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Chapter 293 A group of scammers

When I left the Room of Requirement, curfew had not yet expired.

Albert spoke the password in front of the Fat Lady's portrait and entered the Gryffindor lounge through the exposed passage. At this time, most people had already gone back to the dormitory to rest.

"Where have you been?" Shanna looked at Albert coming in from the outside in surprise.

"Kitchen, do you want it?"

Albert shook the bag in his hand, which contained cream biscuits.

"Thank you." Shanna took two cream biscuits, made herself a cup of hot cocoa, and chatted with Albert about some of the problems she encountered in her studies, and then they went back to the dormitory to rest.

"You're actually back. We're thinking about how to get you out of the Room of Requirement later?"

The moment the door of the dormitory was opened, Fred and others who were playing cards turned their heads to look at the door, and saw a little disappointment on their faces when they saw that the person coming was actually Albert.

How much do you hope that something will happen to you?

"I'm fine, I'm really sorry for you!" Albert said angrily with the veins on his forehead twitching slightly, and he decided not to share the late-night snacks he got from the kitchen with them.

"Did you succeed?" Lee Jordan was even more curious about what happened to the thing Albert mentioned. It was said to be a very powerful self-defense weapon.

"It was successful and the effect is very good."

Albert took out the small cage from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"What is this stuff?"

"mouse trap."

"Are you kidding?" Lee Jordan raised his eyebrows.

"Idiot, it's a traceless stretching spell." Fred had seen this kind of magic before.

"You actually mastered the Traceless Stretching Charm. It is said that this kind of magic is super difficult." George said in disbelief, "By the way, haven't you been practicing the Patronus Charm?"

"Professor Smith taught me. I haven't learned how to make the patron saint speak, but I have learned this first." As he said that, Albert got the unconscious mouse out of the small cage.

"Where did you get the mouse?"

"It took a lot of effort to catch the mouse in the corner of the castle where the debris was piled." Albert poked the mouse with his hand.

"What happened to the mouse?"

"I don't know, he's probably dead!"

Albert picked up the wand and began to try to cast a resuscitation spell on the mouse. He was more curious about whether the mouse was dead, whether it was cursed, or whether it simply fainted.

"What you made shouldn't be life-threatening!" Lee Jordan said in a feigned panic.

"I don't know, maybe it will, maybe it won't. I'm testing its power." When Albert saw that the rejuvenation had no effect, he knew that the effect of Banshee's Wail was very unusual.

"I think this mouse should be dead!" Fred curiously poked the mouse with his finger.

"No, otherwise you think Albert would be stupid enough to cast a spell on a mouse?" Lee Jordan shook his head.

"This one, couldn't be...Percy's spotted one, right?" George, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

"Definitely not. Then again, isn't that rat Percy going to die soon?"

"It seems to me to be alive and well." Fred asked in surprise, "Can ordinary mice live for such a long time?

"Who knows!" Of course Albert knew that mice couldn't live that long, but people could, but that wasn't what he needed to pay attention to right now. He took out a small pack of dark-colored salt from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"Salt, lend a hand and pry open the mouse's mouth." Albert motioned to the three of them to come over and help.

It took them a while to get the unfortunate rat to swallow the salt.

Not long after, the rat, which had been tortured to the point of dying, finally woke up, but it was listless and looked very bad.

"It actually works." Fred looked at the waking mouse, and his eyes fell on the small bag of discolored salt again. After looking up and down curiously, he picked up a little and put it in his mouth.

"What on earth is this?" The expression on Fred's face instantly became distorted, he spat out the contents of his mouth again, and squatted on the plate while retching.

"Table salt is just processed, and its effect is similar to that of a magic potion. Speaking of which, you dare to eat something you don't know." Albert glanced at Fred, somewhat admiring the other person's ability to commit suicide.

"What good thing have you made? Take it out and let us see it." George urged, he was curious about what Albert had made.

"I'll let you try it another day. I don't want to pass out for no reason now." Albert didn't plan to let them use the Banshee's Wail in the dormitory. He knew very well who these people were. If someone got it, they would probably

If you can't wait to open it, you will get yourself into a trap, and it will bring bad luck to others.

Facts have proved that Albert's decision was right.

In the afternoon of the next day, there was a request in the room.

Albert looked at the three people who fell on the ground, his face full of helplessness.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to plug in his earplugs in advance before giving Fred the Banshee's Wail.

Sure enough, Fred, that bastard, opened it immediately after getting the Banshee's Wail.

The three people who were not wearing earplugs were struck down without any warning.

Albert bent down and picked up the Banshee's Wail from the ground. After making sure that it was not damaged, he closed the Banshee's Wail again, looked at his roommate who had fallen to the ground, and sighed softly.

If you don't seek death, you won't die. Why don't you know?

Albert tried the resuscitation spell on several people, but it had no effect on the little mice. He took out the salt he had prepared in advance from his pocket, pried open Lee Jordan's mouth, fed it to him, and returned it to him.

I poured a small glass of water and moved his Adam's apple for him to swallow.

Then, he continued to cast spells to restore his vitality.

"What's wrong with me? It hurts so much!" Li Qiaodan covered his head. He hit his head when he fell down. "Bah, what the hell is this?"

He started squatting next to him and retching, looking very uncomfortable.

"That idiot Fred used this thing, and you all fainted." Albert shook the Banshee's Wail in his hand and explained casually.

Lee Jordan's face was distorted with anger, and he wanted to kick Fred. He blamed this guy for causing trouble and tricking all three of them. No wonder Albert didn't want to give them a try last night.

I should have known it would turn out like this.

Lee Jordan watched with resentment as Albert woke up the Weasley brothers. The two of them were not in good condition either. They were both bruised and were retching now.

George was the most unlucky, with a swelling on his head.

"Did you know this already?" Fred asked depressedly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I already said it last night!" Albert said angrily: "But you just don't listen, and you have to suffer some losses to remember."

"You must have done this on purpose!"

"So angry, let's beat him together."


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