"There was a gradual process to it." Wizet lightly shook his wand over the cauldron. "At first, the tasks were relatively simple, like handling Dragon Liver and the like."
"Handling... handling Dragon Liver?" Colin Creevey blinked, forgetting to set down the frog in his hand. "When did that start? Could it have been when you enrolled...?"
While Snape was out of his office, Colin Creevey and Dennis Creevey processed the last few frogs as they chatted with Wizet.
Colin Creevey and Dennis Creevey grew increasingly deft with their hands, and their voices became more and more excited.
Just as the two finally finished processing every frog in the bucket and tossed the last bit of brain matter inside, about to leap up in celebration, Wizet shushed them.
Wizet tilted his head toward the door and lowered his voice. "Professor Snape is coming back. We'd better keep quiet."
Colin Creevey and Dennis Creevey naturally trusted Wizet completely, and immediately fell silent.
The next moment, footsteps sounded outside the door.
Colin Creevey and Dennis Creevey instinctively held their breath, staring anxiously at the doorway.
The first person to appear in the doorway was, naturally, Snape in his black robes.
However, Snape had not returned alone. Fred and George were following behind him.
Fred and George floated in midair, as though some invisible force had seized them by the collars and dragged them inside.
Despite their awkward predicament, they were still energetically arguing their case, gesturing with both hands in the air.
Fred spread his hands as though pitching a product. "Professor Snape, you have to believe us... we were only conducting some magical research..."
George picked up where he left off, swaying in the air. "That's right! And conducting a little business follow-up along the way... You have to understand, we're professionals—honest