Study Days at Hogwarts

"I have to go Hagrid."

Albert took out his pocket watch from his robe pocket and checked the time. He stood up and said to Hagrid, who was sitting at the dining table plucking chicken feathers, "I'll see you next time."

"Won't you stay for dinner?"

"No." Albert didn't want to take out strange things from the dinner plate, "Don't take the previous things too seriously, those things are not worth your troubles."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Hagrid threw down the half-plucked rooster, looked up at Albert who was about to leave, and said: If I had listened to you and didn't talk nonsense, I wouldn't have met him. Come to these things.

"I never expected others to listen carefully and consider it seriously when I suggested this." Albert stopped at the door of the hunting lodge, looked at Hagrid and said calmly, "Honestly, I'm not surprised at all that you would find a trick. , just like Porter does something every year."

"You guessed this would happen a long time ago, didn't you? Maxim is smart. She said she has a big frame." Hagrid felt a little annoyed when he talked about this.

"I thought you would call her Olim." Albert leaned over and rubbed Yaya's dog's head, "Don't get too entangled in this matter. Believe me, you and Mrs. Maxim will be reconciled soon. "

"Why?" Hagrid asked stupidly.

"Because you have a common language, as long as you don't act stupid, it will be okay to at least be friends." Albert said hello to Hagrid and left.

During dinner, Hermione took the initiative to come over and talk to him about the house elf Winky. Albert was not interested at all in Hermione's proposal.

After all, he was planning to send Barty Crouch Jr. away with him next. Although it was not his fault, Albert was not so big-hearted as to adopt a house elf who might be hostile to him.

"Hermione, some things are not as simple as you think." Albert looked at Hermione who was full of expectations, shook his head and said: "The problem with Winky can only be determined by herself. If she can't overcome the hurdle in her heart, It’s useless no matter how much other people help.”

"Is there really nothing we can do?"

"If Winky can't forget Crouch, she can only let time help her forget." Albert looked at the somewhat dejected Hermione and comforted: "Few things in this world can be perfect, just do what you can. , not to mention that you are just a student now and there is not much you can do."

"Oh, you're right." Hermione looked distracted.

"If I were you, I would pay attention to Porter's preparation progress. There is less than a month left before the second project." Albert reminded kindly, "If you can't make preparations before launching, I'm afraid Potter will be in a lot of trouble."

He actually likes Hermione's kindness, but sometimes kindness without power is useless except to satisfy and comfort oneself, and Hermione obviously doesn't understand this yet.

Albert didn't plan to tell Hermione, that might be too cruel for her, because a lot of what she was doing now wasn't helping the house elves at all.

"I think Hermione's suggestion is good. If you can have a house elf, it will be easier for us to open the store." George said with a smile.

"I have hired Dobby." Albert peeled a citrus peel and said calmly, "Dobby will help you prepare three meals, clean up the store, and place the goods."

"Dobby, I seem to have heard this name somewhere."

"The Malfoy house elf is free now." Albert explained.

"It's just wonderful."

Both the Weasley brothers loved watching Malfoy get into trouble.

"You actually paid to hire a house elf?" Fred interjected.

"Dumbledore does this too."

"No, I'm actually more curious about how much you pay per month." Fred wasn't too surprised. After all, he was Albert, so it wouldn't be surprising even if he did something amazing.

"One galleone a week." Albert said to the twins while eating tangerines, "It will be deducted from my share of the income then. I won't be able to go to the store often anyway."

"If you want to live in a shop, renting a house will probably cost a lot of galleons."

"No, I've decided for you, just live in the box." Albert said calmly, "If trouble comes, Dobby will run away with the box as soon as possible, and your safety will be guaranteed by then. , no need to worry about being murdered in bed.”

"That's a good idea," George muttered. "Even if the Ministry of Magic wants to conduct a surprise inspection, there's nothing they can do about it."

"I've already thought of the store posters for you."

As he spoke, Albert took out his notebook, tore off a page and handed it to them.

Fred and George leaned over to read a paragraph on the paper:

Why are you worried about You-Know-Who?

you should care

Constipation kernel——

The feeling of constipation is tormenting Chinese people!

you know who (mysterious person)

u no poo (constipation kernel)

"puff."

Both of them couldn't help laughing.

"Constipation Ren." They whispered softly, "I didn't expect you to be quite humorous."

Fred suddenly understood why Albert arranged it like that.

"What are you laughing at?" Shanna asked doubtfully.

"nothing."

Fred stuffed the note into his pocket.

"They must be discussing something bad. Oh, by the way, Professor Dumbledore asked me to give this to you." Lee Jordan came over and handed a folded note to Albert.

Albert opened the note, took a look at the contents, and put it away.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Albert knocked on the principal's office door on time. After entering, he found that Moody was here, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

"Professor Dumbledore, what do you want from me?"

Albert calmed down the expression on his face, ignored Moody's scrutinizing gaze, and asked.

"I hope you can help divine the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Divination is not everything." Albert declined politely.

Of course, if Dumbledore's benefits were big enough, he actually wouldn't mind stripping Barty Crouch Jr.'s vest right on the spot.

"Give it a try."

Dumbledore handed over a notebook, and Albert glanced at the contents and found that it was a transfiguration notebook.

Moody watched the private deal with interest.

Albert hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to predict Peter's location.

As for Barty Jr., not yet. After this incident, Barty Jr. should not dare to take action rashly, but... he still needs to bear some risks.

Albert did want Dumbledore's Transfiguration Notes, though.

He took out his crystal ball and put his hand on it. A red, white and blue flag appeared on the crystal ball, followed by a tulip wooden sign, and finally it was frozen in a dim house, where Peter was holding a... package.

"Peter Pettigrew is hiding in the Netherlands..." Moody looked at Albert in surprise, the murderous look in his eyes flashed away.

"It seems that Peter helped Voldemort regain his physical body." Dumbledore looked at the package in Peter's arms and said, "This is really bad news."

"This is a troubling matter," Professor Moody said.

"Where is Barty Crouch Jr.?" Dumbledore glanced at Moody and asked Albert to continue with his second prophecy.

"This, don't expect..."

Albert touched the crystal ball, and a new surprise quickly appeared on it. This time it was a stone sculpture of a winged boar, which undoubtedly referred to Hogwarts.

However, the next scene made Dumbledore and Moody silent.

In the crystal ball, two dementors were dragging a person.

Barty Crouch Jr. arrested by the Ministry of Magic?