Chapter 685： Is confinement

The next morning, Albert opened his eyes and sat up suddenly from the bed, gasping for breath.

He just had a nightmare.

Dreaming that on the night of her wedding, Katrina became a bride and almost smothered him to death with her chest.

"No...you can wake me up in that way, don't you know!" Albert looked at the culprit who caused his nightmares, reached out his hand and hugged Tom in front of him, and said to the cat face. Say, "Go on your own, you should lose weight."

Meow!

After Tom was put down, he squatted by the bed, scratched his ears with his paws, and stared at Albert with his cute eyes.

"Selling cuteness won't work. Give me a good exercise. You are almost too fat to walk. Don't want to be lazy, I will let the house elves stare at you."

Albert got off the bed, quickly put on his clothes, opened the window, and a cold wind blew in from outside.

The rain stopped last night, but the sky was still gray, and the cold fog enveloped Hogwarts Castle.

Those fog must have been formed by the activities of the dementors.

It seems that it will be difficult to see the sun again for a while.

"Morning~ You got up really early today. Oh, hell, can you close the window first." Fred got up from the bed, stretched lazily, and was frozen by the cold wind blowing in from the window. , And retracted back into the bed.

"Sorry."

Albert smiled and closed the windows and began to tidy up the dormitory. By the way, he prepared a spacious room for Tom.

"The space inside is so big, you can already use the non-marking stretching curse to expand such a stable space" George walked to the side of the cat litter and looked at the expanded cat cage, exclaiming.

The space in the cat cage was actually larger than the dormitory in their room, and Albert prepared various toys.

"In the future, we won't have to bring a tent on holiday." Fred teased.

"It's okay. I hope to be able to open up a wide and stable space with the non-marking stretch curse, where we can grow the raw materials we need in the future, and we can also have a comfortable workshop to make those joke props." Te smiled and portrayed them the effect of the Wuhen Stretching Curse.

"Think about it as long as you open the cabinet and there is a workshop inside." Fred agrees with Albert's point of view. The capacity of a store is ultimately limited.

George reminded: "The Ministry of Magic prohibits wizards from abusing the Unmarked Stretching Curse."

"As long as it is not discovered, the Ministry of Magic will not come to trouble." Lee Jordan said disapprovingly.

"If you want to open a store in the future, the raw materials are also a big problem. Many things are grown and cultivated by yourself, which is more cost-effective than buying." Fred agrees with Albert's point of view. "If you say you will use the weather curse."

"Last time I went to France to learn from someone else." After Albert prepared Tom's breakfast, he shut it in this special cat cage.

"In this way, if we open a store in Diagon Alley, we don't need to spend too much money to rent those expensive stores." Lee Jordan felt that this would save money.

"Believe me, we will graduate from Hogwarts in three years and we will definitely not be short of money." Albert is not worried about the money. "But there is one thing we really need to worry about. We can't put those things in the store. Once the joke prop shop is on fire, it will definitely be targeted, so we need to withstand the Ministry of Magic's investigation."

"You are still cautious as always."

"I think it's also good to get a secret base."

The three of them thought of Gryffindor's secret base in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. The place was very secretive, and there were many traps, which made it suitable to be a secret base.

When the four people came to the auditorium for dinner, there was no one in the hall. Professor McGonagall walked over with a stack of paper and handed over the course schedule for each age to Albert.

"By the way, Anderson, come here, I have something to tell you." Professor McGonagall said to Albert.

"You guys send me the timetable, don't make a mistake."

Albert passed the timetable for each grade to Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, and walked with Professor McGonagall to a corner of the hall where there was no one.

"Professor McGonagall, what's the matter?" Albert asked directly.

"Anderson, do you know the Magic School Potions Championship?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"I know something, the author, Zygmunt Bach, is said to have dropped out of Hogwarts because the Hogwarts principal refused to let him participate in the so-called Magic School Potions Championship." Albert had guessed what Professor McGonagall wanted to say.

His words choked Professor McGonagall.

Zygmunt Bach is undoubtedly a potion genius, and his writing proves this.

Back then, the principal who refused to let him participate in the Potions Championship in the name of a minor, now seems to have become a "bad guy."

This is one of the black history of Hogwarts.

"This year, the Magic Garden is going to host the Magic School Potions Championship." Professor McGonagall gave a light cough and continued: "Someone recommended you to participate in the competition."

"My age should not be enough!" Albert reminded.

"The competition does not stipulate that minors cannot participate." Professor McGonagall was suddenly a little embarrassed when he said this, because Sigmund Bach was rejected by the principal as a "minor".

"Isabel should also be very good in the field of potions?" Albert asked again.

"Miss McDougal will also go together. There is no requirement for several people to participate, but there will be an assessment and the contestants will be deleted." Professor McGonagall explained: "From the weekend, Professor Snape will give you supplementary lessons. ."

"Can you change it?" Albert murmured.

Asking Snape to make up lessons for himself would undoubtedly be a crime.

No way, because of Lupin's relationship, Snape may not be in a good mood. At this time, he went to his place to make up lessons. Isn't it boring?

"What" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly.

"When will the Potions Championship begin?" Albert immediately changed the subject.

"Early November." Professor McGonagall said looking at Albert. "Professor Snape is an expert in the field of potions."

"I know he is an expert." Albert said without hesitation, "but I don't want to touch him. I can see that he is in a bad mood recently."

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth and didn't expect Albert to say it so bluntly.

"Professor Snape has been teaching potions for several years. When teaching you knowledge, you will not be affected by emotions." Professor McGonagall can only comfort Albert like this, "Moreover, we can't find other The Potions Professor is here to teach you about potions."

"Come on, no one at Hogwarts School has won the Golden Crucible for a long time, and I believe you can do it." Professor McGonagall interrupted Albert's words quickly, lest he heard any shocking words again.

Seeing Professor McGonagall's hurried departure, Albert couldn't help but curl his lips.

Seeing Albert's return, the gossiping Lee Jordan asked impatiently: "What's the matter with Professor McGonagall?"

"It is said that this year's Magic Garden will host the Magic School Potions Championship." Albert lowered his voice: "She asked me to represent the school in the competition, and then said that I would go to Snape to tutor this during the weekend. Knowledge."

"Oh, my goodness, go to Snape's confinement on the weekend." Fred and George both had your miserable expressions.

"It's tutoring," Albert said stubbornly.

"That is confinement." Lee Jordan murmured: "there is not much difference between the two."

"I don't think it is difficult to win the championship with your strength." George is very confident of his little partner. "By the way, when will you leave school?"

"November."

"By the way, the old bat would actually recommend you to participate in the competition, and always feel that he is uneasy and kind." Fred vomited.

"I don't think so." Albert shook his head.

"Is there no one else in the school going to compete?"

Fred felt that there should be no shortage of senior students in the school who are good at potions, maybe not as good as Albert, but they also have other advantages.

There was a sudden burst of laughter from the Slytherin table next door.

"The new third grade timetable." When George handed out the timetable to Harry, he happened to see Malfoy pretending to pass out again, his expression unchanged. "That little idiot, while the Dementor was checking the train car, I was scared and ran into our car."

"He almost wetted himself." Fred said contemptuously.

"Dementors are more terrifying than you think, but if you want to help those monsters, you can try to learn the patron saint spell, although that **** spell is hard to master. UU看书"

"Guardian spell? What's that?" Hermione looked away from the class schedule and asked, "Professor Lupin drives away the dementor's spell?"

"Yes, only the patron saint can get rid of the dementors, but the patron saint curse is a very deep spell, very difficult to learn, we have been learning it for a long time, and we haven't been able to master that spell. However, Albert played this spell out. Lots of tricks."

"I'm busy."

Albert, who studied fried tomatoes, directly blocked what Harry wanted to say.

To be honest, he really didn't understand why tomatoes should be fried.

What a hell.

"Yes, Albert is not free, he has other things next, Harry, you can consider looking for him when Albert is done." George reminded.

"You can teach him spells first, or Potter, you go directly to our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I think he will be willing to teach you, I used to do this." Albert did not intend to waste time on Potter. .

Harry said that he was not disappointed, and he was considering the possibility of asking Professor Lupin for the patron saint.

Ron pointed to Hermione's timetable and said, "There is a problem with your timetable."

"I will find a way."

"But you can't take three courses at the same time, can you?"

Hermione put away the timetable and interrupted Ron directly, "I have completely talked with Professor McGonagall, there will be no problem at all."

"She is probably going to be a avatar, just like Albert." George looked at his silly brother and shook his head: "It is said that it is a secret that can only be known by selecting all subjects. My silly brother, there are some secrets, you shouldn't ask. Yes, even if you ask, they won't tell you easily."

"I'm not stupid at all." Ron said angrily, knowing that Hermione had something to hide from him and Harry.

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