Since the two Magical Creatures model duels were held in the Great Hall last time, this topic has become a hot topic at Hogwarts.
Whether in the corridor or the courtyard, you could hear people excitedly discussing model values or card-playing strategies.
To keep the topic trending, George and Fred arranged for Harry and Ron to play in the Great Hall a few more times.
This feeling of seeing but not being able to touch it made the interested students extremely eager to try it.
They couldn't wait for this week to end and for Hogsmeade Day to arrive so they could buy some models and cards and have a good, satisfying game.
Draco has always maintained a mature demeanor, suggesting he is not interested in this kind of game.
Every time he finished watching Harry and Ron's duel, he would give a disdainful comment, as if he were the ultimate champion in this field.
Although he said he didn't care, he never missed a game.
After today's game, George and Fred handed out flyers to their classmates, which explained the rules of the game and provided a purchasing guide.
It's a form of indirect advertising.
Draco led Goyle and Crabbe out of the Great Hall.
When they passed the kitchen, Goyle and Crabbe seemed to be under Leg-Locker Curse, unable to move their feet.
"You two good-for-nothings, get to work." Draco, of course, knew what they were thinking and rolled his eyes.
"We'll be right back!"
Goyle and Crabbe exchanged a pleased glance and expertly rushed into the kitchen.
After entering the kitchen, the two looked around furtively, and when they found no one was around, they secretly took out a flyer from their pockets.
"How so?" Goyle asked.
Crabbe squinted, glanced at the flyer, and whispered, "It says the models will be sold at Pippin's Potions in Hogsmeade tomorrow."
"Limited quantities available, you might not be able to buy any if you go too late... I want a bigger Cake."
Goyle expertly packed two Cakes from the dining table and glanced at the kitchen doorway.
"What about Draco? He doesn't seem to like this game."
"Then we'll pretend to be sick." Crabbe folded the flyer and stuffed it into the corner of the kitchen. "We'll pretend to go to the Hospital Wing, but actually sneak off to Hogsmeade. Draco will never find out."
"Then what illness should we pretend to have?"
"Your stomach hurts, how are you?"
"You're a genius, Goyle!" Crabbe exclaimed.
Goyle stretched his almost non-existent neck smugly and snorted, "I always have been."
As Draco saw Goyle and Crabbe enter the kitchen, he immediately glanced around warily, quietly pulled open his robe, pulled out a leaflet, concealed it with the robe, and quickly glanced at it.
"It'll be available for sale tomorrow..."
"The Hippogriff model is obtained through luck, so if I buy enough, wouldn't my chances of getting it increase significantly?"
"I'm a genius!" Draco thought to himself with pride.
"But Goyle and Crabbe are a problem; I need to come up with a good excuse. Maybe I should fake being sick..."
As Draco was thinking this, he suddenly heard some noises coming from the kitchen doorway. He hurriedly stuffed the flyer into the inner pocket of his robe and pretended that nothing had happened.
"Sorry, Draco," Goyle and Crabbe said with sheepish smiles.
"It's alright, I didn't wait long either," Draco replied with a humble and polite smile.
The three people, each with their own thoughts, wore fake smiles and became unusually polite in their conversation.
The next morning.
As soon as Draco woke up, he put his plan to feign illness into action, pacing around the dormitory, coughing and complaining of a headache.
Her originally pale face turned red after all the commotion.
But Goyle and Crabbe went even further, rolling around on the ground.
"Ouch, ouch, that hurts so much!"
"Me too, it hurts so much!"
Draco was completely bewildered by them and couldn't help but ask, "What's going on with you two?"
"My stomach hurts, my stomach hurts so much I feel like I'm dying!" Goyle rolled around on the ground, his legs spinning around like the hands of a clock.
Crabbe was also dumbfounded.
No, isn't this a bit too much?
Is this some kind of exaggerated claim? Could Draco possibly believe it?
Draco believed it.
"You should go to the Hospital Wing quickly; Madam Pomfrey will definitely be able to cure you," Draco advised sincerely.
This is a good thing for him.
If Goyle and Crabbe are too sick to go to Hogsmeade, then it will be much easier for him to buy the model.
Crabbe was once again dumbfounded.
You believed it just like that? It went so smoothly?
The two, who were dramatically rolling around on the ground, exchanged a glance and immediately stood up cleanly and efficiently. However, remembering that they were still faking illness, they quickly helped each other up.
"Then we're off, Draco," Goyle and Crabbe said, turning back.
"Get some rest, I'll be waiting for you to come back," Draco said earnestly.
As soon as the two of them stepped out of the dormitory, Draco's back pain and leg soreness vanished, and he could carry a bag of rice up five flights of stairs.
The plan is proceeding smoothly!
Once he figured Goyle and Crabbe had gone far away, Draco quickly grabbed a black scarf and wrapped it around his neck, covering half of his face. He then put on a black hat to cover his distinctive platinum blonde hair.
Draco admired his disguise in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent, now no one will recognize me."
Draco walked out the door, completely satisfied.
After Goyle and Crabbe helped each other out of Draco's bedroom, they immediately straightened up, each covering half their face with a huge scarf and putting on wide-brimmed hats. As they left the Slytherin Common Room, they even had the leisure to eat two small Cakes.
The two exchanged a glance, and upon seeing each other's disguises, they both grinned.
"Great, no one will recognize us like this," Goyle said with a smile.
Crabbe nodded seriously in agreement.
The three, each with their own agenda, slipped out of Hogwarts, two in front and one behind, each gloating over their perfect plan.