As December approaches, the weather gets even colder.
Albert woke up in a daze. He blinked and found that the room was still dark. He knew that he had woken up early. He was feeling sleepy. He reached out to cover his yawn and prepared to go back to sleep.
Unfortunately, after lying back, he found that he couldn't fall asleep for some reason. He turned his head and looked at the copper stove in the center of the room. A blue flame was burning in the stove. In order not to affect the quality of his sleep, the light on the stove was specially adjusted.
Blocked by the shell, only the lower circle emits blue light, silently providing warmth to the room.
This is Albert's improved stove No. 3, which is far safer than using a glass jar to contain a flame.
Albert reached out and groped around the pillow, took out the magic wand placed next to the pillow and waved it. The magic desk lamp on the bedside table lit up, and the pale light suddenly illuminated the room. Unfortunately, the magic lamp 1.3
The current practicality of the version is still very low.
When lighting the lamp, Albert caught a glimpse of a letter under the desk lamp, shook his wand, and the envelope automatically flew to Albert's hand.
The letter was sent from home. Daisy asked him to remember to go home during the Christmas vacation. There was also a reply from her sister Nia. She expressed that she missed Tom and asked if Tom had successfully lost weight.
Albert glanced at the stove, which was Tom's position. At this moment, the whole cat was huddled in his bed, leaving only one tail exposed. It felt very interesting.
Alas, it is very difficult to lose weight for a fat cat. It is the best result that Tom does not continue to gain weight.
"Good morning!" Fred greeted Albert while covering his yawn.
"Who wants to go home for the holidays this year?" Li Jordan also woke up, and this guy was huddled in bed chatting with them.
"Why is there a letter from me here?"
George took the letter on the bedside table with some confusion, reached out and scratched his head. He was still confused.
"I guess the owl is late, so I asked the house elf to help deliver the letter directly." Albert was not surprised. It had been snowing for the past two days, and the owl had to fly through the snowstorm. It was indeed hard work, so it was not difficult to be late.
understand.
"Written from home, it seems we can't go home for Christmas vacation today." After George read the letter, he threw it directly to Fred, "They are going to Romania to visit Charlie, so we can only stay in school.
It’s a holiday.”
"Lee Jordan, do you want to stay?" Fred opened the letter, glanced at it, and turned his head to ask his partner who was still in bed.
Li Jordan covered a yawn, looked at Albert and asked: "Forget it, I want to go back, and Albert should go back too!"
"I have to go back. I sent a letter from my family, asking me to go back for the Christmas vacation." Albert knew that his time with his family was limited, so he didn't want to waste it.
"I'm going to take a nap. Remember to call me when you go downstairs for dinner." Li Jordan was about to go back to sleep, but it was too early now.
"Are you going to continue sleeping?"
"This is not nonsense, it's only six o'clock in the morning, I dare say Filch is definitely not up yet." Li Jordan pulled up the sheet to cover his head.
"How about we sneak over and surprise Filch?" George suggested excitedly. "We can put a few noise bombs we made a while ago into his room."
"Then you get targeted by Filch. Come on, there is no need to do that, and your noise bomb is not easy to use." Albert looked at the twins who were ready to commit suicide and couldn't help but shake his head.
A noise bomb is something like a ball. When thrown, it will make a loud noise and startle others.
Well, this is the effect, there is no other use.
This thing is actually a joke prop made by the twins to imitate Albert's Banshee's Wail, but unfortunately the effect is just that. Currently, Fred and George are following Albert's suggestion to add a choking flavor to the noise bomb.
With black smoke that is difficult to disperse, there is a tendency to develop into smoke bombs.
"Come over quickly and take a look at this..." George suddenly said.
"Stop arguing, let me sleep for a while." Li Qiaodan turned over and covered the quilt more tightly.
"It's Professor Quirrell." George said softly: "He is actually in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor of the castle. He shouldn't want to steal Dumbledore's treasures in the school now, right?"
"This kind of thing is unlikely. At most, he is checking the mechanism arranged by the professors." Albert shook his head.
"Could he be the dark wizard who broke into Gringotts?" Fred suddenly asked.
"It's probably controlled by someone using the Imperius Curse," Albert said.
"Professor Quirrell does not look like a dark wizard." George thought for a moment and agreed with Albert's idea, "The possibility of being controlled by someone using evil black magic is indeed not small."
"Why does Professor Quirrell wear that big scarf?" Fred expressed his doubts. They had been eyeing Quirrell's big scarf for a long time, but unfortunately no one succeeded in taking it off.
"It still smells like garlic." George thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's to divert everyone's attention? Or maybe he wants to keep other people away from him, so as not to let the professors see any flaws?"
"this……"
Albert suddenly didn't know what to say. Was the garlic smell on Quirrell's body just to scare others away?
He thought in a different way, and suddenly felt that what Fred and George said made sense.
If you have too much contact with other professors, it's easy to see flaws. If they know that Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort, you don't know what will happen.
"Should we tell Dumbledore about this?" Fred suddenly asked, "If Professor Quirrell really came to steal that thing."
"Do you have evidence? If there is no evidence, it is slander." Albert reminded, "Professors will not easily listen to you slandering another professor."
"But... what should we do?" The twins also felt that what Albert said was very reasonable. The professors obviously would not let them "slander" another professor at will.
"Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore should have noticed it to some extent. He is the greatest wizard in history. How could he not have considered this kind of thing?" Albert said his speculation, "I guess the principal is waiting for that person.
The thief takes the bait himself."
"I see, you are indeed Principal Dumbledore." As soon as Fred finished speaking, he suddenly froze again. He said, "Then we can't take risks in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor."
If Principal Dumbledore was monitoring the place, wouldn't they be caught directly if they went there?
"Don't worry, there will always be opportunities. The principal didn't say not to let us take risks."