideas?"

Anton let go of the notepad in his hand, let it float behind him, and thought for a while, "Professor Dumbledore is very troubled by a Death Eater being mixed into the school now. In addition to using the Marauder's Map to monitor possible names, there are actually more There are other ways to find him."

He waved his fingers, causing the notepads behind him to fly to his laboratory table, "That Death Eater has a shoulder injury. Even if you can't see it with Polyjuice Potion, the wound on his shoulder still exists. Maybe you can try to make it A tool for examining wounds."

George's eyes lit up, "This seems to be challenging!"

Fred laughed, "But nothing can stop us!"

Saying that, the two brothers raised their hands and clapped hands.

So, next, Anton sat on his laboratory table to sort out the items to be studied next, and the twin brothers discussed in their own room.

"Hey, Anton." George suddenly walked in excitedly, "You know, we're breeding velvet."

"?" Anton looked at him suspiciously.

Fred stood next to George, "The Puffyback is a scavenger that eats everything from spiders to leftovers, but its favorite thing is to use its long tongue to eat the dry noses of wizards while they sleep. Shit. If we're bred to detect wounds, you know, it's not that hard."

At this moment, Hannah and Neville also returned to the hut, listening to Fred's words in a daze.

"Is it easy to cultivate a cattail to detect wounds?" Neville's eyes widened.

Hannah didn't know why her face turned red, "There is a kind of pest called Bidi Edidodo. They like the smell of blood, and they like to lie on cattle, sheep or horses to suck their wounds. Everyone hates this kind of animal because they will Drill girls' skirts on special occasions."

Neville was still dazed.

"We're not very good at hybrid breeding." George shrugged. "We still tend to use potions to change their traits, and then find suitable varieties to continue changing by breeding their next generation."

Fred nodded, "Puffles breed very well, and this kind of furball will be a big litter for a lifetime."

"Wait!" Anton suddenly called out, looking at George eagerly, "You just said that potions can change the traits of creatures?"

George nodded, "Don't you remember, we used potions to practice Animagus at that time. Strictly speaking, Animagus is a high-end transformation technique, but in fact we mainly master This way of magic is the potion."

Fred added, "The same is true for Tongue Taffy. We used potions to produce an effect similar to Transfiguration."

This is simply a word that awakens the dreamer!

Anton felt that everything was connected.

Professor McGonagall said that the werewolf-turned-wizard had traces of Animagus magic.

George said that when they were learning Animagus, they used potions, not transfiguration.

Another point is that Hannah released the 'pulp separation' magic on the potion material, the mandrake, and separated a ball of black thread that looked like the black thread of the soul.

Also, when Anton turned the female werewolf into a witch, he used the imitation of the death cry of the mandrake.

"You talk first!"

Anton hurriedly said to them that the eclipse vines on the ground split an opening leading directly to the underground secret room.

In the blink of an eye, Anton fell and disappeared in front of several people.

Then, the notepad on the test bench danced and flew up, and got into the opening. The vines swam and closed, and the opening disappeared after a while.

"No matter how I look at it, I still think the Elephant Elephant Vine is very useful." George sighed in admiration.

Fred sighed, "But we don't seem to have much talent for growing elephant vines."

"I can help you raise one." Hannah looked excited, "Oh, this feeling of being useful is really great, the talent magic of the 'Flower Fairy' elf is best at doing this kind of thing. "

"That's amazing~" Neville looked at her in amazement.

"It's amazing~" The twins also looked at her in amazement.

So Hannah smiled a little embarrassedly.

"I also have some ideas." Neville scratched his head, a little uncertain, "Anton said that if we graduate in the future, war chess can become the main product of our cottage, providing financial support for our future research and life. "

Seeing everyone nodding, he thought for a while, "If the elephant vine we cultivated can grow a small house by itself, wouldn't it be very suitable for wizard families with ordinary conditions?"

"Great idea!" Hannah's eyes turned into star shapes, and Xizi held her heart together. "When I was young, I thought how great it would be if I had my own tree house. Maybe we could make the house grow on trees."

George glanced at Fred, the two were really touched, "This is really interesting, but it may be necessary to cultivate a new kind of eclipse vine. One day we are thinking, if the eclipse vine is out of control ..."

Fred spread his hands, "Even if magic is used maliciously by other wizards, it may not be a house, but a juicer, when the whole family is asleep!"

"..." Neville's face turned pale, and he stared at the surroundings, "I...I used to feel very safe in the hut! When you say that, I suddenly feel creepy and chilly, as if standing on the ground. In the mouth of a demon, ready to be chewed up."

"Very likely!" George patted his left shoulder seriously.

"Very dangerous!" Fred patted his right shoulder seriously.

This round-headed kid broke into a cold sweat with fright.

George secretly winked at Fred, and took out a soft object. Unexpectedly, Fred also took out it, hehe, the two snickered, and disturbed Neville's neck with the object.

"Ahh~~~" Neville yelled in horror and rushed out.

Soon, he ran back again, clenched his hands, "No, Anton said, I am the only soldier in the hut, I want to protect you, I can't run!"

Seeing his tense and determined appearance, everyone laughed.

"Maybe you can improve it with me." Hannah looked at Neville with a smile. "Your talent for herbal medicine is also very good. Professor Sprout has praised you many times. Although the professor is very good to everyone, But she takes special care of us Hufflepuffs, and it's not easy for her to keep praising a student from another house."

"Really?" Neville looked at her smiling face, somehow filled with courage.

"Yeah." Hannah smiled and nodded vigorously.

Neville also nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"