Study Days at Hogwarts

"What's the latest news?"

Lee Jordan spread a large amount of jam on the piece of bread in his hand, looked sideways at Albert who was flipping through the Daily Prophet, and asked casually.

"Sirius Black appears."

Albert put the newspaper on the table and tapped the location of the report with his index finger. "Far away from here, a Muggle saw him and called the hotline. Before the people from the Ministry of Magic arrived, Sirius Black is long gone."

"A place far away from here?" George leaned his head over, looked at the contents of the newspaper, and muttered, "It sounds weird."

"Sirius Black is trying to divert the attention of others." Albert expressed his speculation, "Don't forget, any wizard can reach anywhere in the UK in a short time as long as he uses Apparition."

"Can you divine the location of Sirius Black?" Lee Jordan asked in a low voice.

"It should be possible, but it's still a bit difficult to catch Sirius Black." Of course Albert can catch Black, but now is not the time to catch him.

"I hate divination."

Fred, who was copying his homework for the Divination class, let out a cry of pain.

"Who told you not to take the time to finish copying those things?"

"Shut up, the guy who doesn't have to do his homework." Fred said to his twin brother, "Please plug that guy's mouth with a piece of bread for me."

"What flavor do you want?" George asked with a smile.

"Orange flavor, don't put too much... jam." Albert's tone paused. He found an owl flying towards him and threw the envelope on the table in front of him.

Not surprisingly, Albert received a letter every two days on average.

"Who sent it?"

"Old thief." Albert glanced at the sender and exchanged it for George's slices of bread.

"He said he got the seeds we want." George opened the letter, read the contents on the letter carefully, frowned and said, "However, the price he asked for... is a bit high."

"What happened to the price?" Fred took the letter from George, read the content on the letter paper, and said to the three of them: "That guy always likes to joke. We'd better go to Hogsmeade to talk to him about it in person."

"Are you really going to plant this thing?" Li Jordan still felt that poisonous tentacles were too dangerous and did not encourage the three of them to plant such dangerous plants.

"The measurement you need shouldn't be too much."

"Fever Skip Candy requires the use of poisonous tentacles whose twigs will secrete venom." Fred frowned, "It is impossible for us to purchase raw materials, otherwise there will be no profit at all."

The broken branches of the poisonous tentacles will secrete a kind of venom. After entering the human body, it will cause a "burning" sensation and the body temperature will increase significantly. Fever Skip Candy uses this characteristic to simulate fever symptoms.

However, they haven't found a suitable antidote yet.

"I still feel that this thing is a bit dangerous. There are quite a few deaths caused by poisonous tentacles." Lee Jordan was still trying to persuade his three roommates to give up this dangerous idea.

"We can get the seeds first and decide later whether to plant them or not." George asked Albert for his opinion: "This is the price...whatever you think is appropriate."

"Cut it in half." Albert said without hesitation: "Leave some profit for that guy, and he will be willing to help us find the materials we need. After all, some things cannot be obtained through normal channels, so it is understandable that the price is higher."

"You're not going to come with us?" George was a little surprised. If Albert went to talk, he would definitely save some galleons.

"No, maybe I will go to the competition then..." Albert made an excuse for himself and refused to make a deal with Mundungus.

Recently, the four of them have not dared to sneak away to Hogsmeade Village again. Martial law has been enforced there. In the past, encountering Dementors was always a problem.

When they were about to leave the hall after eating, Professor McGonagall strode over to this side, handed a piece of parchment to Albert, and asked in a low voice, "How are you preparing?"

"It's okay," Albert knew what Professor McGonagall meant. "Professor Snape's tutoring has ended. I've been learning from Hagrid about the common sense when entering the forest."

"Come on, Mr. Anderson." Professor McGonagall encouraged. "It's been a long time since Hogwarts won the Magic School Potions Championship."

"I will try my best, but you should also know that cheating has always been a tradition in this kind of competition." Albert said calmly.

Well, when he said this, he actually wanted to try to trigger more tasks, but unfortunately he failed.

Professor McGonagall suddenly fell silent, looked at Albert, and then sighed: "You are right. In fact, everyone knows it, but I believe in your ability."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall walked away, fearing that Albert would say something shocking again.

For example: How about we cheat too?

"Did you notice Professor McGonagall's expression just now?"

The three of them witnessed the whole process and all admired Albert for daring to say that directly to Professor McGonagall.

Cheating in games has always been a tradition.

In fact, everyone knows it well.

This statement simply sounds like: Otherwise, let’s cheat too!

The three of them almost laughed out loud on the spot.

"Is that a notice?"

Lee Jordan took the parchment from Albert's hand, glanced at the content on it, and said with a smile: "I don't think you can find an excuse!"

He handed the notice to several roommates around him and said to Albert: "The first Hogsmeade weekend is at the end of October, before Halloween."

"I have a date!" Albert said seriously, "I'm not free, and you also need to exercise. You can't rely on me for everything."

"You forget your friends when you see sex!"

"Stop making trouble, I think if you go, you can accurately grasp Mundungus' bottom line."

"It's not good to keep pushing other people's bottom line. Occasionally, we have to let him make some money, and he will actively help us find things."

"You can always find an excuse. If you want to go on a date, just say so."

"I just said it."

After returning to the Gryffindor common room, Albert used the sticking spell to paste the notice on the bulletin board.

Many students immediately gathered around to check the notice and buzzed about Hogsmeade beside the old notice board, looking very excited.

Albert went directly upstairs to prepare dinner for Tom, and then took the cat downstairs for a walk.

However, Fat Cat doesn't like activities. He always lies on his stomach like a little old man, looking at the students in the common room with a critical eye.

Albert found a corner and began to write a reply to Mundungus. In the letter, he clearly pointed out that his asking price was too high and arranged a time for both parties to meet in Hogsmeade.

Just after Albert stuffed the letter into the envelope, he heard a roar coming from the common room.

He looked up in the direction of the sound and saw Hermione's Crookshanks sneaking into Ron's backpack, or something in it.

"Get the cat!" Ron yelled.

No one helps.

The entire lounge was watching the cat and mouse.

Ben Ben's speed is so fast that he is not inferior to Crookshanks at all. A cat and a mouse shuttle back and forth at everyone's feet.

Finally, the mouse rushed under the cupboard, and Crookshanks suddenly stopped, squatted low, and reached under the cupboard with his front paws to dig out. This scene amused many students.

"Okay, calm down!"

Albert bent down and picked up Crookshanks, saving Ron's mouse from the cat's claws.

"What a help!" muttered Ron, getting the mouse out from under the cupboard.

"You should find a cage to lock up the mouse and stop it from running around." Albert handed Hermione the cat that was still trying to pounce.

"That cat should be locked up." Ron looked at Hermione's cat warily.

"All cats catch mice, Ron!" said Hermione.

"No, Albert's Tom never catches mice." Ron seemed to want to make his words more convincing, and moved his class closer to Tom. Everyone saw Tom tilting his head, with a look on his cat's face. A human expression of disgust.

"Ron, that's just a special case. Tom can't catch mice and doesn't need to." George reminded, "But you can't deny the fact that most cats catch mice."

"Tom's food is very good. He doesn't need to eat mice, and I don't want him to eat mice." Albert looked at the mouse in Ron's hand and asked, "By the way, your mouse is Percy's." ?".

Ron didn't answer, but strode through the common room and up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.

"That's the one from Percy." Fred answered for Ron. "After he became a prefect, his family bought him an owl. In order to prevent Scabbers from being eaten by Hermes, Percy gave the mouse to Ron. ."

"That mouse must be very old." Albert suddenly said, "Ordinary mice can't live that long. It's incredible."

"Indeed..." George frowned slightly, as if he was recalling how long Ben Ben had lived.

"Who knows, maybe he's dying!" Fred said nonchalantly. "After coming back from Egypt, the rat seemed to be dying."

"Usually mice can only live one to three years, and Ron's one must have lived more than three years." Albert said mysteriously, "Do you know what this means?"

"What?"

"A biological miracle." Albert explained, "A mouse that lives for four to five years, or even longer, can be sold for a lot of money in the Muggle world."

"real?"

"How much can it probably be sold for?" George asked curiously.

"If converted into galleons, it must be more than tens of thousands." Albert felt that those biological laboratories would definitely be interested in it, as long as they could confirm that the mouse had lived for more than ten years.

"Are there so many Muggles going crazy?"

"Because it has high research value, we might be able to find the secret to extending life."

"How about we convince Ron to sell that mouse!" Fred suddenly said, "If we can really make tens of thousands of galleons, why bother catching Black."

"It's not as easy as you think, and even if you really sell the mouse, it will be difficult to convert the money into galleons." Albert shook his head and said, "I just felt a little emotional."

"You guy... definitely did it on purpose."

"It's really bad."

"My happiness is in vain."