"You two didn't go to watch the game live?" Charlie was surprised. He slurred as he ate the apple that Fred passed to him.
Fred and George looked at each other and whispered, "Last night, a group of Gryffindor tried to hide in the Quidditch stadium so that they didn't have to get up early to occupy the seats... Then, this group of poor people met the Felcs who went out for a walk."
"And you two happened to be among this group of poor people?" Charlie had already guessed what had happened.
"Actually, we were just passing by." Fred shrugged. "But the Felcs don't think so." George looked a little helpless. "This is completely undeserved. We were punished not to watch Quidditch. During the game, we had to stay in the prize showroom and clean the trophies..."
Charlie shook the apple core in his hand. "To be honest, I don't think you guys will accept the punishment so obediently."
The three of them looked at each other and smiled. "Then you're right. We were punished to go to the clock tower and watch the whole game with an owl telescope. As for cleaning the prize showroom, we pooled our money and hired a professional team."
"What professional team?" Charlie frowned. Why didn't he find a professional team when he was punished?
"House Elf Housekeeping Service Company." Fred took out a flyer and passed it to Charlie. George pointed at a few lines of small words on the back of the flyer. "Troublemaking little wizards, are you still worried about the endless slugs and the showroom that can't be cleaned?
Are you still worried that you can't sleep in the middle of the night because you're hungry and afraid that you'll be caught for your night walk?
Don't have the courage to hand out the love letter in your hand?
Don't want to go back to get your homework because you left it in the dorm? "
"House Elf Housekeeping Service Company is dedicated to serving you and solving all your problems so that you can have a happy and wonderful campus life. We also provide additional pranks and cleaning services. Experienced House Elves can also be your temporary fashion stylist."
"The price is low and the service is good. To be honest, the house-elf business is doing well." Fred flicked the flyer. "It's much better than the hourly worker my mother hired to clean up the shack after a rainstorm."
"You mean the red-hat uncle who looks very weak?"
George chuckled. "He was so scared by the ghouls in the attic that he fell into Jenny's pram and couldn't get up for a long time!"
Charlie's gaze focused on the flyer's sentence, 'I don't have the courage to hand over the love letter in my hand.' He did write a love letter, but he didn't hand it over because he wasn't sure if he should do so.
'Girls are different from fire dragons. 'Weasley's eldest brother, Bill's teachings echoed in Charlie's ears.' You have to be extremely careful when interacting with them. It's not as easy as losing an arm or a leg. '
"This … uh, housekeeping company, how do I contact them?"
"Just find an owl. It's simple and convenient." George patted Charlie on the shoulder. "Do you want to try their new 'American Pickled Fish Burger?'"
"Maybe. Ahem, you can leave now." Charlie impatiently drove them away. "Don't disturb my rest. Take this urinal with you when you leave. I'm not that desperate yet."
The twins left a pile of dung for Charlie and then left the school hospital. By the way, the pink 'Molly's Special Urinal' was placed under Charlie's bed. It was very conspicuous.
The afternoon soon arrived. Hufflepuff's lounge was bustling with noise and excitement. The warm yellow color scheme made the whole lounge look warm. Wizards were sitting on the furniture far away, gossiping, playing wizard chess, and playing mahjong with Anna. "Two Circles!" Shirley took a sip of hot tea.
"Bar, three bars," said Cedric, gracefully tossing out a mahjong tile. What a handsome man does is graceful and dashing. He was surrounded by several ladies who were watching, and they all cheered.
Cedric embarrassedly scratched his head and his ears turned red.
"Humph, I won!"
Nymphadora put down the card, picked up the hot chocolate, and craned her neck to look around. "Aha, I knew you had this!" She pointed at Cedric's "Jack of All Trades" card. "Fortunately, I gave up on winning this one."
Cedric's face turned even redder.
But Cedric's embarrassment did not last long. Everyone's attention was attracted by a weak voice. "Miss Shirley, are you Miss Shirley Mason?"
A house elf wearing a pink pillowcase appeared in front of a hanging picture. She looked a little reserved, and the wild chrysanthemum on her head made her look a little funny. "Miss Shirley?"
"Uh!
Yes! "
Shirley was shocked. She rarely saw a house elf, especially one wearing a pink pillowcase. She quickly stood up and said, "I, I am!"
"Hello, Miss Shirley. A gentleman has purchased our 'Love Is Too Hard to Express' deluxe … deluxe confession project." The house-elf took out a small note and secretly glanced at it. "Uh, we'll express his love for you on his behalf. That's right, that's it!"
Nymphadora laughed and spat out the hot chocolate that she had just drunk in Cedric's face. She apologized and took out a towel to wipe Cedric's face. "Oh my god!
Shirley!
Although I don't know who came up with such a novel way of confessing, I have to say, this is really interesting! "
The gossipy little badgers gathered around. "Someone confessed to Shirley?" "The house elf confessed to Shirley?" "The house elf confessed to Shirley?"
Shirley's mind went blank for a moment. "Is it really me?" She looked at the house elf and confirmed again. "How could it be me?"
She had always thought that she was the most ordinary person, and there was nothing about her that attracted others. "I... I..." She blushed.
The house elf took out a photo and looked at Shirley. She was very sure. "It is you, Miss Shirley." She showed the photo. It was a photo of Shirley stealing cucumbers from Professor Sprout's vegetable field. Her blonde hair was tied up high, revealing her beautiful neck. Although the photo was very good, it was also evidence of her crime of stealing vegetables.
Shirley took the photo. 'Put it in the frame' and 'tear it up completely' were arguing in her head.
"He said there are more photos," the house-elf said with a kind smile, trying to make the statement sound less threatening. She conjured some bubble water to create a romantic pink bubble in the lounge. Then, she took out a pink letter and began to work on it.
For a moment, the only sound that could be heard in the huge lounge was the house elf's slightly shrill confession. "My dear Shirley, we've known each other for a long time. I've never been sure about my feelings, but recently, I've spent a long time thinking about it, so long that a newborn Norway Ridgeback can breathe fire smoothly (that takes about three months). After much thought, I finally wrote this letter."
"I like you. You are like a mysterious dragon egg. No one knows what kind of surprises are hidden in the dragon egg until it is broken!
I'm fascinated by it. "The elf waved her hand exaggeratedly." The fire from the Brachyrhinosaurus always reminds me of your beautiful blue eyes. It can turn grass and dead wood into ashes in an instant, and burn the most uncombustible substances. And your eyes can always easily ignite my heart. "
"I like to listen to the cicadas in summer and the breath of the fire dragon. I like to fly to the highest point of the Hogwarts on a flying broom and wait for the sunset. I like to see the forbidden forest dyed with a layer of honey-colored luster. I like to sing in the starlight in the dead of night."
"Wait, that should be considered a night tour, right?" Nymphadora touched her chin. "I think... I know who this guy is..."
"I hope to experience all of this with you. If possible, I hope you can give me the time of a fire-gray snake to express my feelings." The house elf created another pile of pink bubbles. "I will wait for your arrival in the school hospital."
The house elf scattered rose petals and cleaned them up with magic. She bowed slightly and then disappeared with a snap of her fingers.