Chicken Soup is Here

It seemed that at some point, the students of Hogwarts had begun to experience a decline in their physical condition, with students frequently experiencing dizziness, vomiting, and nosebleeds in class.

"I feel obliged to remind you that the professors won't refrain from testing you on material just because you skipped class due to illness."

After class, Hermione looked disapprovingly at Ron and Harry, who had used Skiving Snackboxes to avoid Transfiguration.

"What does it matter? Transfiguration class is basically the same thing every lesson anyway."

Ron stood with his hands on his hips, self-righteously.

"Hermione, we've been working ourselves to the bone lately, let us have a break, just this once."

Harry was much more sincere. Between Nicolas Flamel and Quidditch practice, he had to squeeze in homework whenever he could, and he really couldn't take it anymore.

Sold out by his teammate, Ron, left alone to face Hermione's death stare, had to bite the bullet and say:

"Okay, but I didn't have any money to buy a new one anyway, apart from this sample."

"Aren't they your brothers? You have to pay for this stuff?"

Hermione clearly knew who was behind these Skiving Snackboxes.

"That's because it's not their own business!"

Ron's face flushed red:

"It's a shop they opened in partnership with Adam. Adam bought eighty percent of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes' shares for two thousand Galleons, otherwise..."

Otherwise what? Ron didn't continue.

"I remember them saying last time that they were planning to partner with Adam for their business."

Hermione's expression was somewhat subtle:

"So... they found themselves a boss?"

They gave away eighty percent of the shares, did the twins directly become wage earners?

Ron shrugged, he didn't really understand it either.

"In fact, we prefer to call it risk transfer!"

"Adam is responsible for all the funding, venue, packaging, and promotion, etc. We just do what we're best at, and we retain the management rights. What's the problem?"

Fred and George happened to be passing by with a freshly made product, explaining to the group.

Hermione turned to them with some curiosity:

"How do you ensure that the management rights won't be taken away? Of course, I don't mean to doubt Adam, I'm just curious."

"Adam is someone who truly understands our great cause, he wouldn't do that."

"But Adam said that to avoid some unnecessary trouble, he signed a magical contract with us. Beautiful lady—would you like a candy?"

Hermione suddenly understood. In the magical world, magical contracts were much more effective than laws. She then looked at the candy in Fred's hand and politely declined:

"No, thanks. I don't like candy."

"Oh, what a pity."

Fred stuffed it into his own mouth.

After waiting for a few seconds, Ron looked at him questioningly:

"What's the effect of that candy?"

"In fact, it's just a candy. If you really want to say something special about it—"

Fred and George exchanged glances:

"It's durian flavored."

"Durian?"

Harry had never heard of this flavor.

"A fruit with a unique taste, some people love it but some can't accept it, so Adam made it into a candy that only the person eating it can experience, but it's still unclear whether everyone can accept it, so we're test-selling it here first."

George explained to Harry, taking out a piece from the box in his arms and handing it to him:

"Want to try it? Free sample~"

Hearing "free," even though Harry wasn't short of money, he couldn't help but be a little tempted.

Anyway, it was something Adam made, how strange could it be?

So Harry unsuspectingly opened the wrapper and threw the candy inside into his mouth.

The next moment, Harry's whole face scrunched up.

"Oh... so... so sour... slurp—"

Harry opened his mouth, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth, but he had no mind to wipe it away—it was too sour!!!

"Huh?"

George was taken aback, carefully looking at the wrapper in Harry's hand. Although it was yellow, it seemed to be a lighter color than the Durian Candy packaging.

"Ah! I think I accidentally grabbed the Acid Pops..."

George was a little embarrassed; this time he was promoting Adam's products and really didn't intend to prank anyone!

"Explosion?"

Hermione and Ron were stunned, but Fred and George had already dodged away.

"Bang—"

A cloud of smoke rose, and Hermione and Ron waved their hands to fan it away amidst a fit of coughing. Then they saw Harry sporting an afro of exploded hair.

"Pfft—cough cough... Pfft—cough..."

Hermione tried several times to hold it in but couldn't. She hurriedly slung her bag over her shoulder and stood up:

"I'm going to do my homework... Pfft—you guys, cough, have a good chat..."

Watching Hermione leave, Harry fixed a resentful gaze on George.

"Ahem! I really didn't mean to! Um... how about I have my brother apologize to you?"

Ron, who was laughing, said "???"

George put down the box in his hand, took out another Acid Pop, and stuffed it into Ron's mouth without explanation.

"Ugh—?!!!"

He pushed Ron, who had shrunk into a ball from the sourness, towards Harry, and then George and Fred slipped away together:

"If you enjoyed it, remember to visit Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes next time~"

"Bang—"

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes' business quietly spread throughout Hogwarts. There was no way around it; after all, the things they sold obviously couldn't be displayed as openly as Adam's shop, which even professors could patronize.

Although the business was run discreetly, the twins' Skiving Snackboxes quickly became popular throughout Hogwarts and received rave reviews, thanks to the quality of their products and the close connections between all the mischievous students.

"We shouldn't have sold it to those Slytherin jerks. Last time, that Marcus tried to sneak Filch in to catch us!"

Fred couldn't help but complain at a new product tasting event held by Adam.

That idiot didn't even think; if they didn't have some skills, how could they have gotten away with it until today without being caught in the act by the professors? It was impossible for the professors not to have noticed the students' anomalies, and not everyone who bought Skiving Snackboxes was tight-lipped enough.

"In that case, how about you change the Skiving Snackboxes you sell him next time to ones that cause diarrhea?"

Bernard suggested, stroking his chin, "But I don't know if that's feasible..."

"That's a great idea!"

Fred and George exchanged glances, and they saw familiar excitement in each other's eyes:

"We'll try it when we get back!"

Uther silently moved his chair further away from the three of them.

"Chicken soup is here~"

Just then, Adam walked over, followed by a large pot.

"Wow! Smells so good! The new product is chicken soup, what's so special—"

Klon couldn't help but stand up to take a look, and immediately froze.

In the pot, the light blue soup rippled in layers, and even the chicken skin, which should have been yellow, had a green tint that didn't look like something edible.

"Thump—"

When the pot landed on the round table in the middle, it seemed to land heavily on everyone's hearts as well.

"Try it quickly, this is old hen soup!"

After Adam finished speaking, everyone at the table remained silent for a long time. In the end, Eugene took the lead in picking up chopsticks and reaching into the pot.

"What is this?!"

Eugene's pupils shrank violently, and he quickly threw what he had just picked up back into the pot.

"Mandrakes."

Adam said it as a matter of course.