Fred and George weren't really fed up with Ron, they just wished he'd do better—in fact, if they didn't care at all about Ron, they wouldn't have said what they did just now.
"You can't say it like that," Kael thought for a moment and said, "At least Ron is honest, that's a virtue, right?
By the way, why did they even have a wizard duel with Malfoy?"
"I heard it was because of that new student named Neville."
Fred thought for a moment and said, "Malfoy hid his map and mocked him for having a bad memory. Ron and Harry stepped in to defend him, and that's how the conflict started.
A three-on-three wizard duel—only they could come up with this."
"Having a sense of justice and loyalty... those are two more virtues."
Kael nodded sagely and said, "So Ron isn't as bad as you make him out to be... at least he's better than the fish in the Black Lake."
"We didn't deny his actions."
Fred shook his head, half amused and half annoyed. If it weren't for Ron's decent intentions that didn't shame the Weasley name, they really wouldn't care about their dumb brother.
"We're just questioning his intelligence... even going to tattle to Professor McGonagall would have been better than foolishly sneaking to the fourth floor during curfew."
George said angrily, "And after all that trouble, he just slept it off and forgot everything."
Kael raised an eyebrow, seemingly guessing the real reason behind their frustrations.
The conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin is a historical issue that's been handed down every year. It's always one punch here, one kick there—not always ending in triumph, but definitely not resigning to bad luck.
Even Percy, who they call a bookworm, would go to the professor to complain.
George continued, "If it were me, I could at least come up with five ways to make that Malfoy regret his actions."
"Like hiring an owl to deliver a package that'll explode with a Dungbomb during breakfast."
"Or pour failed potion class concoctions into his shoes."
"That's a bit difficult," Kael said, stroking his chin, "Snape usually cleans up failed potions directly.
If you don't mind losing points and getting detention, I think it's better to create an accident and splash it on him immediately."
Fred and George looked at Kael in disbelief.
In Potion Class, using failed potions to splash on a Slytherin student?
Even if it were a real accident, wouldn't Snape deduct at least a hundred points? And that's the minimum.
Is Kael really treating them as "Gryffindor many points"?
No matter how much they don't care about points, they don't want to be last place in the House Cup every year.
That's truly embarrassing.
Fred and George rolled their eyes simultaneously, completely ignoring Kael's lousy idea.
"We've thought it through," George said, glancing back with a meaningful smile.
"To increase Ron's sense of crisis and vigilance..."
"To prevent him from falling for such obvious traps again..."
"We've decided to give him special training..."
"Special training?" Cedric was puzzled, it's not like playing Quidditch, how can you train for this?
"Yes, we call it Hogwarts' Darkest Moment!" Fred said, "We spent the entire night perfecting this plan."
"But there's no choice, he's our beloved brother after all."
"Of course, Ron might suffer a bit, but he'll gain a lot more."
"At least we know our limits and won't really harm him."
"In the future, he'll definitely thank us."
...
Kael didn't know if Ron would thank Fred and George in the future, but he could tell that Ron's upcoming days are not going to be smooth.
Hogwarts' Darkest Moment... the name itself speaks volumes.
Although the details are unclear, it's definitely not a good thing.
Poor Ron, caught up with two unreliable brothers like them.
"Need any help?" Kael asked.
"Not right now," Fred shook his head, "The initial plan is well-crafted. We can implement it tomorrow."
Kael said, somewhat disappointed, "Alright, if you need anything, feel free to tell me anytime."
"Don't worry, we won't hesitate."
At this moment, Kael suddenly felt a heaviness on his fishing rod. The force was incredibly strong, almost dragging him into the Black Lake.
Hooked something, and it must be a big fish!
"Snap..."
The fishing rod made a crisp sound and broke into two pieces.
Kael quickly dismissed the Weasley brothers from his mind, rapidly grabbing the remaining half of the fishing rod and pulling back forcefully.
"Quick, Cedric, reinforce charm!"
They were only using makeshift fishing rods made from Rowan Tree branches and spider silk, so if they caught a big fish, this was a normal occurrence.
"Here I come, hold on!" Cedric threw down his own fishing rod.
But before he could even pull out his wand, Kael suddenly fell to the ground while his fishing rod flew up, flinging a silver-white fish onto the grass close by.
Kael didn't bother to brush off the grass from his clothes. After standing up, he quickly ran over.
It was a foot-long, broad-backed fish, roughly estimated to weigh around two pounds.
Kael frowned.
These broad-backed fish in the Black Lake are generally mid-sized, and two pounds was considered quite large.
But the force he felt a moment ago didn't seem to match up with what a small fish of this size should have.
The strength and resilience of Rowan Tree isn't weak, a two-pound fish can't possibly break it so quickly.
"Strange..."
Cedric, squatting nearby, seemed to have noticed something, pointing at the fish's belly and said, "Kael, look here."
"What's up?"
Kael followed his direction and was stunned.
He found that the fish didn't have a hook in its mouth. It had been caught by being tied up.
Long spider silk fishing lines wrapped around it twice, finally with a neat bow fastening it.
"Kael..." Fred tentatively asked, "Do your fishing rods come with an automatic knot spell?"
"No way!" Kael said, exasperated.
They were just fishing to kill time, why make it so complicated? An automatic knot spell... he'd never even heard of such a spell.
In fact, upon seeing this well-tied fish, Kael could already guess what had happened.
Black Lake's Giant Squid, or the Merpeople...
This broad-backed fish was most likely hand-tied by one of them onto the spider silk fishing line, then sent over.
To validate his hypothesis, soon, the others' fishing rods showed movement.
And when they pulled them up, they were all similarly tied broad-backed fish.
Kael's face darkened.
What's the meaning of this? Although they hadn't caught anything in over an hour, sending fish over... that's a bit much.