The good weather in September did not last long. Half a month after arriving at Hogwarts, the sky finally started to rain again. It has been raining since the morning and has not stopped yet.
However, for Albert, who was nestled in the castle, rain was nothing, since it wouldn't get him wet anyway.
At this moment, Albert was sitting comfortably by the window, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, drinking freshly brewed milk tea, and writing letters to old friends.
Tom was lying next to him, his eyes staring at the owner of the letter. His eyes occasionally drifted to the cup of milk tea, and his paws were a little itchy, but in the end he did not take any action.
Ever since the last time he stupidly put his paw into the cup and Albert caught him and held the dried fish for several days, Tom has never touched the tea cup again.
Albert glanced at his cat, then withdrew his gaze and focused on the letter again. This was a letter to Adolphe Fournier. The Frenchman's relationship with Albert had faded.
A while ago, Albert had acquired the technology to make a double-sided mirror and had improved the panel skills. Then based on his understanding of the double-sided mirror theory based on the panel skills, he revealed some of the technology to Mr. Adolphe Fournier.
All right!
In fact, he slapped the French guy hard with facts and technical knowledge, making Mr. Fournier lick his face again, be enthusiastic, and take the initiative to contact Albert.
Of course, in order to obtain the technology to restore the double-sided mirror, Mr. Fournier did not even have to sacrifice his own face. He is really not so enthusiastic now. He writes letters to Albert every few days, and thanks to the owl
It's not the same one, otherwise I would have died of exhaustion on the way.
After all, there is still a distance between France and the UK.
Neither side feels at ease.
Albert's target was the technology possessed by the Frenchman. Adolphe Fournier had good attainments in alchemy and also invented many good things, such as memory balls.
The memory ball is an enchanted glass ball that seems to be filled with white smoke, somewhat similar to a divination crystal ball used for divination. When you hold it in your hand, if it turns red, it means you have forgotten something.
Of course, to put it bluntly, the memory ball is a kind of enchanted toy. This thing usually only lasts about half a year. Albert used a similar method to invent an intrusion alarm for himself.
Well, it actually means using an invasion spell on an object. When you put it in your pocket, it will start to get hot if a wizard comes near.
However, the alarm has a worse problem. As long as there is a wizard other than yourself around, the alarm will immediately sound.
It was a semi-waste thing, but a skill called Siren did appear on the panel. He felt that this skill should be very useful. The problem was that it took experience to activate the skill, and when making it, the wizard also required mastery of the invasion spell.
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In the letters, Albert discussed the idea of a magic lamp with Mr. Adolphe Fournier.
This task has been on the panel for a long time. If he wants to complete the task, he must at least have a direction first. As an expert in this field, Mr. Adolphe Fournier may be able to help him.
As for the double-way mirror technology, Albert didn't mind giving it to the other party. He didn't care at all whether Mr. Adolphe Fournier could copy Blair Bursted's double-way mirror. Anyway, as long as he added the skill level,
You can come up with better technology.
Let's first squeeze all the value out of Mr. Adolphe Fournier.
Of course, this can be regarded as mutual benefit to a certain extent.
Suddenly there was a commotion next to him. Tom turned around and saw two girls whispering and giggling.
"you go!"
"No, you go!"
"Okay, let me go!"
A little girl took up the courage and walked over. She had brown eyes and long blond hair.
"What's matter?"
Albert finished drinking the milk tea, stuffed the letter into the envelope, and turned his head to look at the two little girls pushing each other.
"They said you can tell fortunes?" one of the girls said.
"Divination?" Albert put down the tea cup and said gently: "I did learn a little bit of divination knowledge in the divination class. However, the rumors in the school cannot be believed."
"Can you……"
"Can I tell you a divination?" Albert finished the words for the other party.
The two little girls nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
"Why do you still do divination when you know it's a lie?" Albert asked with a smile.
The two of them didn't answer, and Albert stopped delving into the topic. After thinking about it, he said, "If this doesn't happen next time, who will start first?"
"me!"
"What's your name?" Albert confirmed.
"Lavender Brown," the girl said nervously.
"Okay, Miss Lavender Brown, remember your prophecy." Albert was silent for a long time and said in a vague voice: "You will gain a romantic story of your own. It is up to you whether to pursue it or not.
Whether it lasts or not depends on him.”
"Does romance mean love?" Lavender Brown asked curiously.
Albert smiled, did not answer, looked at the other little girl and asked, "What about you? Tell me your name."
"Parvati Patil."
"Remember your prophecy, Miss Parvati Patil." Albert paused for a long time before saying vaguely, "At the ball, you will dance with your warrior."
"Can you give it to me too..." the round-faced boy next to him asked with a blushing face.
"What's your name?" Albert asked.
"Neville Longbottom," the boy said.
"You are a qualified Gryffindor. Your courage is not what you see on the surface. Plants are destined to you, and there will be a place for you in the school." Albert said after recalling Neville's message.
He suddenly discovered that he also had the potential to be a fortune teller.
"That's it."
Someone asked in confusion.
"That's it, don't look for me no matter what." Albert glanced at the speaker and said calmly.
Everyone dispersed in disappointment. No matter how they looked at it, Albert seemed to be perfunctory with the three freshmen.
"Why, do you want it too?" Albert looked at Hermione next to him and asked.
The latter hesitated for a long time before nodding.
In fact, Hermione didn't really believe this kind of thing. It looked like Albert was fooling them, but she also heard that Albert's words were sometimes accurate. After all, the two predictions about Harry came true.
Really, regardless of whether it was a prophecy or not.
"Before winter comes, you will no longer be alone. Of course, it depends on your decision." Albert said.
Hermione was stunned, because whether she could find friends really depended on her own decision.
"Sorry to bother you with coaxing the little girl." Fred and George, who were all wet, walked towards this side.
"Quidditch training is over?" Albert asked, not caring about the teasing, looking at the two people who were soaked in the water.
"It's over. It's really annoying."
"Harry's performance is great and our names will be engraved on this year's Quidditch Cup."
Albert shrugged nonchalantly and said softly, "There will be twists and turns."
"Shut up."
"asshole."
Both of them wanted to take off their socks and block Albert's mouth.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just talking about the twists and turns."
Albert waved his wand, and white water vapor steamed up from the Weasley brothers' bodies, filling the common room. He waved his wand again, whipping up a gust of breeze and sending all the water vapor out of the common room.
"Is it really accurate?" Hermione muttered quietly as she looked at the nervous Weasley twins who wanted to gag Albert's mouth.
