During the Easter holiday, some Hogwarts students will choose to go back to spend the holiday with their families.
Albert didn't come home.
After all, the end of the semester is coming and so is the summer vacation.
Moreover, there are not many students going home during the Easter holiday. This is related to the heavy holiday homework assigned by professors before the holiday.
Regardless of whether I go home or not, I still have to do a lot of holiday homework, and... I won’t be able to borrow books from the school library when I go home.
Although most of the vacation homework may be specially prepared by professors so that students can prepare well for exams.
Daisy was disappointed that Albert didn't come home for the holidays, but she still sent him some Easter eggs.
On Easter day, Sheila brought the Easter eggs to Albert, and there was a photo in the package.
Albert picked up the photo and grinned.
In the photo, Tom is squatting in a basket of Easter eggs, incubating them.
I don't know why, but Albert always found this scene very funny.
By the way, Tom seems to be getting fat again.
Is it an illusion?
Sheila, who was left out, shouted dissatisfiedly to Albert.
"Sorry." Albert immediately took out the owl nuts from the pocket of his robe and fed them to Sheila, while he unpacked the Easter eggs, broke off the chocolate shell, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
Like previous Easters, Daisy will buy Easter eggs in a familiar candy store. The shell is made of chocolate and contains the chocolate-flavored toffee that Albert likes to eat.
"Would you like a toffee?" Albert handed half an Easter egg filled with toffee to his roommate.
"You also want to try my Easter eggs." Lee Jordan had already used his fingernails to pry open the Easter eggs as big as ostrich eggs and filled them with fudge.
"It's actually fudge." Albert couldn't help but sigh as he picked up a piece of fudge and threw it into his mouth.
"Otherwise, what did you think it would be?" Li Jordan couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Albert.
"Bibi's multi-flavor beans!" the twins said in unison.
"Hell, who's going to put Bibi Beans in Easter eggs?" Lee Jordan couldn't help but complain, "Do you want to eat jelly beans?"
"Of course." Fred ate a fudge, pinched another chocolate toffee, threw it into his mouth, and muttered, "George, do you think Mom will remember to send us Easter eggs?"
"Maybe she forgot." George said, "She was too busy after all."
"Mummy never forgets your Easter eggs." Percy walked over, handed the Easter eggs to Fred and George, then turned to Albert and said, "Professor Broad asked me to remind you
You, go find him at six o'clock in the evening, don't remember the wrong time."
"Six o'clock in the evening?" Lee Jordan repeated in confusion.
"It's an invitation." Albert explained casually, "Professor Broad invited me...Actually, I don't know what the professor invited me to do. I think it might be for afternoon tea."
"Have you ever seen anyone drinking afternoon tea at six o'clock in the evening?" George couldn't help rolling his eyes, "There is a limit to my random nonsense."
"By the way, you didn't tell us about this." Fred's eyes widened and he looked at Albert with disbelief, "I bet it must be a party or banquet."
"I am often invited to the office by Professor Broad for tea, and at most some refreshments."
"Why do I always feel weird when I hear you say that?" Li Qiaodan muttered.
"I will tell you whether it is a banquet or a tea party when I come back." Albert was not entangled in this matter.
Of course he knew what he was being invited to.
So-called academic gatherings.
"By the way, is this a Bludger?" Li Jordan pointed to the Easter egg on Fred's hand that looked like a Bludger.
"Why don't you open it and see what's inside?" Albert reminded.
"Charlie must have told his family that we were going to be batters." George opened the outer egg, and a strong smell of milk came out from inside.
Their Bludger eggs were filled with milk-flavored toffee, apparently homemade by Mrs. Weasley.
"Do you want to try it?" Fred threw one into his mouth, slowly chewed the toffee, and mumbled inarticulately, "It tastes pretty good."
Both Albert and Li Jordan took one toffee from the pile and threw it into their mouths. After chewing, their mouths were filled with a strong milk fragrance.
It tastes pretty good, but you can't eat too much toffee.
"Look over there..." George exclaimed, "What's wrong with Shanna?"
Albert raised his head and saw Zannah who was being hit hard on the head by textbooks, schoolbags and ink bottles. He picked up the wand and waved it gently to lift Mrs. Pince's spell.
"Are you okay?" Albert had already guessed what was going on.
"I was just in the library..." Shanna said out of breath, "I forgot that you can't eat in the library."
As expected, he was kicked out by Mrs. Pince.
"Thank you, Albert." After a moment, Shanna finally regained her composure, "It's really overwhelming. Do you want some fudge?"
Zannah's Easter eggs contained gummy candies of various flavors, and she was kicked out of the library by Madam Pince just because she ate the gummy candies in the library.
The Easter egg was very large and had a very obvious commercial label on it. It was purchased in the same candy store as Albert.
Albert ate a piece of gummy candy, which was strawberry-filled.
"As long as Mrs. Pince doesn't see her, it'll be fine." Albert winked at Shanna, "I often eat hard candies secretly in the library."
"That's a good idea." Shanna chuckled.
"Oh, don't peck." Albert felt pain coming from his elbow and immediately took his hand back.
"What's wrong with your owl?" Shanna looked at Sheila in confusion.
"It's urging me to write a reply." Albert muttered. He took out his quill from his bag and began to write home, not forgetting to ask Nia not to feed Tom too fat.
Watching the owl fly away, Albert focused on his review again.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Recently, I have been focusing on ancient magic texts, and I always feel that I have been a little lax about other subjects. I haven’t replied to Mr. Fusco’s letter yet.
"What are you thinking about?" Shanna asked with raised eyebrows, a little dissatisfied that Albert was distracted when talking to her.
"Nothing, I was thinking about how much homework I still have to do." Albert said casually.
"You are the last person to say this." Fred said resentfully.
"Let's go first, we have something to do later." George took Fred and left.
"Fred and George have always been mysterious and mysterious lately, and I don't know what they are doing." Albert looked away and continued to discuss homework with Shanna.
The professors once mentioned that those questions were very important and must be tested in the exam. Li Jordan had always been interested in them, which made it much easier for him to review.
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"It's almost time, I'm leaving first."
Albert took out his pocket watch, glanced at the hands on it, stood up and said to several people around him.
"Where is he going?" Shanna looked at Albert's retreating back and asked in confusion: "We will have dinner later."
"Professor Broad sent him an invitation letter." Lee Jordan organized the class notes and explained casually: "Invite Albert to have dinner with him."
"Professor Broad?"
"Don't you know?" Lee Jordan was a little envious of Albert's treatment and whispered, "Albert is Professor Brod's most proud student, no one else."
"I thought it was Professor McGonagall." Shanna said in surprise.
"Some time ago, Albert went to Professor Brod's office every week..." Lee Jordan began to reveal some trivial matters about Albert to Shanna.
"Has anyone seen Fred and George?" Angelina sat in the seat vacated by Albert, interrupting the exchange between the two.
"You said Fred and George..."
Albert didn't know what Lee Jordan said to the others. After returning to the dormitory and putting down his schoolbag, Albert straightened his appearance in the mirror and went to Professor Brod's office alone.
Professor Brod seemed to be waiting for him. When Albert knocked on the door, the wooden door of the office opened quickly.
"You are always so punctual." Professor Broad said to Albert with a faint smile on his face: "Okay, it's time for us to go. Don't let others wait too long."
"Where are we going?" Albert asked.
"McDougal's house." Professor Broad reached out and picked up a small box from the fireplace, handed it to Albert, and made a gesture of invitation to him.
"This is?" Albert looked at the shiny powder in the small box and immediately guessed what it was.
"Floo powder. Oh, I almost forgot, you haven't used Floo powder, right?" Professor Brod suddenly remembered this and introduced: "The use of Floo powder is very simple. First, you have to go
Go to the stove, then throw the powder into the flame, wait for the flame to rise, and then walk into the flame. At this time, you must make it clear where you want to go. The place we are going to is called the Lake House."
Albert pinched a handful of sparkling powder from the small box, walked to the stove, and threw the powder into the flames.
With a roar, the fire turned green and rose higher than Albert.
Albert hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the fire and called "Lake House".
In the blink of an eye, Albert was swallowed up by the flames and disappeared.
Floo powder's journey was also not pleasant. Albert felt his body spinning rapidly. He squinted his eyes and saw a series of furnace doors vaguely flashing in front of him, and he could vaguely catch a glimpse of the room outside the fireplace.
The swirling green flames made Albert feel dizzy, the sound of howling wind came to his ears, and he felt like he was moving at high speed.
Blinking his eyes, the rotation stopped, the whistling sound also disappeared, and Albert felt himself falling to the cold ground.
"It's really annoying."
Albert fell to the floor in embarrassment, and someone seemed to be helping him up from the ground.
"Welcome, Mr. Anderson."
A sharp voice sounded in Albert's ears. Albert, who had just stood up and was about to dust off the ashes on his cloak, was stunned. He looked towards the direction where the voice came from. It was a house elf.
A few seconds later, Professor Brod climbed out of the fire and stood on the carpet in the hall, dusting off the ashes from his robes.
"Gentlemen, please come this way, the dinner is ready." the house elf said sharply.
"Dinner?" Albert looked at Professor Brod suspiciously.
"Of course it's a dinner party. Let's go, don't keep everyone waiting too long."
This house is very big, not small at all. To describe it as a house on a lake is almost ridiculous.
Led by the house elves, they left the hall, walked through the corridors and stairs, and came to a sunroom with carpets and transparent walls.
The dinner was held in this spacious room. There were already three people in the room. Except for McDoug, the other two seemed a bit older.
Among them, the older one was probably over a hundred years old, and the other was at least eighty. They were all looking at Albert with curious eyes.
No malice intended, just curiosity and kindness.
"Albert Anderson, the genius I introduced to you, is good at ancient magic texts." McDoug pointed at Albert and introduced to the other two people: "Of course, there is also transformation. I was in it a while ago.
I read Albert's article on Transfiguration Today, and Professor Broad said that Albert's level in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms classes is also very high."
"I'm Albert, nice to meet you all." Albert looked a little reserved and nodded slightly towards a few people.
"Tiberus Ogden, an expert in spells and magic texts." McDoug pointed at the older man and introduced to Albert, "The "Magic Theory" you are using now actually mentions
A credit to Belous.”
The old man reached out and shook Albert gently.
"Gerber Smith." McDoug pointed at the eighty-year-old man and said, "He is good at transformation, divination and ancient magic texts. He is also an expert in alchemy."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After Albert shook hands with Mr. Smith, he felt a bit inconsistent.
But he couldn't tell where the violation was.
The dinner was sumptuous, but the food was relatively light. The five of them chatted while eating, using ancient magic script.
As McDoug said, everyone is an expert in ancient magic texts, and they are very powerful. When McDoug wrote that ancient magic text, he also received their help.
Smith and Ogden were equally surprised that Albert could use the ancient magic script so skillfully.
Sure enough, seeing it once is better than hearing it a hundred times.
Albert was very full, and they sat in a soft armchair and talked about ancient runes.
To be honest, it feels really strange for a young child to talk about academic theories among a group of old people.
But you have to admit that they are all a group of very capable people, they are also very knowledgeable in magic script, and they can speak in ancient magic script very well.
If an uninformed person came here, they would think they had accidentally traveled a thousand years ago.
This friendly conversation lasted until nightfall.
Albert also expressed his interest in alchemy to Gerber Smith and asked about how to use ancient magic texts.
Gerber looked at Albert's wooden bracelet and said with a smile: "There is actually nothing wrong with the protective bracelet you made. The reason for the failure is actually that you were unable to inject power into the runes."
Albert was a little confused.
"Rune writing is a mysterious text that contains mysterious magical power. However, what you are doing now, just carving it, cannot make rune writing have power." Gerber Smith explained, "Concentrate
Spirit, inject your magical power into the runes you carved. This is why runes are called magical words."
When wizards use this magical text to cast spells, the spells they use become more powerful. Only those who are good at ancient magic texts will truly realize this.
Perhaps, some wizards are vaguely aware of something, but they don't understand what is going on. They are just skilled in using the ancient magic text and have mastered the method of using it without knowing it.
Therefore, wizards think that ancient magic is more powerful, although that is true.
Unfortunately, the old man's energy was limited, and the conversation between the two parties ended here.
However, Gerber Smith and Tiberus Ogden indicated that they could establish friendly contact with Albert through letters in the future.
At around ten o'clock in the evening, the banquet was announced to be over, and Albert returned to school via Floo.
Albert, who had just stood up from the chair, realized something was wrong.
He looked from his side to the right. McDoug was in his forties or fifties, Professor Broad was in his sixties, Gerber Smith was in his eighties, and Tiberus Ogden was in his nineties or even a hundred.
, and what about yourself?
Twelve years old!
Someone is missing.
There is one less wizard in his twenties and thirties, and between himself and Mr. McDougal, perhaps there should be another genius in his twenties and thirties.
Only in this way can there be rules to follow.
"Am I overthinking it?" Albert murmured.
Before returning to the school through the fireplace, Albert suddenly asked: "Professor Broad, is there someone missing today?"
"Why do you ask that?" Professor Broad was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully.
"It's nothing, I always feel like there's someone missing from this banquet." Albert murmured.
"There are no shortage of people." Professor Broad repeated doubtfully, "There are no shortage of people. As I said last time, the dating of ancient magic texts is a bit serious, so it's not that there are fewer people, but that there are ages."
Albert always felt that there was something else in Professor Brod's words, so he slowly returned to the Gryffindor common room. At this time, the common room was still very lively and he did not go to bed.
Albert covered his yawn and returned directly to the dormitory. The other roommates had not returned yet.
He was holding the wooden bracelet in a daze, thinking about what Gerber Smith said.
It was almost half past eleven before Li Qiaodan returned to the dormitory, seemingly having a great time.
"Where are Fred and George? They are not with you?" Looking at Lee Jordan who returned to the dormitory alone, Albert frowned slightly. Hogwarts had a curfew after eleven o'clock.
"No, I haven't seen Fred and George since just now. I thought they went back to the dormitory to rest first." Lee Jordan also frowned slightly.
"Fred and George are not in the common room?" Albert suddenly had a bad premonition.