Since the start of school at Hogwarts, Albert's school life is back on track.
He no longer stays up late every day, goes to bed on time, and wakes up at seven o'clock on time in the morning.
On rainy days, I occasionally stay in bed and be lazy.
Yesterday, the weather finally cleared up, but this morning it started to rain again. Well, he was definitely not making excuses for staying in bed.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Albert went downstairs to dine with his roommates. There was already a large amount of oatmeal porridge, pickled herrings, slices of bread, and plates of golden fried eggs and slices of bread on the long Gryffindor table.
Pan-fried bacon.
The pickled herring has not been fermented. After pan-frying, the meat is hard and a little salty, so it is suitable for oatmeal porridge.
Of course, that's assuming no sugar or milk is added to the oatmeal.
"Good morning. Have you heard about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Angelina picked up a bowl of oatmeal with milk and sat on the chair opposite Albert.
This topic quickly aroused the interest of the surrounding students, and Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been a popular course at Hogwarts.
"What's the matter?" Albert asked.
"According to the Ravenclaw students, our first lesson is to learn how to deal with boggarts." Angelina was adding sugar to oatmeal.
"You mean Roger? I heard it just now. He was still bragging about how he dealt with Boggarts." George curled his lips disdainfully, "As we all know, Boggarts basically pose no threat. The worst-case scenario is
I was shocked."
"The Boggart will turn into a creature that others are afraid of. It is said that when there are too many people, it won't know what to turn into." Albert thought about it. It seemed that Lupine only talked about this when Potter was in third grade.
Dealing with the Boggart. However, considering that Lockhart was a cheater and did not use "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense" to teach the whole semester, it is not difficult to guess that the progress is behind.
"I suddenly started to look forward to what I'm afraid of?" Albert took a bite of his homemade salted fish sandwich and thought about what he was afraid of.
"Failed the exam?" Shanna raised her eyebrows and said.
"I don't think he has ever worried about this kind of problem." Li Jordan took a bite of a piece of bread and said inarticulately, "I think it's because he has no money, that is, he becomes a pauper. Well, that's right, he becomes a pauper.
Poor guy."
"It's true that I like money, but I'm never afraid of becoming a poor man." Albert said angrily. After all, it is easy to make some money by becoming a wizard and having a system.
"I think it's because I have no books to read, or I have become an ordinary person." Fred said without thinking, "I bet on Nat."
"Then you must lose." Albert smiled and spread his hands towards Fred, "With Nat, who else wants to bet?"
Fred slapped Albert's hand away and complained dissatisfied, "I haven't lost yet."
"No, you will definitely lose." Albert said with a smile. "After all, what am I afraid of? How could I not know it?"
"Are you actually cheating?" Fred pretended to be shocked, making everyone laugh.
"I think it's busy work." George said: "After all, Albert lives a more comfortable life than anyone else, and he definitely doesn't want to be busy with work in the future."
"This..." Albert touched his chin and shook his head in denial: "If I were rich, I wouldn't have to work, and I wouldn't have to worry about busy work. Why most people work is not for money.
?In reality, there are very few people who work with interest."
"So... George, Nat brings it." Fred said with a smile.
"Ahem, by the way, when are we going to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" George coughed dryly and changed the subject.
"Don't change the subject," Fred said dissatisfied.
"I didn't say I wanted to bet." George protested, "You just misunderstood."
"How could there be a misunderstanding? We are twin brothers. Don't I know what you are thinking?"
"The first period in the afternoon is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Angelina took out the course schedule from her schoolbag, "However, I am a little worried that this professor will not be able to teach for a long time."
"That's for sure. A smarter professor would have resigned before finishing teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts course." Albert said matter-of-factly, "No one wants to be cursed and bring a lot of bad luck to themselves."
"By the way, what exactly is this curse?" Shanna asked curiously. "Do you know?"
"You want to know?" Albert smiled maliciously, "I have heard some rumors."
"Say it, don't sell it," Angelina urged.
"I heard it is related to the mysterious man." Albert said softly.
"The mysterious man put a curse on that position." Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, "You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing."
"How do you know?" Li Qiaodan asked curiously.
"They are all just rumors." Albert pretended to be mysterious and said, "There are many more rumors about the mysterious person. Do you want to listen?"
"Tell me." Fred was also curious. He knew that Albert had a wide range of friends, so it was not surprising that he would know a lot of messy things.
"Okay, you don't want to spread rumors." Albert pretended to be mysterious and said:
"It is rumored that a mysterious man has stolen Ravenclaw's diadem."
"It is rumored that the mysterious man can communicate with snakes and is Slytherin's great-great...grandson."
"It is rumored that the mysterious man is immortal."
"It is rumored that a mysterious man once opened the secret room."
"It is rumored that the mysterious man once served as the student union president of Slytherin."
"It is rumored that the mysterious man was once expected to sit on the position of Minister of Magic."
"rumor……"
"I feel like you are getting more and more outrageous." Zannah interrupted, "Let's go quickly, don't be late, we have herb class in the morning with the Hufflepuff students."
"Fifteen minutes is enough." Fred said without thinking, "We can also play a game of wizard cards."
While Albert was watching the two playing cards, Charlie walked towards this side and specifically warned, "There will be a Quidditch trial this afternoon, don't forget it."
"Got it." Everyone said in unison.
Charlie said hello to everyone and left in a hurry.
"You haven't bought a broom yet, have you?" The Weasley brothers all looked at Albert.
"Even if you order, it's not that fast." Albert spread his hands helplessly.
After Fred and Lee Jordan played another game of wizard cards, everyone headed to the greenhouse together. Their time was just right, Professor Sprout was opening the greenhouse door. As for Hufflepah, who arrived before them
Odd student, I was caught in the rain for a while outside the greenhouse.
Albert and others followed the crowd into the greenhouse.
"Today we need to repot the mandrake." Professor Sprout brought a large cardboard box with more than twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors inside. She looked around the crowd and asked, "Who knows why we need it?"
These earmuffs?”
"Hearing the cries of mandrakes can kill people." Seeing no one answer, Albert took the initiative and said, "Of course, young mandrakes can only make people comatose for a few hours."
"Very good, five points from Gryffindor." Professor Sprout nodded with satisfaction and continued to ask, "Now, who can tell me the properties of Mandrake?"
She swept towards the students in the greenhouse, and finally landed on Albert.
"Mandrake, also called mandrake root, is a powerful restorative," Albert simply recited the content from the textbook. "It is used to heal people who have been transformed or people who have been cursed.
Restored to its original state. It is also an important part of most antidotes. Of course, mandrake is dangerous. It is said that a wizard once used mandrake to defend against the dark wizard who invaded his yard because he threw
What came out was mature mandrake, which directly caused the dark wizard to die on the spot."
"Absolutely correct, plus ten points. As Mr. Anderson said, Mandrake is very dangerous, and its sound can be fatal." Professor Sprout saw everyone's uneasiness and comforted: "Of course, we
The mandrake here is still very small, and you will be unconscious for a few hours at most if you hear its cry."
"Did you eat the book?" Lee Jordan joked. He sometimes envied Albert's mind.
"You actually saw it." Albert pretended to be surprised and said, "How about you, do you want to try it? It will taste better with some soy sauce."
"No, thank you, my appetite is not as good as yours." He said angrily.
The twin brothers were snickering next to them.
"Okay, everyone come here and get a pair of earmuffs." Professor Sprout said to everyone.
Everyone rushed to Professor Sprout's position, and Li Jordan even helped Albert grab a gray earmuff.
Albert took the earmuffs and said thank you.
"Now, I suddenly understand why Professor Sprout's card effect is to throw mandrakes at the enemy." Li Qiaodan muttered quietly, "However, your effect should be changed, maybe it should be changed to appearance.
After that, it would be more appropriate to directly kill the entire audience."
"You are destroying the balance of the game." Albert couldn't help rolling his eyes.
"When I ask you to put on earmuffs, be sure to cover your ears tightly. I don't want anyone to faint because they didn't wear earmuffs properly." Professor Sprout said, giving two thumbs up and continued.
: “When it’s safe to take the earmuffs off, I’ll give you two thumbs up, like this.”
"These green and purple plants in front of you are mandrake seedlings, and your task is to repot them." She pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates and said, "Okay - now put on your earmuffs.
.”
After Albert put on the earmuffs, he couldn't hear any sounds outside.
"I wonder if there is a tape recorder in the magic world." Albert looked at the mandrake seedlings in front of him and murmured in his heart, "If the sound of the mandrake can be stored, it will definitely be an invisible killer.
The weapon is more effective than the shock bomb."
In the magical world, some people may be wary of wizards holding wands, but absolutely no one cares whether you are holding a grenade.
Of course, no one will care if you have a tape recorder.
"If not, let's find a chance to ask."
Professor Sprout had already put on earmuffs, rolled up his sleeves, firmly grasped the mandrake leaf, and pulled it out of the pot.
Suddenly there was a scream in the classroom.
Of course, since they all wore earmuffs, no one heard anyone else's screams.
What was pulled out of the soil was not a root like a beet, but a baby with light green skin, and Professor Sprout was clutching the leaves on its head.
As soon as this little guy was pulled out, he started shouting at the top of his lungs.
Now, everyone knows what Albert refers to as the "cry" of the mandrake.
Professor Sprout brought a larger flower pot, stuffed the mandrake into it, and quickly buried it with moist compost and soil, leaving only the leaves exposed.
She patted the mud on her hands, gave everyone two thumbs up, and then took off her earmuffs.
"I stress again, you must wear earmuffs later." Professor Sprout reminded loudly: "I don't think you want to miss this class, groups of four - there are many here
Big pot - the compost is in the bag over there."
Of course, Albert was in a group of four, and after everyone put on their earmuffs, Professor Sprout signaled that everyone could start.
Pulling mandrakes out of the soil is a physical job, and it's not as easy as Professor Sprout did.
It's harder than pulling up radishes in the field, and mandrakes don't want to be pulled out of the soil.
Li Qiaodan tried his best but failed. In the end, Fred helped to pull it out. The worst thing was that this guy didn't want to go back after he came out. He twisted his body, kicked his feet, and waved.
Holding his small fists, he looked like a living person who didn't want to be stuffed into a coffin.
"It's really interesting, isn't it?" Fred smiled and poked Mandrake's cheek with his finger, only to be bitten on his finger.
Fortunately, he was wearing dragon skin gloves.
George couldn't help laughing when he saw this.
Li Qiaodan didn't smile. He was fighting with the mandrake that was blocking the mouth of the basin with his feet, unwilling to be stuffed into the basin.
As for Albert, he directly took violent measures and forced the mandrake into the flower pot, and quickly buried it with moist soil and compost, successfully completing the first repotting.