Chapter 122 Fat Tongue Toffee

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 him, but when he passed a mirror, he changed his mind and turned back to the attic.

Although Fred was usually a little careless, he was not completely indifferent to his image. He didn't want to appear in the crowded Diagon Alley with this look.

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

In the attic, Kyle was studying the results of the twins' recent days.

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

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

Kyle picked up a fudge, and as soon as he got close, he smelled a faint bitterness, which was incompatible with the sweetness of the candy itself.

"Woo woo woo..."

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

He took out a notebook and wrote on it:

"This is a failed product. 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. If you don't pay attention, you can't find it at all.

It's just that their processing method was too rough. They just made a hole in the candy and stuffed the swelling potion in.

If they were more careful, maybe they could completely cover up the taste of the swelling potion.

Of course, it may be that they are too lazy to do so.

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

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

There are about a dozen pages, which can be said to be quite detailed.

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

"No need to buy so many, George." Kyle stretched out his hand and said, "The shrunken figs only play an auxiliary role, one or two are enough."

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

Kyle shrugged, "After doing homework for a week, we have to have some fun."

"Speaking of this..." George suddenly sighed and said, "I can't believe you would waste your precious holiday time on those homework.

Percy is the same. When I went back just now, he was still complaining that I disturbed him.

Oh my God, I just opened a door, he didn't do 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 do homework."

Facing the daily quarrels of the Weasley family, Kyle didn't care. He took out two shrunken 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 took out half of the potion.

Fred and George were average at brewing potions, and Mrs. Weasley didn't allow anyone to play with crucibles at home. In order to save time, they bought all these swelling potions directly from Diagon Alley, and they cost five galleons a pint.

It's better to save as much as possible.

After adding the juice of the shrunken fig, the color of the swelling potion began to slowly turn lighter, and soon it changed from the original sky blue to light blue.

Kyle nodded.

It's good that it didn't turn into other colors, which means that the nature of the potion has not changed.

He picked up the bottle and prepared to drip it on his hand to try the effect.

But George stopped him.

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

George said seriously: "What we need is to make the tongue bigger, not the hand."

After 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 touched the food." George said vaguely: "This taste is too weird, like woo... woo..."

George's cheeks began to swell slowly, and the words he spoke turned into unclear sobs.

That was his tongue.

Fred was dancing excitedly beside him, wooing non-stop, as if celebrating something.

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

"It looks like it was successful."

Kyle looked at George.

The shrinking fig did neutralize part of the swelling potion and made it much duller, and it only worked on the tongue that was most exposed to the potion.

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 "fast-acting skipping candy" will be truly completed.

Fred and George were very happy.

"You are really good, Kyle...haha, shrinking fig."

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

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

"Five Galleons." George felt a little painful, "We should have waited for you to come together."

When he thought about the fact that he had wasted five Galleons in vain, his heart began to bleed.

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 didn't spend it all."

"Being rich and wasting are two different things." Fred sighed and said, "And we only have thirty Galleons left now, and 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 scaring Mrs. Weasley to death. She thought the twins had robbed a Slytherin student at school.

Although Fred and George quickly told the origin of these Galleons, Mrs. Weasley didn't believe it.

It was not until Chris went over that the matter was explained clearly.

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

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

As they said, thirty Galleons, no more, no less, just enough.