Chapter 623： Arrange on the road

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Since Harry knew the true effect of the blessing potion, he was temporarily not interested in this potion that was said to bring "good luck" to people.

Ok!

Harry was actually too expensive.

The price of 30 gallons for a bottle of Fuling Potion is not low, but according to Albert's tone, even if you can really spend money to buy Fuling Potion, it must be more than this price. It is not surprising that things on the black market are turned over several times. .

How many people are willing to be taken advantage of if a bottle of potion that cannot bring people real luck is sold so expensive?

At least, Harry was unwilling.

Although the Potter family still has a large sum of Galleons in the vault of Gringotts, it is not enough to spend money uncontrollably. If all the money is really spent, the Dursley family may not be willing to pay even one first. Ling bought him a magic book.

Harry didn't want to taste that taste.

"Where does he come from so many Garon." Ron murmured.

Ron’s mentality has been a little broken recently. Before the change, everyone was pauper. Ron wouldn’t care too much about the fact that he was poor. After all, everyone didn’t have money in his pocket, but he was stimulated by people around him three times recently. When he arrived, he became very sensitive about money during this period.

"What?" Harry turned his head to look at Ron, thinking about something just now, not paying attention to what Ron was talking about.

"Perhaps, Albert's family is rich?" Hermione said casually. "I heard that he was admitted to Eton College, but later chose to come to Hogwarts."

"What?" Ron looked at Hermione in confusion.

"Eton College," Harry corrected. He felt that Eton College must be much better than Smelting Middle School where Dudley attended. After all, the cousin Dali is not much different from the pig, and the intellectual gap between the two sides is probably even greater than the gap between humans and pigs.

"Students who can go to Eton College are smart top students, and usually need to have a certain amount of money..." Hermione was interrupted by Harry before she finished her words.

"I remember Hufflepuff’s Justin Finley said that he originally planned to go to Eton College, but he was not assigned to Ravenclaw?"

"There are always exceptions. Isn't Albert also in Gryffindor?" Hermione said calmly. "And, am I not in Gryffindor?"

Ron didn't pay attention to what Hermione and Harry were talking about, he was full of Garon now. He knew that Fred and George were planning to open a joke shop with Albert, and how many Gallons could be in the pockets of the twin brothers, even Ron could count them with his fingers.

It takes a lot of money to open a shop, and the family is destined to not be able to help them, so where does the money come from?

Albert paid for himself?

But where does he get such a large sum of money?

Provided at home?

Even if his family is rich, he won't let him squander it.

Moreover, during the summer vacation, Ron did not rarely see Fred and George inventing, but Garon was still full in their pockets.

Although there is no evidence, Ron suspects that the twins’ research funding may have come from Albert.

Although this may seem absurd, it is quite possible.

After all, Albert is willing to take out a dozen gallons every year as the champion prize of the wizard chess competition.

Could it be that his family is really rich?

You know, even Draco Malfoy, the Garon that can be used is actually very limited.

Oh, it's enviable!

"I'm going to the library, will you go together?" Hermione stopped at the corner and asked if Harry and Ron were going to the library together.

"Didn't your homework be done long ago?" Ron didn't understand what Hermione was doing in the library.

"Well, the homework is done. However, next semester I am going to take ancient magic texts. Albert suggested that I get familiar with it first so that I can better master this subject next semester."

"Sounds difficult." Harry said.

"Fred, George, and Charlie didn't choose the ancient magic text. They said that this course is difficult to really master." Ron has already decided to give up taking the ancient magic text in the third grade.

"You may not know that Albert is an expert in ancient magic." Hermione shared the news she had found with Harry and Ron. "Last time, I heard several senior students say that Albert and Others publish books together."

"Publish a book?" Harry was surprised.

"Yeah, I have to go now, lest there be no place for a while." After saying goodbye to Harry, Hermione walked towards the library alone.

"That guy is simply a winner in life, so what did he spend so much on buying elixir?" Ron looked at Hermione's leaving back, in a sour tone, "Could it be to avoid being attacked?"

Harry ignored Ron's words, he was attracted by Filch's cursing.

At this moment, the administrator is yelling for the stagnant water in the corridor.

Ron looked at Filch's departed back and said gleefully, "It seems that Filch is in trouble!"

Since Mrs. Lorice was attacked, Filch has often kept guards nearby, and the students passing by are often troubled by the administrator for various reasons.

When Harry and Ron passed by, they knew the reason for Filch's frustration.

A large puddle of water leaked from under the door of the girl's bathroom, flooding most of the corridor, and when I approached, I could hear the cry of Myrtle echoing in the bathroom.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron wanted to take a long way, and if he had to go straight there, he would have to get his boots and robes wet.

"I don't know, go and take a look."

Harry stretched out his hand and lifted his robe, stepping on the stagnant water to the door of the room where the "fault" notice hung. As usual, the two of them turned a blind eye to the sign and the girls' bathroom, opened the door and walked in.

If it were anyone else, UU Reading might have been scared by the loud, stern cry and fled.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked at Myrtle sitting on the toilet and crying.

Myrtle said tragically, "I am thinking about how I died here, and suddenly someone threw something on my head."

"I remember the ghost didn't feel any pain at all." Ron said suddenly, "Even if someone throws something at you, that thing will pass straight through you."

Harry felt like he was going to suffer.

The next moment, a stream of water sprayed from the toilet, splashing Harry and Ron together.

Myrtle akimbo her hands on hips, glaring at Harry and Ron, and screamed: "Everyone, come and hit Myrtle with things, because she can't feel it! You get 10 points for the belly and fifty points for the head. Minute!"

"Who hit you with something?" Harry stepped back and changed the subject quickly.

"I don't know..." Myrtle stared at them fiercely. "Things are there."

Harry and Ron looked in the direction Myrtle was pointing, and saw a small, thin black book lying on the ground, already wet with water.

When Harry picked up the book from the floor, he saw that it was a diary, and the faded date on the cover indicated that it was fifty years ago.

As soon as Harry was about to open it, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Albert appeared at the door of the bathroom, looked at the two people inside, and reminded with a slight frown, "I saw Filch just now, he is coming here with a mop, if He knows that you enter the girls' bathroom, and he will definitely be happy to find an excuse to shut you down and let others know about it by the way.

Harry hurried away with his notebook, completely unaware of the light gleaming under Albert's glasses behind him.