The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 550 skipping class
Influenza is something that can't be stopped sometimes.

Especially after October, the weather around Hogwarts changed suddenly, and the temperature dropped sharply.

The heavy rain slammed on the windows, and the grass outside was filled with a cold air that was visible to the naked eye. After seeping into the castle, many professors and students were caught with influenza.

"Haha, it would be great if it could be photographed." George looked at Albert, who was steaming on his head, and smiled extremely badly.

No way, this is Albert's rare black history.

Click.

The sound of taking pictures suddenly sounded, and the three people who were smoking above their heads all raised their heads and looked over.

I saw that Albert was holding a camera in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and took another photo of them.

"Pose up again. I decided to add this photo to the wizard card. The name is October Flu." Taking advantage of the stunned expressions of the three of them, Albert took two more photos and announced happily: "It looks like it's working fine."

"You guy."

"If you want to shoot, at least you have to shoot handsomely."

Fred snatched the photo from Albert, and after whispering with the two people around him, he hooked his shoulders and posed with the cup he had just finished drinking, asking Albert to take another photo of them photo.

After drinking the pick-me-up, the ears can start to smoke and this can last for a few hours.

When the four of them walked out of the school hospital, all the students in the corridor cast curious glances. Anyone who sees this kind of head smoking now knows that the other party has the flu and has just drank a refreshing potion.

Probably because of the embarrassment of this appearance, many students were reluctant to go to the school hospital for treatment after suffering from influenza, which led to more and more students being infected with influenza.

Now, the condition is getting worse and worse, Madam Pomfrey has to concoct a lot of refreshment potions for those students who can't bear it.Fortunately, most of these materials come from Hogwarts' greenhouses and medicine fields, otherwise it would really cost a lot of money.

Every day, students with severe colds are forced to go to the school hospital for treatment, so students with smoke above their heads are about to become a sight at Hogwarts.

After all, it was thanks to the bastards Fred and George that Albert got the flu.

When these two guys were doing Quidditch training in the rain, they accidentally caught the flu, and they didn't go to Madam Pomfrey's for treatment in time. As a result, Albert and Lee Jordan, who were in the same dormitory, were killed on the third day. Infected.

In the end, Albert and Lee Jordan, who were in a state of despair, gave them a hard lesson, and then they went to the school hospital for treatment together.

"Haha, isn't this Wood, you have a cold too?"

Seeing Wood, who was also smoldering from his ears and kept running up his head, Fred and George happily leaned over and hooked each other shoulder to shoulder, not at all embarrassed by their new looks.

"Really, I'm going back to rest first. For the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, remember to ask for leave for me." Albert casually found an excuse, and walked towards the Room of Requirement on his own.

"What a coincidence, I'm going to ask for leave too." Lee Jordan didn't plan to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with a smoking head, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was nothing good, since Lockhart became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts , this class has almost become a laughing stock.

"You two remember to ask for leave for us!"

After greeting Fred and George, Lee Jordan followed Albert and left. He had already had enough of Lockhart's class, and it was rare for him to skip class openly. How could he miss this opportunity?

"Hey, wait for us!"

Fred and George, who were chatting shoulder to shoulder with Wood, trotted to keep up, and they didn't want to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts class either.

In fact, some students have already given up hope on Lockhart, looking forward to a more reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester.

It's a pity that a certain person still doesn't have any self-awareness, and is performing stage plays for everyone in class every day. More and more students are questioning Lockhart's teaching level, especially the fifth and seventh grade students who are about to be framed by him.

At this moment, the Room of Requirement was filled with smoke, as if someone had lit incense.Beside the fireplace in the warm nest, Lee Jordan is adding wood to the fireplace to make the flame inside burn more vigorously.

"what is this?"

Lee Jordan put his head in front of Albert's notes, and he soon found that he could understand every letter on the notes, but he couldn't understand a single word when they were put together.

"Spell Notes, do you want to read it?"

Albert smiled and handed the notebook in his hand to Lee Jordan.

"Forget it, this thing makes my head hurt." He retracted his head and asked casually, "What language is this?"

"French."

"You guys must be showing off on purpose," Lee Jordan muttered.

The notebook was placed in that metal box. If Niko only gave two magic glasses, there was no need to use that kind of strict protection method.

There are a total of ten notes that Nico sent to Albert, all of which are studies on spells, and many of them are Nico's personal unique insights into spells.

only……

Although Nicole Flamel is indeed a very powerful wizard, he does not seem to be a good teacher.

The contents of these notes are very messy. Although there are many powerful things recorded in them, they are all stuffed into Albert, which also makes him a headache, and it takes a lot of time to sort out and study slowly.

In his words: You can see for yourself, and ask me if you don’t understand.

Albert suspected that even Professor Flitwick would find it difficult to study these notes thoroughly within a few years.

But he is a man with the blessing of panel skills. He sorts out the contents of the notes much faster than most genius wizards, but the communication with Nico is a bit frequent.

Recently, even Isobel couldn't keep up with the progress.

"How is your research going?"

Fred and George are studying the blueprint of the printing machine, which will be needed to print wizard cards and even various styles of cartons in the future.

After all, there are only so many people in the wizarding world, and the sales volume of goods is very limited, so it may not be realistic to order a large number of packaging boxes.

"Maybe, you can ask Dad for help, he should be very good at tinkering with this kind of thing."

In the end, both Fred and George gave up. They found that completely remodeling the printing press was not a big project they could complete.

"We can try to outsource things to other people." Lee Jordan suggested after hesitation: "Don't the things we buy also have boxes? They must know where to find someone to get boxes."

"These things can indeed be solved by Muggles, but..."

Albert closed his notebook, raised his hand and shook the wizard card in his hand to remind him: "If you want to make exquisite wizard cards, you will inevitably need to use magic. Muggles can't help us solve this problem."

Moreover, the "Secrecy Act" is also a big trouble. Wizards and Muggles can't have too much intersection. It is basically impossible to cooperate with Muggles, and Muggle merchants will not accept such orders that are purely losing money.

It was still raining outside, and four people with smoking heads were sitting by the fireplace chatting. Their desire to open a store still had a long way to go.

(End of this chapter)