In the next few days, Albert spent a lot of time in the Room of Requirement practicing the Advanced Patronus Charm. However, with no one around to teach him, and without the help of the panel, he wanted to make the guardian spell in a short time.
It is really not an easy task for God to speak words to humans.
However, these days of trying and practicing are not fruitless. The skill experience of the Patronus Charm has increased rapidly. Unfortunately, the advanced Patronus Charm does not appear on the skill panel, which makes Albert very helpless. He probably wants to
Only by upgrading the Patronus Charm skill to level three can you master the advanced movement of the Patronus Charm more smoothly.
Another equally profound traceless stretching spell was basically mastered by Albert after he was upgraded to the second level using the experience pool. He also created a palm-sized wooden box, and after the capacity inside was cast many times,
Permanently enlarged enough to accommodate Albert's small suitcase.
Albert put a lot of things inside, and then stuffed the box into the deformed lizard skin bag given by Hagrid, which was like carrying a shrunk version of the storage bag with him.
The wallet Hagrid gave me is really useful. It is not only anti-theft and secretive, but also you don’t have to worry about being troubled by people from the Ministry of Magic.
After all, a bag cast with a Traceless Stretching Charm cannot be taken out and used blatantly.
These days, in addition to practicing the Patronus Charm, Albert is also practicing how to sew gloves.
Madam Malkin from Diagon Alley has already replied to the letter, politely refusing to customize gloves for Albert and not wanting to do this business at all.
Albert was not surprised by this. If it were him, he would probably reject it.
As for the reason, of course it's troublesome.
The business of Madam Malkin's robe store has always been very good, and there is absolutely no need to spend time and energy on this kind of thing.
Although Albert was a little doubtful whether the business of Mrs. Malkin's robe store would still be booming after school started, after all, clothes were not disposable products, not to mention that there were only a few wizards in the magical world.
However, there was nothing he could do about being rejected by Madam Malkin.
Now I can only do tailoring by myself. Fortunately, Albert's hands-on skills are pretty good. After a few attempts using the shabby robes from the Room of Requirement, he learned the tailoring skill and upgraded it to level 1. He can barely do it.
A prototype of a cloth glove, the kind that can't be worn.
After making and discarding more than a dozen gloves, Albert finally got himself a decent template to wear on his hands. However, the time had quietly entered mid-February.
The Quidditch match is coming soon, and you can often hear students discussing the outcome of the match enthusiastically.
As the game approached, Charlie became more and more strict with the players, and the training was not pleasant. Albert said in advance that he had something to do and successfully escaped. Fred and George would always express their resentment after the training.
looked at him.
"Don't worry, I will go over and cheer for you during the game!" Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and comforted him.
"I think if you are willing to participate in the competition, our success rate of defeating Slytherin will increase by at least 30%." Fred also had a face full of resentment. Charlie's training made him very tired.
"You think too highly of me."
"Actually, I think as long as Albert says that Slytherin will lose, our victory rate can be increased by at least half." George said quietly.
However, a long time ago, Albert had already said that he felt that it would be difficult for Gryffindor to defeat Slytherin, so the twins' fighting spirit has not been very high.
"Is anyone making a bet?" Lee Jordan suddenly interrupted and asked.
"Traitor." Fred and George both glared at Li Jordan. They knew what this guy wanted to do.
"We also want to be together."
"Let's make money together."
"Do you want to match-fix?" Albert was immediately speechless.
"Of course we will go all out, but since failure is inevitable, we don't mind finding some comfort in other places." "At least, this can be regarded as another kind of victory."
Where is your moral integrity?
Albert suddenly wanted to cover his face. If the players themselves had no confidence, how could the team win the game?
"Guys, if you want to place a bet..." a senior student next door said to the four of them, "you can place your bets here."
Albert looked up and saw that he knew this man. His name was Kenneth Toller, one of the black marketeers in Hogwarts.
At the beginning, when Albert was selling anti-swelling agents, it was Kenneth Toller who helped him.
"If I know that you are gambling, I will tell mother about it!" Percy glared at his brothers fiercely, "And if Charlie knew that you wanted to buy Gryffindor and lose the game, he would
It will definitely be sad.”
"That's not our fault. Who told Albert to say that our probability of winning is not high?"
"Yes, yes!"
Fred and George decisively put the blame on Albert.
"Ahem, Percy, don't spoil the fun." Kenneth Toller coughed lightly and complained: "It's just a small bet. This is just a form of entertainment."
Percy ignored Kenneth Toller's words and strode away, probably...seemingly looking for Charlie.
Seeing Percy leave, Kenneth Toller didn't care. He turned his head, looked at Albert again, and whispered, "Last time, the batch of anti-swelling agent you gave me was good."
"Just tell me if you have anything to do."
"I heard that you have a bottle of Baffy's Brain Refresher. How about selling it to me?" Kenneth Toller licked his lips, as if Albert was fat food.
"How much do you plan to pay?" Albert asked curiously.
"I remember you said ten galleons last time, how about I give you twelve galleons?"
"Not for sale."
"Why?"
"That's the prize reserved for the winner of the wizard card competition."
"Oh, okay." Kenneth Toller was a little disappointed and asked, "Where did you get that thing?"
"Sent from Dagworth."
"Mr. Dagworth?" Kenneth Toller was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but widen his eyes, and asked in disbelief: "That potion master, Mr. Dagworth?"
"Um."
"You actually know him!" Kenneth Toller was dubious.
"We met while watching an opera in France last summer." Albert didn't lie. The two parties did meet for the first time at that time.
"Mr. Dagworth is watching the opera in France?" Kenneth Toller was a little skeptical. "Do you really know Master Dagworth?"
"Don't be surprised, Albert knows many famous wizards in the magic world." Fred whispered.
"Awesome." Kenneth Toller responded noncommittally, and asked in a low voice: "Can you get some more Baffy's Brain Refresher?"
"Is that a big seller?"
"Of course, you should know that Hogwarts exams will check whether students cheat." Kenneth Toller looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then explained in a low voice: "Dragon claw powder, intelligence enhancer.
They are all easy to detect, and even the Fuling Elixir is sometimes unreliable. The exceptions are Baffy Brain Refresher and Rune Snake Eggs. Although they are prohibited items for sale, ordinary students cannot
It's impossible to get it, and the professors who invigilate the exam will naturally... In short, many wizards who want to get good grades are willing to spend all the Galleons in their pockets for it."
"What's wrong!" Fred and George were listening to Kenneth Toler's story with great interest, when Lee Jordan next to them suddenly touched their ribs with his elbow.
"there……"
"Which way?" Fred followed Lee Jordan's line of sight in confusion, and saw an angry Charlie walking towards this direction.
The two of them stood up together and wanted to run away immediately, but it was already too late. Charlie came behind them and put his hands on their shoulders.
"I heard Percy say..." Charlie's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip with water, "Are you going to bet on Gryffindor to lose the game?"
Fred and George's faces froze instantly, and they mentally scolded Percy countless times.
They turned their heads stiffly and defended, "No such thing, we can't even get a galleung out of our pockets, so what are we going to bet on!"