Study Days at Hogwarts

When it comes to February, there are a lot of things to note.

In early February, students in third grade and above can visit Hogsmeade. There was a Quidditch match in the middle of the month, this time Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, and at the end of the month there was a selection match for the Wizards Club.

Of course, this last one is just a make-up.

Time is like a lame old man, slowly entering February amid the urging of countless students.

Of course, not all students want time to pass faster. Albert is one of them. He has always felt that time is a bit insufficient recently, and he has less and less time to be lazy.

Really wish there was a time turner.

However, the time consumed by the time turner is actually counted on the user. If the time turner is used too mundanely to return to the past, the user's lifespan will be reduced.

Albert was considering whether to put aside all the bad things he had.

Because there are so many old friends, he basically needs to write a letter every day, and there are still many things in his notebook that have not been completed.

Isobel was right, she was indeed too greedy. If it weren't for the skill panel, I would have been overwhelmed and driven crazy by all those things. Hermione in third grade is the best example.

Forget it, now is not the time to stop and rest, accumulate more capital while you are young, and when you have enough capital, you can live the life you want.

“It’ll be pretty good in another year or two.”

As for Voldemort's problem, Albert has never been worried.

After all, with the tall man, Potter, the savior, all he needed to consider was how to use Voldemort's affairs to benefit himself.

After all, the days when Voldemort ruled the wizarding world were the darkest times for the wizarding world and Britain. Chaos meant opportunities.

Albert took out a small notebook and wrote down what he thought of. This notebook was almost used up again.

He flipped through it, sighed softly, stuffed the notebook back into his pocket, and then checked the homework he had just finished. He began to prepare a letter to Mundungus Fletcher and asked him to meet him at the Three Broomsticks on his next trip to Hogsmeade.

Albert really needs the pelts of the swamp digger. The mandrake that he stuffed into the salt a few months ago has been there for several months. It won't be long before it will be completely transformed into a dark magic item. At that time, the fur of the swamp digger will be needed to defeat it, otherwise even Albert will not dare to rashly process this black magic item for a second time, lest he himself will be unlucky.

Mundungus Fletcher's reply came quickly, and he probably didn't want the swamp digger's fur to fall on his hands. However, from the words on the letter, it was not difficult to see that the guy still wanted to kill Albert's wallet.

Do you really treat me like a child?

Albert couldn't help laughing, and threw the parchment into the fireplace. He watched the flames burn the paper to ashes, with a strange smile on his face.

"Albert's smile is so scary." The lazy George happened to look up and saw this scene. He couldn't help but shuddered, and touched Fred next to him with his elbow, telling him to look in Albert's direction. .

"I don't know who is going to be unlucky!" Fred muttered quietly.

"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade next time?" Albert looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then asked softly.

"Go, why don't you go." Lee Jordan said without raising his head. He just had Christmas and his pockets were still bulging.

"Is that a letter from the thief?" Fred felt like he had guessed the answer.

"Well, it seems that he hasn't given up on killing me yet. If the negotiation breaks down..." Albert sneered, "I'll rob him, or buy and sell him by force."

"Isn't this...not good?" Li Jordan put down the quill in his hand and looked at Albert worriedly. Although he is often naughty and likes to violate school rules, Li Qiaodan is still a good person at heart.

"It is indeed not very good." Albert did not deny this. "However, Mundungus Fletcher is not a good person either. That guy is a professional liar and thief, and he also works part-time as a black marketeer. He has done a lot of things. It's a rare and shady hook-up. If the other party doesn't want to make a good deal, there's no need to be too polite to him."

"For a bad guy, Albert is right, and I don't think you need to be too polite." Fred and George looked at each other, lowered their voices and asked: "How are you going to deal with this matter."

"A Disillusionment Curse, a Coma Curse, and a Forgetting Curse." Albert naturally knew what to do, and he was not worried that he would fail. Some things, calculated mentally or not, are really hard for you to guard against.

Perhaps Mundungus Fletcher was a very cautious guy, but he would never have imagined that the one he thought was a fat sheep was trying to rob him.

In his previous life, Albert considered himself a very moral person, and even if things fell apart, he never had such thoughts.

In this life, he has had cheats, mastered magical magic, and been influenced by capitalism for more than ten years. The moral values ​​of his previous life have long been pushed into the corner.

To put it more immorally: the primitive accumulation of capital has always been cruel and bloody.

"Look at Mundungus Fletcher's choice and decide how to handle this matter."

Fred and George didn't have a good impression of Mundungus, so they agreed with Albert's opinion. Lee Jordan also agreed, and Albert didn't intend to go too far.

"What are you discussing?" Shanna walked over, still holding books borrowed from the library.

"We are discussing the wizard card." Albert casually brought up a topic, and the three people next to him were not surprised and agreed casually.

"By the way, have you heard about it?"

"What did you hear?" Fred asked curiously.

"There is a monster hidden in the Forbidden Forest." Shanna reminded in a low voice, "In the afternoon, while someone was protecting magical biology on the outside of the Forbidden Forest, they heard a terrifying beast roar."

"Forbidden forest, beast roaring?" Albert immediately thought of Hagrid's Lu Wei.

"Maybe Hagrid kept some dangerous animals in the Forbidden Forest." Fred said jokingly.

"Should we go in and see what kind of monster it is?" George's eyes flickered with curiosity as he continued, "We can go with Hagrid. He will take care of this matter."

It seems that George's head is not too stupid.

In just half a day, strange rumors began to circulate in the school, that there were dangerous magical creatures deep in the forbidden forest and coming to the outside.

Rumors spread that Professor Kettlebo was planning to move most of his classes to the lawns near the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.