In the Defense Against Dark Arts office on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle, Professor Rowena Smith looked at the contents on the parchment in her hand and raised her head to look at Albert in surprise. The young student in front of him was just
Just by glancing at the ancient magic text on the parchment he gave him, he could immediately give the answer.
Even if Albert has made good achievements in ancient magic texts, Professor Smith does not think that the other party can translate it in the first time. The only possibility is that he knows or has seen it. After all, Professor Brod and Albert
The relationship is also very good. If the professor had shown similar things to Albert, it would not be strange for the other party to be able to translate it at the first sight.
"I've seen it before." Albert admitted straightforwardly, "Professor Brod once asked me to help translate something similar, and the content basically didn't change much."
Professor Smith stared at the parchment and fell into silence. To be honest, he was very embarrassed now, because with Albert's intelligence, he had naturally figured out that what he showed him was actually split from a large piece of ancient magic text.
And I don’t want the other party to know the content.
"I suggest you show me the entire content so that I can translate it better. Of course, if it's inconvenient, forget it!" In fact, Albert could guess where those ancient magic texts came from.
Yes, even if Professor Smith is not willing to share it, he will naturally be able to see it when he enters the Ravenclaw knowledge treasure house, so Albert does not care too much whether Professor Smith is willing to share these records of ancient magic texts with him.
"In a few days, I will sort them out, and I'll leave it to you then." Professor Smith was silent for a moment, and then quickly made a decision. Although he also has considerable attainments in ancient magic texts, he has nothing to do with Albert.
In comparison, the gap is really a bit big?
At least, Professor Smith looked in that secret room for a long time and still could not fully understand the meaning of those ancient magic words left on the wall.
"That's my honor." Albert smiled.
"Go and do your own business!" Professor Smith said to see the guest off.
Albert stood up, nodded to Professor Smith, turned around and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
"Did Professor Smith come to Hogwarts for the Ravenclaw treasure trove of knowledge?" Albert stood at the end of the corridor and murmured, looking at the heavy rain outside.
"Tell me, when will this heavy rain stop?" Soon after, Fred's voice rang in his ears.
"Who knows?"
"If you miss this time, I probably won't have the chance to go into the forest to look for jumping toadstools this year." Lee Jordan looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, then turned to look at Albert. Not only him, but also the Weasley brothers.
Looking at Albert.
"Don't look at me like that. I won't rush into the woods on this rainy day." Albert opened the package, stuffed a hard candy into his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and said, "So, you should give up."
He looked around to make sure there was no one else, and then continued: "When the time comes, we can get it from Greenhouse No. 3 or the pharmacy in Diagon Alley."
On a rainy day, going into the woods to look for something in the rain is definitely something that someone with a weak brain would do. In such weather, Albert wanted to go back to the common room, sit by the fireplace, read a book, and enjoy the leisurely rainy day.
That is the life that people should live.
"The common room is full of people now." George reminded him with a smile, as if he could see through Albert's thoughts at a glance.
To be honest, for a Quidditch player, this little rain is nothing. After all, all Quidditch players train rain or shine.
But... speaking of this.
George suddenly looked at Albert with strange eyes.
Doesn't this guy... hate the rain?
They once suspected that the fundamental reason why Albert was unwilling to become an official Quidditch player was that... he was unwilling to go to the Quidditch field for training in rainy weather.
On rainy days, Albert preferred to stay by the stove and read a book.
"Then go to the auditorium, just in time to finish this week's homework." Albert comforted casually: "Maybe, this is just a shower, and it will stop soon. Before the rain stops..."
Albert already regretted saying these words, because his words really came true. It was just a shower. The rain came and went quickly. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the rain stopped.
It stopped completely and the sky began to clear.
Albert, who had just written half of his thesis, had no choice but to go out with the three of them to look for jumping toadstools in the Forbidden Forest.
This kind of mushroom has a special meaning to the four people. In order to study it, the four people spent a lot of time and energy to inquire about the relevant information about the jumping toadstool, and how to catch it and how to convert the jumping toadstool into galleons.
Research.
Therefore, Fred and the others have put in so much effort and do not want to give up this obsession easily.
Like last year's garlic planting, as long as time goes by a little longer, it will probably be forgotten soon!
"Hagrid should be in his hunting lodge, but we'd better go around and enter the forest from the side." Fred mentioned the entrance to the Forbidden Forest where he last entered, which was far away from Hagrid's hunting lodge and not easily accessible by the sea.
Ge noticed.
"Don't think we haven't prepared anything." George said mysteriously: "We know a few places where we may have a chance to find jumping toadstools."
"Remember the last time we entered the woods?" Fred then added: "The route we took..."
"You actually plan to deceive me with these nonsense? I followed you deep into the Forbidden Forest last time." Albert got a pair of rain boots and put them on himself.
It had just rained, and the ground was wet and muddy. Albert didn't want to make a mess, so he pulled up the hood of his cloak to cover his head to prevent the residual rainwater from the forest from spilling on his body and making his clothes wet.
"We'd better come back before five o'clock. Winter nights come very early." Albert glanced at the pocket watch in his hand and said to Fred and others: "There are still two and a half hours."
"That should be enough time, if we're lucky enough."
"Did you bring the Felixir?" Fred asked in a low voice. This was the source of their confidence. After drinking the Felixir, Albert was so lucky that he didn't need to worry about finding the jumping toadstool.
.
"Bring it." Albert was quite helpless. Before he had the ability to prepare the elixir, he drank a little or a little.
"It only takes about two or three hours of dosage," said Lee Jordan comfortingly.
Albert couldn't help but rolled his eyes and took a small sip. How could it be so accurate?