Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans were a magical kind of candy. Even without chewing, they melted the moment they entered the mouth, guaranteeing that whoever ate them would feel the creator's malice.
At their core, they were prank props, because eating Every Flavor Beans with good friends was what made them fun.
No one knew what flavor the next bean in their hand would be. It might be milk, or it might be cow dung, but seeing a friend vomit all over the place after getting a disgusting flavor was the happiest thing of all.
It was a little like a children's dare contest.
"You've got guts, take one."
"I will if you will."
That way, both of them would end up vomiting, but their friendship would deepen through this disgusting game. After all, one's own suffering brought the other joy. It was a variation of the spirit of sacrifice.
But that was under normal circumstances. Hermione was no ordinary little girl, and she had developed her own theory for eating Sugar Beans.
With the Every Flavor Beans Su Ming had bought for her before, she had somehow picked out all the tasty flavors and eaten them, then returned the disgusting ones along with the candy box to the professor.
Over time, quite a stockpile accumulated in Deathstroke's pouch, and every one of those beans was more disgusting than the last.
Come to think of it, it seemed no children had ever come to Su Ming's door for candy on Halloween. That was why these beans had never been given away. Was it really because building The Villa deep in Maine's mountains and forests had been too remote?
"Want to try one?" Su Ming asked Magik, looking into her beautiful big eyes.
"No!" Illyana immediately shook her head. She was