HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 187 The Gemini's Consensus

On cold evenings, the warm, soft chairs in the common room, heated by the fireplace, are especially inviting. Everyone enjoys sitting with friends, chatting and laughing, and few can resist the temptation.

Fred glanced at Lyra, who was curled up in a chair whispering with Angelina and Aria. Even though he couldn't hear their conversation clearly, he was sure the girls were talking about Lyra's new romance!

Fred glanced at his brother, who had his hands in his pockets, and without a word, George and Fred left the common room side by side.

Soon after, the red-haired twins squatted on a table in the empty classroom, staring intently at a window seat in the front row, a seat that Cedric Diggory would recognize as his usual favorite in History of Magic class if he were present.

Fred was carefully measuring the ground with a tape measure, but the usual glee on his face was gone.

George glanced at his twin brother, then took a black, spherical object from the toolbox. The palm-sized object seemed to be made of a soft material; when gently squeezed, one could feel a slight sloshing sound within it.

"Are you sure you want to use this?" George asked. "It's still an immature product—"

"I'm sure!" Fred said without turning his head, his answer exceptionally decisive.

“You know, with Lyra’s personality…” George earnestly advised his brother, knowing Fred understood this as well. “If we make our intentions clear now and strongly oppose her dating other boys, Lyra will absolutely not…”

Fred stopped what he was doing and turned to look at George.

“If you want to get what you want, you have to take it one step at a time. Only the strategy of boiling a frog slowly will work—” George stared at the red-haired, freckled face opposite him that looked exactly like his own.

“I know,” Fred said, looking directly at his soulmate twins, “that’s why I was just venting my anger with this mud trap.”

"Oh—" George instantly understood what Fred meant. He was relieved to find that his brother hadn't been blinded by jealousy.

Almost immediately, George started coming up with some bad ideas.

"I think mud isn't enough for this trap, or maybe we should bury some dung balls in it?"

This mud trap is a new product that Fred and George have recently developed on their own, and Lyra is unaware of it.

The two named the product "Portable Swamp." Although it is not yet mature, it can theoretically create a small mud swamp anytime, anywhere if installed correctly.

When someone steps on it without warning, they will sink into the mud, and unless someone pulls them out, the more they struggle, the deeper they will sink.

If you bury large droppings in the mud, the smell... will definitely embarrass the person who has fallen into the trap in public, and it will be unbearably foul.

“That makes sense,” Fred not only agreed, but also offered a new idea, “I think besides dung bombs, popping bombs are also a good choice—”

Once the stinky dung ball is exploded by the exploding egg, not only will the person trapped be unable to escape, but even their relatives and friends who are trying to rescue them will be wiped out. This series of operations can be described as ruthless and all-encompassing.

"You're absolutely right, the dung ball and the exploding ball are a match made in heaven!"

Fred and George nodded seriously, their attitude as solemn as if they were discussing the next Minister of Magic.

The thought that the first lesson for Hufflepuff sixth-year students tomorrow morning would be History of Magic brought a shared expression of anticipation to their identical freckled faces.