"Move aside, George. Let handle this!" Fred shoved his twin aside eagerly, raised his wand, and cast, "Incendio!"
With a soft pop, a tiny fla flickered at the tip of his wand.
Mrs. Norris let out a dismissive ow, her yellow eyes filled with disdain.
Fred Weasley had just been snubbed by a cat.
George stepped forward, pushing his brother back with a look of mock disappointnt. "Fred, you've embarrassed . Your fla could barely warm Mrs. Norris—she probably liked it! Watch this. Incendio!"
George's fla was slightly larger, and Mrs. Norris took a cautious step back, her fear beginning to show.
"Quick, Nolan! Help us out!" George urged, excitent in his voice. Fred, on the other hand, looked anxious. "We'd better hurry. I'm sure that old wolf has so kind of connection with his cat, and he'll be here any minute!"
"Let give it a shot," Nolan said calmly. He pointed his wand and cast Incendio as well, producing a fla even larger than George's. Startled, Mrs. Norris leapt from the desk to the floor, darting toward the office door in a panic.
But Fred blocked her escape, grinning mischievously. The three ford a triangle around the unfortunate cat.
Fred suggested, "Let's all cast Incendio together. I bet we can scare her out of her wits!"
George was positively gleeful. "Alright, I'll count us in. One, two, three—Incendio!"
The combined flas intertwined, creating a small but dramatic explosion. Mrs. Norris yowled and sprang three feet into the air, scrambling around the office in terrified circles.
The Weasley twins were thrilled with their success. Seeing the cat so thoroughly frightened, they felt like invincible heroes.
But their triumph was short-lived. Loud footsteps echoed from down the corridor, followed by an enraged voice.
"Rule-breaking little brats! I'll catch you, and Professor Dumbledore will have you expelled!"
Fred froze. "What do we do? If we run, he'll definitely catch us!"
George quickly suggested, "We split up! Three different directions—whoever gets caught doesn't rat out the others!"
But Nolan seed unfazed, even amused. The thrill of tornting Filch in the shadows of the night brought him an almost giddy joy. Shaking his head, he said, "Lock the door. Filch doesn't have a wand or magic. He won't be able to get in. Let's trap him outside and hold our ground!"
The twins looked at each other, impressed. "Brilliant idea!" they said in unison.
Outside, Filch shoved the door with all his might, but it wouldn't budge. The brats had locked him out!
"Open up, you little devils!"
From inside, the twins burst into obnoxious laughter. One mocked in a raspy voice, "Filch! The spell to unlock the door is Alohomora. Why don't you try it with your mop?"
The other chid in with a high-pitched tone, "Shut up, Joseph! Don't you know Filch is a Squib?"
Filch, deeply wounded by the insult, bellowed, "Whoever you are, Joseph, I will catch you! You'll regret this!"
Looking around, he muttered to himself, I'll wait them out. They can't stay in there forever. Co morning, when the professors wake up, they'll help open the door. And then, I'll have them all!
Inside the office, the trio huddled together. One of the twins whispered, "Alright, we've locked Filch out. Now what?"
Nolan's grin turned devilish. "If Filch wants to trap us, let's find a way to smoke him out."
"Smoke him out? But clearing Hogwarts' sewers is part of Filch's job—I bet he's not too bothered by bad slls," one of the twins said with a disappointed sigh.
The other brightened up and suggested, "Maybe we can use so magic to amplify the stench!"
Nolan grinned confidently. "That's basic potion-making. I can do it! Now, I'll start brewing here while you two go find sothing really foul. Stuff it into balloons and bring them to ."
The twins snapped off crooked salutes. "Yes, sir!"
Nolan began rummaging through Filch's collection, finding a surprising stash of prank items.
With delight, Nolan picked a few items, carefully disassembled them using magic, and extracted their enchanted components into a vial. He lit a small fla under the vial, bringing its contents to a boil. Before long, the liquid turned a dark brown and began emitting an unbearable stench.
As he worked, Nolan discovered a peculiar green-and-silver emblem with strange writing on the back. Unable to decipher it, he pocketed the artifact for later inspection.
"Are you ready?" Nolan asked, spotting the twins lurking suspiciously in a corner.
The twins' faces were as red as their hair. One admitted, "Oh, Nolan, we couldn't find anything nasty…"
The other quickly added, "But Fred made sothing himself!"
The first protested, "George contributed too!"
Realizing what they ant, Nolan couldn't help but laugh. "Perfect! We'll give Filch a morable taste of the sewers!"
The twins had stuffed their... contributions into seven tightly packed balloons, each the size of a fist. Nolan added a few drops of his foul potion to each balloon before the twins sealed them.
"These will explode on impact," Nolan explained with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I guarantee they'll sll ten tis worse than raw sewage!"
The twins were thrilled. Like many boys their age, they found great amusent in anything involving bodily functions—wizarding boys were no exception.
"This is brilliant!" one twin cheered. "Filch is going to wish he'd never been born!"
"Even if he dodges the dung bombs," the other said, "he'll have to spend a whole day scrubbing the walls and floor!"
Filch leaned against the wall, clutching his mop and glaring daggers at his office door.
He was determined to wait them out. Sooner or later, those troublemakers would have to open the door, and when they did, he'd make sure they paid for their insolence.
Just as Filch was imagining the punishnts he'd inflict, the door creaked open.
Thick smoke billowed out, engulfing him before he could react. Choking and coughing, he stumbled back, eyes watering as the acrid fus stung his nose.
Then, with two sharp whizzes, sothing shot out from the office. One hit Filch square in the forehead; the other missed, splattering against the wall behind him.
Bang! Bang!
The balloons exploded in a shower of foul-slling sludge.
An overwhelming stench filled the corridor. Filch staggered, gagging, as a large dollop of the vile substance splattered across his face. It was worse than anything he'd ever encountered in the sewers.
Overco by the horrific sll, Filch's eyes rolled back, and with a soft thud, he collapsed into the reeking ss.
He had fainted from the stench.
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