The next morning, the weather was gray and gloomy, and there was a gloomy mist above everyone's heads. While Albert was having breakfast, a drizzle began to fall from the sky.
At this time, there was a sudden noise in the hall, and the surrounding area began to be filled with whispers. Everyone seemed to be talking about something in a low voice.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know." George took one step ahead of Lee Jordan and ran to find others to inquire about the news.
"This guy stole my job again." Lee Jordan took out a piece of parchment from his backpack and handed it to Albert.
"What's this?"
"The list of top 16 players in the Wizarding Card Competition." Lee Jordan took a big bite of peanut butter-smeared bread and replied inarticulately.
After finishing the food on the plate, Albert picked up the list of players for the Wizarding Card Competition given by Lee Jordan. The selection of the top sixteen ended yesterday, and there was not much change from the previous session.
If we insist on making a difference, it is that a dark horse may have emerged.
A guy like Isobel, who rarely plays wizard cards, was actually able to defeat other players and easily reach the top sixteen.
"I just heard someone said that Filch found Kenneth Toller unconscious in the bathroom on the third floor." George brought back some unpleasant news.
Fred paused in spreading peanut butter on a piece of bread, then raised his head and looked at George, "Kenneth was attacked?"
"When Filch found Kenneth, his head had been stuffed into the toilet and his pants had been ripped off. He looked very miserable."
Everyone can actually guess who attacked Kenneth.
Eighth grade is Flint in Slytherin.
Last time, Kenneth Toller had the pants of Slytherin Quidditch captain Marcus Flint taken off, and the two sides became enemies. Just at the beginning of this month, Kenneth was found fainted in the bathroom.
Inside, my pants were ripped off.
"If he was in the bathroom on the third floor, why didn't anyone find him in advance?" Fred asked in confusion as he took a bite of bread.
"Someone should have cast a disillusionment spell on him, or he should have been stuffed directly into a cubicle. If he didn't wake up, it would be difficult to find him." Albert stuffed the list into his schoolbag.
"There's something weird about this," George muttered.
"Tell me what you found." Fred motioned for George to continue.
"Will Marcus Flint retaliate against Kenneth Toller twice?" George thought for a while and asked, "If the first time was revenge, what about the second time?"
"It's also revenge." Li Jordan hurriedly finished the piece of bread, picked up his schoolbag and left the hall with his roommates.
Neither Fred nor George agreed with Lee Jordan's point of view.
On the way to the divination classroom, Albert suddenly asked, "Have you taught Kenneth the Disguise Charm?"
"Taught it, Kenneth has already mastered it initially, although he is not yet able to use the Disguise Curse skillfully." When George answered Albert's question, he seemed to have thought of something.
"you mean……"
"This time, I guess Kenneth wanted to seek revenge on Flint, but he accidentally fell into the hands of the other party." Albert told the three of them his guess.
If that were the case, some things would not be difficult to explain.
If someone comes to trouble them, they will definitely give the other party an impressive lesson.
At this moment, Albert and his companions also realized that the Disillusionment Curse was no longer as reliable as before, and Flint was obviously on guard against it.
"By the way, there is one more thing." George whispered: "I heard that Kenneth can't remember who attacked him, and 80% of his memory has been erased."
"It seems that the other party is well prepared!"
Albert could guess what was going on without even thinking. Marcus Flint was preparing to take revenge.
"What are you going to do?" Fred also found it troublesome. Ever since they started researching joke props, they no longer wanted to waste time with that group of people.
"Look for an opportunity to catch them all and erase some of their memories." Albert was also prepared to solve the problem once and for all, and did not want to continue to entangle with them.
"How about you do some divination later?" Fred suggested, as they were about to take a divination class.
The second half of the divination class is about crystal ball divination. Currently, except for Albert, who is suspected of being able to predict the future, there are no other wizards who can predict the future. Most students just make up random things to deal with Professor Trelawney.
"That's a good idea." Albert walked up the stairs into the attic.
Before class, Professor Trelawney directly announced that crystal ball divination would be the main content of the final exam, and everyone needed to tell her what they saw in the crystal ball.
"Do you think we should think about what would be a better prediction when the time comes?" Lee Jordan laughed at himself in a low voice: "What about the prediction that Gryffindor will win the Quidditch Trophy?"
"I think we should predict that Gryffindor House will eventually defeat Slytherin House and win the House Cup." Fred said without thinking. "In fact, we did predict the future results."
"What did you see?" George asked in a low voice. Within his field of vision, there was nothing visible except the swirling white mist in the crystal ball.
"Well, I saw...an attack, and there were many people on the other side." Albert couldn't help but frowned, recalling the scene that passed by the crystal ball, and he speculated, "You and Fred may have been sneak attacked.
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"Child, tell me, what did you see in the crystal ball?" Professor Trelawney walked towards this direction at some point.
"I saw there was no paper in the bathroom," Albert muttered.
"Does this mean if you want to go to the toilet, you'd better bring your own tissues?" Fred joked in a weird tone.
The other students in the class couldn't help laughing when they heard Fred's teasing.
Professor Trelawney frowned, looking unhappy.
"Mr. Weasley, tell me, what did you see in your crystal ball?" Professor Trelawney's tone couldn't help but be a little higher.
After being asked to perform divination by Professor Trelawney, Fred started to pretend. After about two minutes, he told everyone that he saw a trophy and announced that Gryffindor would win this year's Quidditch trophy.
"Okay, dear," Professor Trelawney looked at the crystal ball and sighed, "I'm sure you've tried your best."
"She actually thought Gryffindor would lose the game?" Fred looked at Professor Trelawney's walking away and couldn't help but sneer, "Harry easily defeated Slytherin and Hufflepuff.
team, this year’s Quidditch trophy will definitely go to the Gryffindor team.”
"That's not the point. Albert said we will be attacked." George lowered his voice and reminded, "The other party may find a lot of helpers."
All three of them have participated in Albert's training, and their actual combat abilities are much stronger than most students. Even if the opponent is a senior student, their side will not necessarily lose.
But if the opponent has a numerical advantage, the situation is completely different.
"Why don't the two of us act as bait and take the initiative to lure the other party to the bait?" Fred obviously disagreed with George's point of view. Knowing that he was being attacked, but doing nothing to let the other party subdue him, this was not a stupid thing they would do.
What's more, they still have Albert. Even if there is a numerical disadvantage, they will not necessarily lose unless Albert is attacked by a sneak attack and knocked down directly.
The probability of this is very small, after all, Albert can see through those poorly executed disguise spells.
After hearing Fred's words, Albert was also stunned.
He understood what Fred meant. Was he preparing to use him as bait to lure him out and catch them all?
This seems to make sense, but...it seems a bit...
"We can't be sure when the other side will attack us. Don't forget that Albert said there are many people on the other side." Li Qiaodan rarely used his brain to think hard.
"If there are a bunch of people gathered, it means it must be meal time or weekend rest time."
"If we really want to do that, we can use him." George raised his finger and pointed at Slytherin's Montague. That guy's head was not very bright.
"I think this is a good idea."
The three of them looked at Albert, waiting for him to make the final decision.
"Okay, let's do this."
Albert glanced at the new panel task and nodded in agreement with the three people's plan.
After class, Albert deliberately whispered to Fred, George and Lee Jordan about the next plan, and it happened that Slytherin's Montague heard it.
"Do you think he will believe it?" Li Jordan looked at Montague's leaving back, not thinking that the other party would believe the conversation just now.
After all, they acted too obviously just now, as if they wanted him to hear it on purpose.
"No." Albert said softly, "But I think he will be smart, and that's enough."