A dungbomb is a magical stink bomb that emits a rotting odor, invented in the 1880s.
It is a prank item deeply loved by the Weasley Twins.
They once placed a dungbomb under their Great Aunt Muriel’s chair.
As a result, she was so furious that she never visited their home again.
Even when writing her will, she specifically stated that she would not leave them anything.
Even so, the Weasley Twins still loved dungbombs deeply.
They would even pitch them whenever they found an opportunity.
“If I remember correctly, this is a contraband item, right?” Neville swallowed hard.
“Headmaster Dumbledore emphasized…”
George and Fred curled their lips simultaneously and said nonchalantly, “Dumbledore keeps emphasizing that dungbombs are contraband items simply because of Filch’s demand.”
“Even if you don’t plan to play a prank, you can buy one for self-defense.” Fred opened the bag wide and showed off his little darlings.
“In case someone bullies you, you just throw one onto his head.”
George immediately picked up where he left off, “If he happens not to know Scourgify, then it’ll be really fun.
The smell will cling to him constantly, and even drill into his nostrils while he sleeps.”
“So do you want one?”
“Purchase now, and we’ll throw in the spell to detonate the dungbomb.
Guaranteed to work!” After George finished speaking, Fred immediately followed his rhythm.
Then the two of them turned their heads at the same time and spoke together, “Aren’t they beautiful?!”
Neville hurriedly shook his head.
He hadn’t even learned Scourgify himself, so he wouldn’t dare touch this thing.
“How much for one?”
Julian, on the other hand, asked about the price with great interest.
He was genuinely a bit interested in this thing.
During Potions Class, weren’t those two little mice beside Nott badmouthing him behind his back?
He was a man who returned every grievance with vengeance, and even if he hadn’t heard it, he would still retaliate.
And they would ask for a higher price.
Since they dared to talk foul, he would get them something even fouler.
Adding a little extra when returning tit for tat could be considered his exclusive complimentary gift.
Coincidentally, the two of them seemed to be roommates, which made it convenient for him to take action.
Fred and George exchanged a glance and raised their eyebrows at each other.
According to their experience, a customer asking for the price was a very good sign.
“Four silver sickles.
But there’s a discount now, three silver sickles each for you.”
This price was actually a bit more expensive than outside, but at Hogwarts, it was considered a conscience price.
No matter what, it was contraband, and after buying it, they still had the cost of hiding it, so it wasn’t ripping people off.
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“Deal, thanks for your patronage!”
After teaching Julian the spell to detonate the dungbomb, the Weasley Twins bid farewell and left.
Walking on the road, Fred glanced back and asked softly, “Did we sell them too expensively?”
“Not at all.
We sell at this price to everyone else too.”
“But what if he really is uncle’s child?
Then he would be our cousin.”
George was momentarily speechless.
“We’ll talk about that when the time comes.”
The two of them immediately started scheming again: what kind of prank items should they buy?
Or save it up?
They had always wanted to start a magical trick workshop and had been saving money for it, which was also the reason why they pitched dungbombs.
The news that Snape awarded points to Hermione in Potions Class spread quickly.
Just like the previous incident where Nott apologized to Neville, these students didn’t care about the truth of the matter and insisted on elevating the issue to the level of the entire house.
Students from Gryffindor and Slytherin were all discussing this animatedly.
The difference was that Gryffindor students were all looking for Hermione, regarding her as a warrior who could win points for Gryffindor from Snape’s hands.
Meanwhile, Slytherin students were indignant about the matter.
“It’s ridiculous, there is definitely something wrong!”
“It must be that guy Julian who slipped a love potion to Professor Snape!
Otherwise, why would he add points to Gryffindor?”
“Isn’t this too abnormal?”
Noah Bulstrode and Oliver Baker in the lounge cursed Julian fiercely as a traitor helping the enemy.
These two people were the ones who gave nicknames to Julian and Hermione during Potions Class.
While they were talking, they kept staring at the door of the lounge.
Whenever someone came in, they would suddenly quiet down, and only after seeing that the person coming in wasn’t Julian would they continue speaking.
After having a simple dinner in the Great Hall, Julian returned to the lounge.
The two people who were chirping and high-spirited just moments before instantly became like chickens choked by the neck, unable to make a sound, and even guiltily turned their heads away.
“Heh, I was just looking for the two of you.” Julian smiled inwardly.
Julian lifted his footsteps, walked up to them, and asked, “Do either of you two know Scourgify?”
Those two thought he had learned some new spell and came over to show off to them, instantly growing furious.
Noah Bulstrode from the pure-blood family snorted coldly and said in an extremely arrogant tone,
“My family has a House-elf, minor matters like this don’t require me to act at all.”
Another half-blood Oliver was not to be outdone: “My family also has servants.”
The two seemed to find some sense of superiority from this matter and taunted smugly,
You still can’t get rid of that poor, sour smell on you.”
Oliver fanned his palm in front of his nose, looking at the old clothes on Julian: “Mr.
Prewett, you’d better stay away from us.
The poor, sour stench on you is choking me.”
Julian nodded.
After saying such a long piece of nonsense, Julian could tell that neither of these two knew Scourgify.
That made things easy.
“Gentlemen.” Julian smiled at them.
“Wish you a good dream tonight.”
Hearing Julian say such words, after a brief moment of bewilderment, the two of them both thought this fellow was afraid of them.
Thus, they began an intracranial climax.
“He’s not as powerful as the rumors say.”
“Exactly, exactly, next time we must teach him a lesson!”
“That’s right, make him kneel down and beg us!”
Just as the two of them were getting more and more heated in their talk, the door to the lounge suddenly opened.
Malfoy swaggered in with his two underlings.
Noah and Oliver shut their mouths like a reflex.
It took a long while before they realized that Julian had already passed by.
People concerned with the matter were already gone; what was there to fear!
So the two of them started their spiritual victory method again and talked to themselves.
After returning to his dormitory, Julian did not rush to sleep.
Instead, he continued browsing that book, The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3.
After all, he still had activities later.
[Spell Inspiration: Proficiency + 1]
After reading for a good while, Julian estimated that the time was about right.
So he got up, left his dormitory, and walked all the way to the door of Noah and Oliver’s dormitory.
Julian first tried pushing the door, and sure enough, it was locked.
These two people were quite cautious.
But unfortunately, Julian had long since learned Alohomora.
“Alohomora.”
The door opened.
Looking at the two sleeping peacefully, Julian showed a cruel smile in the dark.
Dungbombs could not be touched by hand, otherwise it would dirty one’s hands.
So Julian used his wand to make them levitate.
“Special delivery for my dear friends!”