Pills

"It was easier than I expected. This must be considered a crushing victory in terms of equipment and tactics," Albert murmured, looking at the Slytherin students sprawled all over the bathroom floor.

He stepped over the group of unconscious scumbags, walked over to Fred and George, lifted the spell on them, and woke them from their coma.

"Looks like you handled it easily." Fred struggled to his feet, looking at Albert seemed to have just walked in from outside the bathroom, a look of surprise on his face.

They all knew Albert could handle those guys, but they didn't expect it to be so easy, as simple as eating a meal.

"Yes, I used a little trick."

"What little trick is so effective? I want to learn it too." Fred muttered, glancing around at the group of unfortunate souls. He walked over to Flint, squatted down, looked at the unconscious culprit, patted the man's cheek, and smugly mocked, "When it comes to scheming, you guys are still far behind!"

After the spell on George was lifted, he scrambled to his feet, looking disheveled. He rubbed his scalp, which was aching from Montague's pinching, and lightly punched Albert's shoulder with his fist, complaining, "If you had been any slower, my head would have been shoved into the toilet."

Albert ignored George's complaints and turned to Fred, saying, "There are two more unfortunate guys outside that I knocked out. Go and bring them in. They're right by the door. I cast Disillusionment Charm on them. Oh, and don't let anyone see them."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful and won't let anyone see it."

A moment later, Fred dragged the two unconscious men outside into the Boys' Washroom like dead dogs, completely disregarding their cheeks making intimate contact with the floor.

"Where's Lee Jordan?" George asked, frowning, not seeing his roommate.

"It should be here."

Albert opened the doors of the cubicles one by one. Inside one of the doors, he saw some irregular distortions of light. Just as the Disillusionment Charm was dispelled, Lee Jordan appeared out of thin air.

However, he had clearly been knocked unconscious by Stunning Spell.

"This guy is so unreliable, he actually let someone else sneak up on us and ambush us." Fred and George were both complaining about Lee Jordan's unreliability. If this guy were more reliable, the two of them wouldn't have been caught off guard. With the strength of the three of them, even if the other side had a much larger number of people, they might not have been able to defeat them.

After Albert's intensive combat training, the three were quite confident in their combat abilities.

Albert raised his wand and tapped Lee Jordan on the head, using Rennervate to wake his unconscious roommate.

When Lee Jordan woke up, he immediately screamed, "I was ambushed! Two shameless bastards hid and attacked me!"

"Yeah, you got ambushed!" Fred reached out and pulled Lee Jordan aside, complaining irritably, "We got ambushed too."

"You've been ambushed. It seems Albert has successfully taken everyone down. But are you sure no one else is hiding, planning to ambush us when we're not looking?" Lee Jordan disgustedly took his wand from the toilet, wiped the water off it with toilet paper, and then looked around warily, afraid that someone else might suddenly appear and ambush them.

"Don't worry, I already checked how many people were in the lavatory when I came in." Albert handed Fred's Marauder's Map from his pocket and said to himself, "There are nine Slytherin, plus the three of you, making a total of twelve."

"Nine? Looks like we don't have enough toilets!" George said suddenly, looking at the unconscious Montague with ill intent. "Perhaps we should leave a toilet stall for this Mr. Montague."

"No, the toilet is enough." Albert began using Mending Charm to erase the signs of battle in the bathroom.

"What are you going to do with them?" Lee Jordan asked. "Shove them down the toilet?"

"That's a good idea." George had already grabbed Montague's hair, ready to shove his head into the toilet.

"I have a better idea."

Albert put away his wand, took out his Transfiguration Lizard Skin from his pocket, and handed a crystal bottle to George from the leather bag.

"What is this?" George took the crystal bottle with a puzzled look, glanced at the label on the bottle, and whispered, "Powerful... laxative!"

"Yes, Strong Laxative. I made it using the Ba Shu Bean you bought. I haven't had anyone test it yet, but it'll come in handy today." Albert waved his wand, and a roll of toilet paper from the cubicle Accio towards him, transforming into a spoon in mid-air. As he handed the spoon to Fred, he reminded him, "Half a spoonful is enough for each of you."

"Isn't half a spoonful too little?" Fred examined the Strong Laxative in the crystal bottle, estimating that the amount was enough for everyone present.

"Yeah, half a spoonful each is way too stingy," Lee Jordan chimed in. They all disliked the Slytherin students and wished them misfortune.

"This thing can't be used indiscriminately, or people will die."

"A dead person? We've never heard of someone dying from diarrhea." All three of them gave me a look that said, "You're not very educated, don't try to fool me."

"I reckon half a spoonful would be enough to exhaust them." Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes. He knew exactly what the three guys were planning and was too lazy to correct them, but he still warned, "Absolutely no more than a spoonful."

The three looked at each other and couldn't help but smile, which meant they would give each other a spoonful.

"However, there aren't enough toilets here." Lee Jordan and Fred helped Flint onto the toilet, making him look like he was squatting on it.

"Later, after I alter their memories, you pick a annoying guy, give him a mouthful, and then make him sit on the toilet."

Albert began to alter Flint's memories according to plan. Although he hadn't written a novel in a long time, it was still his old profession in his previous life, so it was still easy for him to create a self-consistent story.

"Oh, and remember to take their pants off too. They're here to relieve themselves." Albert said irritably after seeing the disgust on the three men's faces. "Who ever sees someone go to the toilet without taking their pants off?"

"This job is yours," Fred said, patting George on the shoulder.

"Perfect timing, you can take this opportunity to get revenge on them." Lee Jordan also quickly walked out of the cubicle.

"Use magic," Albert advised.

A moment later, George's teasing voice came from the cubicle, "I bet this guy hasn't washed his underwear in a week."

"What about the others?" Fred asked, frowning. He didn't want Albert to let them off the hook.

"Give this to them later." Albert then pulled out a strange bottle and handed it to Fred.

"What's this?" Fred opened the bottle and found some very small pills inside.

"It's also a laxative, just not as Strong Laxative, and the effect is delayed. I call it Cleansing Pill," Albert explained casually. "We can't let a bunch of people have diarrhea at the same time, that would be too suspicious. As for when the effect will take hold, I'm not sure either. They can only hope for the best, since this thing is still in the experimental stage."

"Hopefully they won't get diarrhea on the way."

The group laughed gleefully, imagining these guys suddenly clutching their stomachs and running to the toilet to grab a toilet seat on the way—it was just too idyllic.

"Oh, and remember to take all the toilet paper with you," Albert reminded him after processing Montague's memories.

The expressions on the three people's faces became even more interesting.

Yes!

Nothing is more heartbreaking than going to the toilet and finding out you've run out of toilet paper.