The two had a candlelight dinner in the Room of Requirement and exchanged feelings together. They had no idea that the outside world was looking for them to go crazy.
During dinner, after Principal Dumbledore announced to everyone in the auditorium the good news that Albert had won the Magic School Potions Championship for Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall was laughing from ear to ear, but she just didn't know.
Why, the smile on Professor Snape's face looks a bit forced.
To be honest, many people were confused at the time and had no idea what the Potion Championship was.
This matter only attracted everyone's attention after Professor McGonagall revealed that it was a potions competition that all magic schools around the world would participate in.
After all, that is the genius who defeated all the magic schools and finally won the championship. The gold content is too high, which basically means that Albert Anderson is the best potion genius in all the magic schools. This also makes this genius
A halo is placed on the wizard's head.
Many students wanted to meet Albert and listen to him talk about the Potions Championship, but he disappeared right after returning to school.
Fred, George and Lee Jordan all complained that Albert did not tell them the good news at the first time.
At this moment, the three of them were gathering together, not knowing what they were discussing.
It was already after ten o'clock in the evening when we separated from Isobel.
Albert met the almost headless Nick waiting for him at the entrance of the Gryffindor common room.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
"wait for me?"
Albert looked at the ghost in front of him and asked doubtfully: "What do you want from me, Sir Nick?"
"I've heard it all, you won another championship trophy!" Nick said excitedly: "Oh, by the way, Percy Weasley asked me to wait for you here and tell you the password."
"No, it's not the championship trophy, it's the championship crucible." Albert corrected with a smile.
"it's the same."
"What's the password?"
"Bastard."
"This command is not very friendly." Albert looked at the portrait of Sir Cadogan riding a pony.
"It's more interesting to keep the champion away." Sir Cadogan opened the door with disappointment and let Albert enter the common room.
"Thank you, Sir Nick, otherwise I would have to spend the night outside the corridor tonight." After expressing his gratitude to Sir Nick, Albert walked towards the entrance of the open common room.
As soon as he entered the common room, Albert felt himself being pulled in by countless hands, and almost lost his balance and fell on his back.
Screams, cheers, whistles, and the whooshing and banging sounds of fireworks immediately filled his ears, causing Albert to feel his eardrums ringing.
In the common room, the fireworks created by Fred and George kept blooming beautiful orange-red stars, and the scene was very beautiful and spectacular.
"Where were you just now?" Fred yelled.
"Everyone is looking for you." George shouted.
"We've prepared something to eat, Albert, come over and have some -"
"I'm not hungry. I just ate."
But no one wanted to listen to him, so a cup filled with butterbeer was thrust into Albert's hand, forcing him to drink another cup of butterbeer.
Lee Jordan even dug out a Gryffindor House flag from somewhere and insisted on wrapping it around Albert like a cloak.
The crowd was moving closer to him, surrounding Albert, making it impossible for him to escape and forced him to participate in this lively celebration. What was even more frightening was that these people kept shouting like irrational fans, and everyone wanted to
Find out how Albert won the Potions Championship.
"Quiet, please be quiet!"
Albert raised his finger and pointed at his throat, using a loud voice spell on himself.
His voice kept echoing in the common room, causing everyone to cover their ears in pain, and only then did this group of crazy guys stop completely.
"Well, if you want me to say something, at least keep quiet, otherwise you won't be able to hear my voice." After Albert finished speaking, all the students looked at him blankly, and there was a common break.
The sounds in the room gradually became quieter, and Nearly Headless Nick was also eavesdropping.
Albert recounted what happened, how he was selected to participate in the Potions Championship, and where he went to participate in the competition.
He took the Thestral carriage to France and went to the magic garden through the portkey.
In everyone's opinion, the Potions Championship is a boring competition. All schools come from all over the world and cannot communicate at all. The competition team is extremely busy due to communication problems.
Then, he briefly talked about the three rounds of elimination and the boring potion brewing. The content was so unpretentious and boring that it made people sleepy.
Before other students could react, Albert sneaked towards the stairs leading to the dormitory, finally got away from everyone, and hurried upstairs to the dormitory to rest.
In the dormitory, Tom's eyes were shining in the darkness. After hearing the door opening, he looked up in the direction of the door and yawned widely.
After a while, Fred, George and Lee Jordan came back. These guys also had a lot of cookies, candies, cakes and butterbeer in their hands.
"By the way, where were you before?"
"Isobel and I are going to have a big dinner, a celebration banquet cooked by the house elves." Albert threw the Gryffindor flag into the corner.
"The principal also prepared a celebration banquet for you in private?" the three asked in unison.
"You are overthinking it. I asked the house elf to help prepare it."
"I'm just telling you why you don't like the banquet we prepared for you." The three of them looked at Albert with resentful eyes.
"It's so crazy, I feel like I'm watching some rare animal." Albert reached out and picked up Tom, put him on his lap and petted the cat.
"Tell us the details, I don't believe the Potions Championship would be that boring!" George changed the subject.
"What I said is real."
"Believe it or not, you must have saved a lot of interesting things." Fred said firmly, biting a piece of biscuit.
"Interesting thing?" Albert thought for a while and said: "The Potion Championship is jointly organized by the Magic Garden and the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association. The president of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association is named Bernard, and a certain player in France is named Guy.
E. Bernard is said to be the grandson of that president, is this an interesting thing?"
"Cheating, absolutely cheating."
"That guy named Guy Bernard didn't win against you even though he was cheating." All three of them felt incredible.
"Guy Bernard was attacked in the second round and had a large amount of Aliote leaves stuffed into his mouth. He laughed so much that he couldn't participate in the game and had to abstain." Albert shrugged.
He shrugged and said, "In the end, the furious President Bernard called a professional to deal with the attack, but after checking the wands of all the contestants, the murderer was still not found."
"how did you do that?"
"I was also attacked by a student from Wagadu at that time." Albert covered a yawn, "That guy was good at using wandless magic. Many people thought he attacked Guy Bernard, but that guy
He never admitted that he did it."
"You brought two wands?" Lee Jordan guessed the reason immediately. They all knew that Albert had bought other wands on the second-hand market.
"Those who have gone through strict inspection can only bring one handful. The clothes are provided by the event, and there are patrols nearby." Albert said with an expression like "Don't accuse me wrongly, be careful to sue you for slander."
The three of them still believed that Albert attacked the unlucky Guy Bernard. This approach of leaving no clues was too much like Albert's style.
If Albert is unwilling, it will be difficult for you to catch him.
He did not let the three of them continue to discuss the matter, and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and placed it on the table, trying to divert their attention.
"What's this?"
"The recipes for the last game." Albert reminded mysteriously: "They are all very interesting potions."
"Why do I feel that these things are useless."
After reading the formula on the parchment, the three of them all looked at Albert in confusion. They didn't understand what Albert meant. Love potions and vitality tonics were not uncommon. They had never seen protective potions, but the three of them had never seen them before.
They all doubt whether that thing is effective.
"You don't understand, these things will definitely sell well in the future." Albert briefly described the effects of the three improved potions.
There was a brief silence in the dormitory.
After listening to Albert's words, the three of them fell into self-doubt. They really could not see the use of these potions, but why did Albert say that these potions would be valuable in the future?
Is this the difference between them and Albert?
This guy always finds ways to make money from every angle.