The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 105 The expected wealth

In the Quidditch match at the end of November, the Hufflepuff team suffered a disastrous defeat in the snowstorm. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are now competitors for the Academy Cup.

In order to win, Captain Charlie has been strengthening the intensity of Quidditch training, which makes the official players miserable. training.

"Charlie must be crazy!" muttered Fred, looking out the window at the snow.

"He is just too eager to win the Quidditch trophy." Albert can understand Charlie's efforts, after all, it is the responsibility of the Quidditch captain. If even the captain relaxes, the Gryffindor team will probably never Neither got a chance to lift the trophy.

"Are you going home during the Christmas holidays?" Li Qiaodan asked looking up after reading the letters from his home.

"Go back for the holidays." Fred and George looked at each other without thinking.

"I'll also go home for the festival." Albert looked at the potted plants by the window and asked, "We've all gone back, what should we do with the things in the pots?"

"Throw it here, and don't water it for a month, shouldn't it matter?" George looked at the lush pot of garlic by the window, but his tone didn't have much confidence.

"Actually, you can make it when you go back, I mean... during the Christmas holiday." Albert tentatively talked about it.

In fact, Albert knew very well that several people had lost much enthusiasm for making garlic crosses.

There is no way, children's patience is always very limited, and Albert even wonders if they have already put this matter behind them.

"Oh, this matter!" Fred and George looked at each other in blank dismay, and it seemed...it seemed that they had lost the enthusiasm they had before.

Several people were even a little confused, not knowing why they had such great enthusiasm for making this kind of thing in the first place.

"Well, you can try it. However, we don't quite know how to make... garlic crosses. Do you really want to soak the crosses in smashed garlic?" Fred asked tentatively, not sure he was so wasteful Will Garlic get his ass beaten by his mother with a broom.

"You can smash the garlic, soak it in alcohol, and then soak the cross in it." Albert has never practiced it, and the suggestions he can give to the two are very limited.

"That's a good idea. But..." Fred paused angrily, as if he had forgotten what to say.

"However, we're not sure if we can get alcohol." George continued. It's hard for them to come across ordinary beer, let alone alcohol. It's very difficult to get it.

"What are you going to do with your pot of white meat?" Li Qiaodan quickly changed the subject, his actual situation was not much better than that of the twins.

"Stay here, if you die, there's nothing you can do!" The other potted plant by the window is the white fresh branch that Albert got from Hagrid. The branches are buried in the soil bag, and if you take care of them carefully, it is not too difficult to replant new Bai Xian.

It's just that white fresh is easily affected by the weather. If you don't transplant it in the greenhouse in winter, or find a warmer place, it will easily wither.

In fact, Albert didn't have much confidence in being able to feed this pot of fresh meat in winter.

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After entering December, the weather gets colder and colder.

Although the Gryffindor common room was burning with a roaring fire, the windy corridors became even colder due to the wind and snow.The glass of the windows was rattling by the bitter wind and snow, and everyone had to wrap themselves more tightly in their clothes.

Christmas is approaching and everyone is looking forward to the holiday.

However, professors subconsciously leave students with a pile of homework.

"It doesn't make people have a good Christmas holiday!" Looking at the homework assignments on the parchment, Lee Jordan threw the quill on the table again.

"Acknowledge your fate, you have to do it anyway, or come back from the holidays, and let the professors take turns confining you." Albert put away the parchment, and had to admit that there were indeed a lot of homework during the Christmas holidays. Even he It cannot be completed in a short time.

"Don't mention it, you are a devil." Li Qiaodan leaned on the armchair.

Today, students from the third year and above are all in Hogsmeade village, otherwise they would not have the opportunity to use the common room comfortably.

"Albert!" George's words trembled a bit. He pointed to the front page news of the Daily Prophet and urged: "Look at this, you guys, look at this!"

"What's the matter?" Fred asked feebly, "What's the big news in the Daily Prophet?"

"Millison Bagnor has decided to retire in February, and his successor has been determined to be Cornelius Fudge." George's breathing became very short.

"Cornnel Fudge?" Fred repeated, his thoughts paused for a moment, and his voice suddenly raised eight points, "You mean... Cornelius Fudge?"

"What's the matter, is there something wrong with Cornelius Fudge?" Lee Jordan looked at the twin brothers suspiciously, and suddenly came back to his senses, "Wait, Cornelius Fudge seems to be..."

The three of them turned their heads in unison, and looked at Albert with strange eyes. When they read this report, they suddenly remembered one thing. They met Albert on the Hogwarts Express... …

"I remember..." George lisped

"...You seem to have spent 25 Galleons..." Fred continued.

"Cornel Fudge will become the next Minister of Magic!" Li Jordan's eyes gradually widened.

At this moment, the three of them opened their mouths wide open and looked at Albert in shock.

"I remember that it happened." Albert nodded and said, "At the beginning, I asked you if you want to participate in the quiz together."

"My heart... hurts so much." Fred stretched out his hands to cover his chest, and his breathing became short of breath.If back then... watching Garen slip away from his hands, the feeling would have been too bad, it would have been heartbreaking...

"What are the odds for Cornelius Fudge?" Lee Jordan asked suddenly.

"I remember it was like 4 times."

"25 Galleons is... 100 Galleons!" Lee Jordan's breathing became heavier and heavier, like an old cow panting.

"100 Galleons." The twins murmured, their eyes glazed over.

100 galleons, such a large amount of money, to a few people, they had never even thought about it.

"As I said, my luck is usually not too bad." Albert winked at the three of them and said, "However, did the Daily Prophet mention when to give money?"

"This... it shouldn't be too late. I think when Cornelius Fudge announces to take over as the next Minister of Magic, the guessing activity will be over. They should count it soon and give rewards to the winners .”

Albert nodded and said, there is no need to worry about running out of money recently.

To be honest, he doesn't like to ask his family for money to buy things. It's not a good feeling to ask someone for money.

(End of this chapter)