Daily Life at Hogwarts

Chapter 698 The value of the class

"What's the latest news?"

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

"Sirius Black appeared."

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

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

"Sirius Black is trying to divert other people's attention." Albert said his conjecture, "Don't forget, as long as you use Apparition, any wizard can reach anywhere in the UK in a short time."

"Can you divine where Sirius Black appears?" 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 it's not the time to catch him yet.

"I hate divination."

Fred, who was copying his divination class homework, uttered a painful cry.

"Who told you not to take some time to finish copying that little thing."

"Shut up the guy who doesn't have to do his homework," Fred said to his twin brother. "Gag that guy's mouth with a slice of bread."

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

"Orange flavor, don't need to apply too much...jam." Albert's tone paused, and he found an owl flying towards him, throwing the envelope on the table in front of him.

A few people were surprised, and Albert received a letter every two days on average.

"Who sent it?"

"Old thief." Albert glanced at the sender, and exchanged it with George for a slice of bread.

"He said he got the seeds we wanted." George opened the letter, read the contents of the letter carefully, and said with a frown, "However, the price he asked for...is a bit high."

"What's the matter with the price?" Fred took the letter from George, read the contents of the letter, and said to the three, "That guy always likes to joke, we'd better go to Hogsmeade and talk to him face to face."

"Are you really planning to grow this thing?" Lee Jordan still felt that the poisonous tentacles were too dangerous, and he did not recommend three people to plant this dangerous plant.

"The measurement you need should not be too much."

"The twigs of poisonous tentacles secrete venom for fever-skipping sugar." Fred frowned, "It is impossible for us to purchase raw materials, otherwise there will be no profit at all."

The twigs of the poisonous tentacles will secrete a kind of venom. After entering the human body, it will cause a "burning" feeling and the body temperature will rise significantly. Fever skipping class sugar uses this characteristic to simulate fever symptoms.

It's just that they haven't found a suitable antidote yet.

"I still feel that this thing is a bit dangerous. There are many cases of death from poisonous tentacles." Lee Jordan is still trying to persuade the three roommates to give up this dangerous idea.

"We can get the seeds first, and we'll talk about whether we plant them or not later." George asked Albert for his opinion, "That's the price...how much do you think is appropriate."

"Cut off half of it." Albert said without hesitation: "Leave some profit to 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 to ask for a higher price."

"You don't plan to go with us?" George was a little surprised. If Albert went to talk, it would definitely save some Galleons.

"No, maybe I'll go to the competition at that time..." Albert made an excuse for himself and declined to make a deal with Mundungus.

Recently, the four of them didn't dare to sneak away to Hogsmeade Village. There was already martial law there, and it was always troublesome if they encountered dementors in the past.

When they finished eating and were about to leave the hall, Professor McGonagall strode over here, handed a piece of parchment to Albert, and asked in a low voice, "How are your preparations going?"

"It's okay," Albert knew what Professor McGonagall meant, "Professor Snape's tutoring has ended, and I'm learning from Hagrid the common sense you should have when entering the forest."

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

"I will try my best to fight for it, 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 missions, but unfortunately he failed.

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

After finishing speaking, Professor McGonagall walked away, for fear that Albert would say something surprising again.

For example: How about, let’s cheat too.

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

The three witnessed the whole process, and they admired Albert for daring to say that directly to Professor McGonagall.

Match cheating has always been a tradition.

In fact, everyone knows that.

This sounds like saying: Otherwise, let's cheat too!
The three almost laughed out loud on the spot.

"Is that a notification?"

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

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

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

"See you and forget your friends!"

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

"It's not good to keep pressing other people's bottom line, and occasionally let him make some money, so he will actively help us find things."

"You can always find an excuse, and 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 Paste Charm to post the notice on the bulletin board.

Many students gathered around to check the notice immediately, buzzing about Hogsmeade by the old bulletin 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, and always lies on his stomach like a little old man, looking at the students in the common room carefully.

Albert found a corner and began to write a reply to Mundungus, in which he clearly pointed out that his asking price was too high, and made an appointment for the two parties to meet in Hogsmeade.

Just after Albert put the letter in the envelope, he heard a roar from the common room.

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

"Get that cat!" Ron yelled.

Nobody helped.

The whole lounge was watching the cat catch the mouse.

Banban's speed is extremely fast, 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 stopped suddenly, crouched low, and furiously reached under the cupboard with its front paws to dig out. This scene amused many students.

"Okay, be quiet!"

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

"What a help!" muttered Ron, trying to get the mouse out from under the cupboard.

"You should find a cage and lock up the mouse so that it doesn't run around." Albert handed Hermione the cat that was still about to pounce on it.

"It's the cat that 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 towards Tom. Everyone saw that Tom tilted his head, and the cat's face showed A humanized disgust emoticon.

"Ron, that's just a special case. Tom can't catch mice, and he doesn't have 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, strode across the common room and up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.

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

"That mouse should be very old." Albert said suddenly, "It's unbelievable that ordinary mice can't live that long."

"Indeed..." George frowned slightly, as if remembering how long the mouse had lived.

"Who knows, maybe it's dying!" said Fred nonchalantly. "The rat seemed to be dying when he got back from Egypt."

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

"what?"

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

"Really?"

"How much can it sell for?" George asked curiously.

"If it is converted into Galleons, it must be more than tens of thousands." Albert felt that those biological laboratories would be very interested in it, as long as it can be confirmed that the mouse has lived for more than ten years.

"So many, are Muggles crazy?"

"Because it has high research value, maybe we can find the secret to prolong life."

"How about we convince Ron to sell that mouse!" Fred said suddenly, "If we can really earn tens of thousands of Galleons, why should we catch Blake?"

"Things are not as easy as you think, and even if the mouse is sold, it will be very difficult to exchange the money for Galleons." Albert shook his head and said, "I was just feeling a little bit emotional."

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

"It's too bad."

"It made me happy in vain."

　It's Banban, not Banban, okay, I didn't pay attention, I can't change the title, depressed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)