Draco's Exploding Hair

"As for the Teamwork Award," Harry smiled slightly, "After our unanimous decision, it is awarded to Colin Creevey's group! They did not give up in adversity, trusted each other, and ultimately turned the tide, demonstrating the true Gryffindor spirit—of course, this does not mean that the other groups were not excellent."

It wasn't that he was biased; despite Colin's younger brother Dennis's young age, the kid had a unique talent for Flame Charm.

His talent even rivals that of Seamus in explosives.

This resulted in Colin's team being somewhat overwhelmed, but their damage output was the highest, and it was concentrated on Dennis alone.

However, because he needs a lot of people to protect him, he was not awarded an individual award—because his success is inseparable from the assistance of other team members.

Look at the kind of people Gryffindor has! A bomber, an arsonist—

I see that each of you possesses unique skills!

Colin and Dennis jumped for joy; the teamwork award meant that each of the four members of their team would receive a complete set of Philosopher's Stone equipment.

Oh right, thanks to Steve's suggestion, the Philosopher's Stone series of devices now has a new name.

The phones in the Philosopher's Stone series are called Mphone; the tablets are called Mpad.

The "M" stands for "Magic".

"The rewards will be distributed to you later," Harry concluded. "Remember today's battle, and even more importantly, remember the companions you can rely on—that's more precious than any prize—dismissed!"

"Has anyone ever said he's becoming more and more like Dumbledore?" Pansy whispered to Draco below.

"Dumbledore —ha!" Draco simply repeated it without offering any comment.

In his opinion, it shouldn't be said that Harry resembles Dumbledore, but rather that Dumbledore resembles Harry!

Because in terms of the order in which they entered Hogwarts, Harry entered a full six years earlier than Dumbledore!

Moreover, Dumbledore indeed "learn" many things from Harry, such as the Order of the Phoenix.

"Are you planning to upload the video?" Hermione and Ron asked as they walked over together.

"I don't plan to upload it," Harry answered truthfully. "Some parents might not be able to accept seeing their kids deal with Inferi —not every parent is as open-minded as Neville's grandmother."

Hermione gave her a "Are you kidding me?" look.

Neville's grandmother?

enlightened?

She has absolutely no connection to those two words!

Throughout the entire Britain Wizarding World, who doesn't know that Grandma Neville is the most old-fashioned person?

However, that's not entirely wrong, since Mrs. Longbottom was never lenient when it came to educating her children.

"Let's upload it anyway," Ron said with a shrug. "You can't expect these kids to go back and brag to their parents about what they dealt with, can you? Besides, when we were dealing with the Inferi in our second year, I talked to my mom about it, and she thought it was very necessary because everything at Hogwarts is great, except the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class is just awful."

"Hermione, what do you think?" Harry asked Hermione again.

"I support Ron's point of view," Hermione said. "After all, we're not mistreating them; we're just helping them improve their Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Indeed," Ron agreed. "If you ask me, those parents should thank us."

Hermione turned her head and glanced at Ron, but didn't say anything.

"Okay, it's decided then." Harry nodded and said, "I'll upload these videos to the website when I get back."

In the afternoon, Ron received a package from the Weasley twins. "Let me see what this is!" Ron eagerly tore open the package. "I bet this is their new product—"

"I heard that these two guys have been studying under Mr. LeMay for over a month?" Hermione asked curiously, leaning over.

"Yes," Ron said, "I don't know how those two got Mr. LeMay to agree. I think they must have asked Harry for help—"

"It has nothing to do with me," Harry waved his hand and said. "You'd never guess, Mr. LeMay actually really likes them both—"

That makes sense; old people are like children, and Mr. LeMay seems to get younger with age.

That's somewhat paradoxical.

Ron opened the package, inside was a small, palm-sized metal box that looked rather innocent, its surface coated with iridescent paint that changed color with the light.

The box has only a simple knob with a few weather icons engraved around it.

"What does this sun mean?" Ron glanced at it, then looked at another pattern. "Sun and clouds? How strange—"

"It's cloudy," Hermione shook her head helplessly, snatching the metal box away. "These patterns all represent the weather. The single sun pattern means sunny, the single cloud means overcast, and the one with rain below definitely means rain—the one with the lightning bolt symbol should be a thunderstorm? Maybe—oh, the snowflake pattern definitely means it's snowing, so what does this skull mean?"

As she spoke, she pointed to the skull and showed it to everyone.

"A tornado." Harry saw the tornado pattern below the skull. "It's probably this thing. It's likely very dangerous, otherwise they wouldn't use it as a marker."

"Oh, and a note." Ron found another note in the package, which read, "My dear, silly little brother, this is the latest and greatest creation from your two older brothers—a Weasley Swoosh-Boom! Instant Mini Weather Station!"

"What happens next?" Hermione asked, leaning over.

"That's all," Ron shrugged. "Oh, and there's writing on the back—'We have complete confidence in our product, but not in yours—Do not use indoors or on anyone other than your enemies.'"

"Here are the instructions," he added.

"Is it possible that this is the positive side?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Ron smiled, but it was a somewhat awkward smile.

He would never admit that he held it upside down.

After browsing through half of the levels, he finally figured out how to play this thing: all you have to do is rotate the knob to any weather icon, and then secretly place the mini Weather Station in the target area; the box will silently adhere to the surface of the object.

After activation, it will not take effect immediately, but will have a random delay of up to one hour. Once activated, it will perfectly simulate all the sensory effects of the selected weather within a half-meter radius centered on the box.

"Look," Ron said, holding the instruction manual, "the two of them suggested I activate the sunshine mode in Professor Snape's office, so that Professor Snape can enjoy some sunshine and his hair won't be so oily—"

"Good suggestion, Weasley."

Professor Snape's sinister voice came from behind him.

Ron turned his head, trembling, and sure enough, he saw Professor Snape's face.

"Professor." He swallowed hard.

"Fifty points," Professor Snape announced smugly, glancing at the small box in Ron's hand but making no move to confiscate it. "Gryffindor will have points deducted for your actions."

"But, but I haven't done that yet!" Ron said with a mournful face.

"But you made a plan," Professor Snape said casually.

Ron took a deep breath----

Forget it, forget it, let's not argue, let's not argue.

After Professor Snape left, Hermione whispered, "Have you forgotten your constitution?"

How dare they say that in the Great Hall— "

"I don't know either," Ron said with a mournful face. "I was just reciting what Fred and George wrote in their letter; I wasn't actually planning anything—"

"People still have to believe in superstitions," Harry sighed. "Hopefully you'll learn from this."

But as the saying goes, the only lesson humanity has learned from history is that humanity never learns from history.

Ron shook his head helplessly, picked up the box, and turned the knob to the sun pattern.

Suddenly, the half-meter radius around him was bathed in sunshine, warm and pleasant, which even dispelled his earlier dejection.

Whether it was a hallucination or not, Ron felt like he could even hear birds chirping.

"That looks amazing," Harry exclaimed. "I wonder how this thing works. Maybe Fred and George really learned something incredible from Mr. LeMay?"

"It's not entirely impossible, after all—" Hermione thought for a moment, then finally said, "Only Alchemy could achieve this, right?"

"Oh, there's one more line at the end." Ron said, holding the sticky note, "Once the tornado is activated, it will create a powerful, swirling updraft strong enough to lift Parchment, Quill, ink bottles, and even books off the table into the air, spinning them wildly for a dozen seconds before scattering them everywhere. (Special Note: If you are locked up while using this mode, our company is not responsible, but we can provide a written apology service at a price to be discussed separately.)"

"Oh, that familiar writing style." Harry exclaimed in surprise, "It's clear that this is indeed the work of Fred and George."

"I think since we've already got them, we should use them," Ron chuckled mischievously. "Who do you think would be best suited to use them on? How about Malfoy?"

As he spoke, Ron looked toward the Slytherin's long table and noticed that Draco was not sitting there.

"What about Malfoy?" he asked belatedly.

Harry sighed, pointed to the Gryffindor long bench, and saw Draco sitting there, chatting with Ginny.

Ron remained silent.

After a long while, his hair stood on end in anger.

"I've made up my mind!" he said. "He needs to be taught a lesson first!"

He quietly and abruptly turned the knob from the sun pattern to the conspicuous skull and tornado logo.

"Ron!" Hermione warned in a low voice, "Are you crazy? The manual says this mode is dangerous!"

"Don't worry, it's only within half a meter. At most, it'll mess up his hairstyle a bit." Ron waved his hand dismissively, his eyes still fixed on Draco. "Give him a 'surprise' ventilation."

He crouched low, using the long table as cover, and stealthily made his way towards the Slytherin's long table.

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness and a hint of curiosity in each other's eyes.

Harry even instinctively took out his Philosopher's Stone phone and turned on the camera.

Ron successfully sneaked to a spot not far behind Draco and Ginny's seats, spotted an opening, and quickly stuck the small box under the bench to Crabbe and Goyle's left.

He knew this was Draco's usual spot, and he couldn't stay in Gryffindor forever; he would eventually have to go back to his original spot.

"All done." Ron slipped back to his spot, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement. "We'll have to wait a bit; hopefully, the delay won't be too long."

Time passed second by second.

Ron was so nervous he barely touched his favorite chicken leg. Draco and Ginny seemed to have finished their conversation; Ginny got up and left, while Draco sat back down next to Crabbe and Goyle. He picked up a glass of Pumpkin Juice and sipped it slowly, completely unaware of the danger lurking beneath him.

About twenty minutes later, just as Ron was about to lose his patience, buzz

A deep, rumbling sound, as if coming from the earth, arose.

Centered on Draco, the air beneath his feet began to visibly distort and rotate!

"What's that sound?" Draco frowned in confusion, instinctively reaching down to look.

But it was too late; a small tornado suddenly formed beneath his feet.

Before he could react, the food in front of Crabbe and Goyle was swept into the tornado.

The Potions Class paper, spread out on the table, was also caught in the crossfire, bearing a large "0" written by Professor Snape.

In no time, the paper was torn to shreds.

His meticulously styled platinum blonde hair was now blown around like a burst dandelion. His robes were being torn and flapped wildly by the wind, and his mouth was being Rictumsempra by the rushing air; he looked utterly disheveled.

Meanwhile, the students nearby frantically retreated to the side, trying to get away from the tornado—but instead of moving away as they expected, the tornado seemed to be deliberately targeting Draco, blowing fiercely right next to him.

The Great Hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening laughter.

The Gryffindor were laughing the loudest, especially Ron, who was pounding the table, clutching his stomach, and laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Do something!" Pansy suddenly stood up. "Crabbe! Goyle! Don't just eat!"

Yes, at Draco's critical moment, Crabbe and Goyle, though they had already hidden to the side, were still holding the food they had managed to salvage, eating as they watched Draco struggle, and laughing heartlessly.

"What can we do?" Crabbe asked, puzzled.

"There's nothing we can do," Goyle said. "Even the boss can't get out, what can we do?"

However, at that moment, the tornado vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.

Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds rang out, and everything that had been caught in the air fell down and landed on Draco.