Dog Who Has No Resistance to "Suck Suck Suck"

After dinner, Mr. Twins came to find Muya, saying they wanted to show her something they invented.

"Isn't this just a candy?" It was the same candy they sold to Hannah and the others that day, and gave one to herself.

"Nonono, this is no ordinary candy." Fred wagged a finger in front of Muya.

"It seems our cautious little badger and her friends haven't eaten the candy we gave them yet," George said cryptically from the side.

Muya was full of questions.

"Alright, this is a prank prop we meticulously crafted. It's a candy that makes you constantly have a runny nose."

"Of course, we have others, but we didn't bring them."

Muya marveled at her habit of not casually eating things from strangers. Otherwise, she would have been sniffling the whole time while studying with Hermione.

"Then why did you call me over?"

Fred and George blinked, then spoke in unison, "We want to invite you to join our prank team."

"Interesting, I agree!" As long as she didn't have to make these things, it seemed troublesome just looking at them.

"Of course, you just need to be our mascot... Huh? You agreed?" The two suddenly reacted and then started celebrating.

Muya shook her head. Youth was good. The current little Muya sighed.

After bidding farewell to the Weasley twins, Muya walked with heavy steps towards Professor Snape's office.

Muya stood at the door, hesitating whether to knock and go in. Five minutes later, "Do you need me to open the door for you, Miss Mu?" Professor Snape's voice pierced through the door, startling Muya.

Okay, no need to knock anymore, she pushed the door open directly. "No need, Professor."

"Go and deal with those two baskets of materials over there. Call me when you're done." Professor Snape didn't look at Muya, instead diligently grading the assignments on his desk.

"Yes, Professor." Muya calmly walked towards the two baskets, and the next second her face fell. How was she supposed to deal with these sticky worms! They looked so disgusting! And those snake fangs, those would take a long time to grind!

Muya glanced at Professor Snape, who was grading assignments. His expression was as unpleasant as if he had seen someone eat those slimy slugs. It seemed someone's assignment had been graded "P". (Cedric had already explained the school's grading system to her during lunch today.)

She had wanted to ask him how to deal with the basket of slugs, but looking at his expression, she became even more hesitant. She could only silently start grinding the snake fangs.

An hour later, Muya finally finished grinding all the snake fangs. She gently tugged on Professor Snape's robe. "Uh... Professor Snape, how do I deal with this basket of slugs?" she whispered, pointing to the basket on the right.

"..." Glared at by Professor Snape, Muya instinctively let go of his robe.

Professor Snape put down his quill, stood up, and walked towards the basket. "Watch carefully, Miss Mu. You handled the snake fangs well."

Professor Snape grabbed a slug, dealt with it in a few moves, and threw it into another basket.

"Did you understand?"

Muya blinked her clear eyes, then shook her head.

Professor Snape dealt with another slug. "Now?"

Seeing that Muya was about to shake her head again, Professor Snape sat back down in his original position and said, "Miss Mu, if you don't want to be caught for night wandering and lose more points, resulting in detention, you'd better hurry up and deal with them."

Oh... She had originally thought about letting Professor Snape help her deal with some of the slugs so she could do less, but he had seen through her.

After dealing with the slugs, Muya felt like her hands were no longer her own. She could still feel the slippery texture of the slugs on her hands.

"Professor, can I wash my hands here?" The office felt small, dark, and damp, the kind of place most likely to cause rheumatism.

"Scourgify. Alright, take this and you can go." Professor Snape handed Muya a bottle of potion.

"What is this for, Professor?" Muya shook the bottle and looked around.

"To prevent cavities."

Thinking about the dishes from dinner tonight, Muya felt this item would come in handy. She thanked Professor Snape.

"Also, I need to inform you of one thing. Because of your terrible English, I have already informed your guardian." The last three words, "your guardian," were spoken with great emphasis.

What ⊙∀⊙? He's reporting me to my parents, Professor!

Professor Snape smirked and ushered Muya out the door.

"Sigh!" Muya put the potion in her pocket, then took out her wand. "Lumos!" She planned to go on a castle night tour tonight, even though it was a bit scary in the dark.

She decided to go upstairs. On the way, Muya, who had initially felt scared, encountered many wizards with the same adventurous spirit, such as Fred and George, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and a little lion she didn't recognize.

She just greeted Fred and the others and parted ways. She heard they were going to research new prank products and decided to visit them next time.

As for Hermione and the others...

"Mya Mu, why aren't you in the Hufflepuff common room? Oh, you're out for a night tour too?" Hermione quickly pulled Muya behind her.

"Actually, I saw many people on my way here, including Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws, and I just got out of detention with Professor Snape." Muya extinguished her wand and patted Hermione's back.

Muya also greeted Harry and Ron, and finally looked at the stranger. "Hello, I'm Mya Mu, from Hufflepuff."

"Hello, I... I'm Neville Longbottom, from Gryffindor like them," he said softly.

"Oh no, let's quickly find a place to hide!" Harry, who was at the front, said in a panic.

"There's a door over there," Muya pointed to a spot, and the night-touring team quickly hid inside.

"Phew~"

Just as they breathed a sigh of relief, a three-headed dog suddenly appeared before them, its mouth open, looking at them warily.

"Merlin's beard!" Ron couldn't help but exclaim, and Neville fainted on the spot.

"Lick, lick, lick!"

Hermione and the other two stared blankly at Muya, who was slowly approaching a large dog.

"Good doggy, lick, lick, lick, don't be scared." Unbelievably, the dog actually started sticking its tongue out at Muya, and each head was vying to lick Muya's hand.

"Merlin's beard, what incredible animal affinity," Hermione sighed.

"Oh, I think it might want a bath. It seems its owner hasn't had much time to manage its personal hygiene recently," Muya quipped, then tossed it a few chicken legs she had packed from dinner.

Harry and the others were stunned by Muya's actions. Mr. Filch, who had been patrolling the entrance, also left. Finally, because it was too late, everyone returned to their respective common rooms.