"Fred, George, what are you doing here?" Albert asked, feigning surprise as he looked at his roommates, bent over with their backsides in the air as they mopped the floor.
"Mopping," Fred said dryly.
"Since when did you two become so hardworking?" Lee Jordan watched the twins with an expression of undisguised schadenfreude. U-No-Poo was not easy to clean up, especially since Filch had refused to give them any cleaning supplies. A mop and rags alone could never get it properly clean.
"This is what happens when you throw U-No-Poo around the corridors," Filch told the people who had stopped to watch. "Don't think you can get away with mischief after you've done it."
"Don't worry, I'll ask for leave from Defence Against the Dark Arts for you," Albert said, reaching out to pat the twins on the shoulders in consolation.
"Why do I feel like you're enjoying this a little too much?"
"Am I?" Albert turned to Lee Jordan. "No, right? Who told them to throw U-No-Poo around the corridor and get caught by Filch?"
"I thought they'd sneak it into the corridor," Lee Jordan said, equally puzzled. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?
Albert naturally knew the reason. If Filch had not been there, he would not have minded using the Scouring Charm to save them some trouble. Unfortunately, Filch was watching from nearby, so he could not exactly do that.
It took Fred and George several hours to completely remove the traces of U-No-Poo left in the corridors and office.
As a result, they even missed lunch.
With aching backs and sore waists, the pair could only get themselves some sandwiches from the kitchen. They were now sitting beneath a tree, eating.
"Where is it? What did you take? Don't tell me you got nothing," George said,