The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 272 Morality in the Corner
Speaking of February, there are many things worth noting.

At the beginning of February, students from the third grade and above can go to Hogsmeade to play.There was a Quidditch match in the middle of the month, this time between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and at the end of the month there was a selection for the Wizarding Club.

Of course, the last one counts.

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

Of course, not all students want time to pass faster, and Albert is one of them. Recently, he always feels that there is not enough time, and even less time for leisure and laziness.

Really wish there was a time-turner.

However, the time consumed by the time converter is actually counted on the user. If the time converter is used too frequently to return to the past, the user's lifespan will be shortened.

Albert is considering whether to put all the shit on him aside.

Due to the large number of old friends, he basically needs to write a letter every day, and there are still many things in the notebook that have not been completed.

Isobel was right, he was indeed too greedy.If it weren't for the skill panel, I'm afraid I would have been overwhelmed and driven crazy by that pile of things. Hermione in the 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 will be almost a year or two."

As for Voldemort's problem, Albert really never worried about it.

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

After all, the days when Voldemort ruled the wizarding world was the darkest time for the wizarding world and Britain, and chaos meant opportunity.

Albert took out a small notebook to write down what he thought of, and this notebook was almost used up again.

He flipped through the pages, sighed, put the notebook back in his pocket, and checked the homework he had just finished.So I started to write to Mundungus Fletcher, asking him to meet at the Three Broomsticks on his next trip to Hogsmeade.

Albert really needs the fur of the swamp digger. The mandrake that he stuffed into the salt a few months ago has been there for several months, and it should not be long before it will completely become a black magic item.At that time, the fur of the swamp digger will be needed to restrain it, otherwise, even Albert would not dare to reprocess this black magic item rashly, lest he will be unlucky with him when he gets it.

Mundungus Fletcher's reply arrived soon, and he probably didn't want the pelt of the swamp digger to fall on his hands.However, from the lines in the letter, it wasn't hard to see that the guy still wanted to slaughter Albert's wallet.

Do you really treat me like a child?

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

"Albert's smile is so creepy." The lazy George happened to look up at this scene, couldn't help but shivered, touched Fred next to him with his elbow, and motioned him to look at Albert .

"I don't know who's going to be unlucky!" Fred muttered softly.

"Next time in Hogsmeade, are you going?" Albert asked in a low voice after looking around to make sure there was no one around.

"Go, why not," Lee Jordan said without looking up, his pockets still bulging after Christmas.

"The letter from the thief?" Fred felt as if he had guessed the answer.

"Well, it seems that he hasn't given up on killing me yet. If the conversation falls apart..." Albert sneered, "Just rob him, or buy and sell by force."

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

"It's really not very good." Albert did not deny this, "However, Mundungus Fletcher is not a good guy. That guy is a professional liar and thief, and also works as a black market dealer. Shady hookups are rare, and the other party doesn't want to make a good deal, so there's no need to be too polite to him."

"For a villain, Albert is right, and I don't think you need to be too polite." Fred and George looked at each other, and asked in a low voice, "How are you going to deal with this?"

"A Disillusionment Curse, a Stunning Curse, and a Forgetting Curse." Albert naturally knew what to do, and he was not worried that he would fail.Some things, whether you do mental calculations or not, really make you hard to guard against.

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

In his previous life, Albert considered himself a very moral person, even if the matter fell apart, he never had such an idea.

In this life, he had cheats, mastered magical magic, and lived under the influence of capitalism for more than ten years. His moral values ​​in his previous life had already been pushed into the corner by him.

To put it in a more immoral way: the primitive accumulation of capital has always been cruel and bloody.

"Look at Mundungus Fletcher's choice, and then decide how to deal with this matter."

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

"What are you discussing?" Shanna came over, still holding a book borrowed from the library.

"We're discussing about the wizard card." Albert casually brought up the topic, and the three people next to him were no strangers to it, and agreed casually.

"By the way, have you heard?"

"What did you hear?" Fred asked curiously.

"There is a monster hiding in the Forbidden Forest." Shanna reminded in a low voice, "In the afternoon, when someone was protecting magical creatures on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, they heard a terrifying beast roar."

"Forbidden Forest, beast roar?" 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 continued with curiosity shining in his eyes, "We can ask Hagrid to go with him, and he will take care of it."

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

In just half a day, strange rumors began to spread in the school. There was some danger in the Forbidden Forest. Mystical creatures came to the periphery.
Rumors abounded that Professor Kettleber had planned to move most of his classes to Hogwarts on the lawn next to the Forbidden Forest.

　Freedom is over.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)