The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 293 A group of pit bulls

When I left the Room of Requirement, it was not yet time for the curfew.

Albert said the password in front of the fat lady's portrait, and got into the Gryffindor lounge through the exposed passage.At this point in time, most people have already returned to the dormitory to rest.

"Where have you been?" Shanna looked at Albert who came in from the outside in surprise.

"Kitchen, do you want it?"

Albert shook the bag in his hand, which contained cream biscuits.

"Thank you." Shanna took two butter biscuits, made herself a cup of hot cocoa, and chatted with Albert about the difficulties encountered in the study, and then went back to the dormitory to rest.

"You're back. We're thinking about how to get you out of the Room of Requirement later?"

At the moment when the door of the dormitory was opened, Fred and the others who were playing cards turned their heads to look at the door, and they were a little disappointed when they saw that it was Albert who came.

How much do you want something to happen to you?
"I'm fine, I'm really sorry for you!" Albert said angrily with the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly. He decided not to share the supper he got from the kitchen with them.

"You succeeded?" Lee Jordan was even more curious about what Albert said. It is said to be a very powerful self-defense weapon.

"Successful, the effect is very good."

Albert took out a small cage from his pocket and put it on the table.

"What is this stuff?"

"mouse trap."

"Are you kidding?" Lee Jordan raised his eyebrows.

"Stupid, it's the Untraceable Stretching Curse." Fred had seen this kind of magic before.

"You actually mastered the Untraceable Stretching Curse, which is said to be extremely difficult." George said incredulously, "By the way, haven't you been practicing the Patronus Charm?"

"Professor Smith taught me to let the patron saint speak before I learned it, but I learned this first." Albert said, getting the unconscious mouse out of the small cage.

"Where did you get the mouse?"

"It took a lot of work to catch it in the corner of the castle where the sundries are piled up." Albert poked the mouse with his hand.

"What happened to the mouse?"

"I don't know, I guess he's dead!"

Albert picked up his wand and began to try to cast a revival spell on the mouse. He was more curious whether the mouse was dead or not, whether it was cursed, or simply passed out.

"The things you made shouldn't be life-threatening!" Lee Jordan said in feigned horror.

"I don't know, maybe it will, maybe it won't, I'm testing its power." Seeing that the restoration of vitality had no effect, Albert knew that the effect of the Banshee's Howl was very unusual.

"I think the mouse should be dead!" Fred poked the mouse curiously.

"No, otherwise you think Albert would foolishly cast a curse on the mouse?" Lee Jordan shook his head.

"This...couldn't be...Percy's Scabber?" George, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly.

"Certainly not. Then again, isn't Percy's rat going to die soon?"

"I think it's still alive and well." Fred asked in amazement, "Can ordinary mice live so long?
"Who knows!" Of course Albert knew that mice couldn't live that long, but humans could, but this wasn't what he needed to pay attention to at the moment. He took out a small packet of very dark salt from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"Salt, give me a hand and pry the mouse's mouth open." Albert signaled the three of them to come over and help.

It took them a while to get the hapless mouse to swallow the salt.

It didn't take long for the mouse, which had been tossed to death, finally woke up, but it was listless and looking bad.

"It actually worked." Fred looked at the waking mouse, and then his eyes fell on the small packet of discolored salt. After looking up and down curiously, he picked up a little and put it in his mouth.

"What the hell is this?" Fred's expression became distorted instantly, he spat out the contents of his mouth again, and squatted on a plate, retching continuously.

"Salt is only processed, and its effect is similar to that of potion. After all, you dare to eat something you don't know." Albert glanced at Fred, admiring Fred's ability to kill.

"What good thing have you made, show it to us." George urged, he was curious about what Albert had done.

"I'll let you guys try it some other day. Now I don't want to faint inexplicably." Albert didn't plan to let them use the Banshee's Howl in the dormitory. He knew who these people were. If someone got it, he probably I can't wait to open it, not to mention cheating myself, and causing other people to be unlucky.

Facts have proved that Albert's decision is correct.

The next afternoon, in the Room of Requirement.

Albert looked at the three people who fell on the ground, his face full of helplessness.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to plug in his earplugs before giving Fred the Banshee's Howl.

Sure enough, that bastard Fred opened it immediately after he got the Howl of the Banshee.

The three without earplugs fell down without warning.

Albert bent down, picked up the Banshee's Howl from the ground, and after confirming that it was not damaged, he closed the Banshee's Howl again, glanced at the roommate who had fallen to the ground, and sighed softly.

If you don't die, you won't die, why don't you know?
Albert tried the resurrection spell on several people, but it turned out to be as ineffective as the little mouse.He took out the salt he had prepared in advance from his pocket, pried open Lee Jordan's mouth, and fed him. He also poured him a small glass of water, and moved his Adam's apple for them to swallow.

Then, he continued to cast spells to bring him back to life.

"What's wrong with me, it hurts, it hurts!" Li Qiaodan covered his head, and hit his head when he fell just now, "Bah, what the hell is this?"

He started crouching next to him and retching, looking miserable.

"That idiot Fred used this thing, and you all passed out in the end." Albert shook the Banshee's Howl in his hand and explained casually.

Lee Jordan's face was distorted in anger, and he really wanted to kick Fred. He blamed this guy for causing trouble and screwed all three of them.No wonder, Albert didn't want to give them a try last night. The relationship guy knew it would turn out like this.

Lee Jordan watched Albert wake up the Weasley brothers with a resentful face. The condition of the two of them was not very good either. They were both bruised and retching now.

George was the worst, with a swollen lump on his head.

"Did you already know!" Fred asked depressedly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Last night, I already said it!" Albert said angrily, "But if you don't listen, you will have to suffer a little to grow your memory."

"You guys must have done it on purpose!"

"So angry, hit him together."

(End of this chapter)