On the weekend, Albert woke up early in the morning.
no way.
At six o'clock in the morning, when it was just getting light, Wood knocked on the door of the dormitory, woke up Fred and George who were still asleep, and took them to the Quidditch pitch for early practice.
Naturally, the other unlucky guys in the dormitory were also woken up. Amidst Lee Jordan's complaints, Albert was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but found that he could no longer fall asleep.
While eating breakfast, Albert covered his yawn and flipped through the new issue of the Daily Prophet.
He read a report by Rita Skeeter, and his original drowsiness suddenly disappeared. Although the entire article was mocking the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic, Albert was able to make some general remarks from the article.
Content: The Ministry of Magic is looking for a wizard named Jack because the guy smuggled dragon eggs into the UK without permission. Wizard Jack is currently missing.
Mention of dragon eggs in the newspaper?
This should be a sign that many things do not happen for no reason.
It seems that Quirrell has probably already acquired the dragon egg.
In order to avoid being suspected by Hagrid, Quirrell could not directly hand over the dragon egg to Hagrid. He had to wait until Hagrid went to the Pig's Head Bar to drink, then he would have the opportunity to disguise himself as a hawker and invite Hagrid to drink and get him drunk.
"Is there any interesting news in the newspaper?" Lee Jordan asked, also covering his yawn.
"That reporter named Rita Skeeter is very good at catching everyone's attention." Albert smiled and closed the Daily Prophet.
"Rita Skeeter loves to talk nonsense." Fred dragged his tired body into the hall. He was now exhausted and hungry and could swallow almost anything.
"But you can't deny that everyone likes to listen to her nonsense." George sat down next to Albert and began to complain loudly to them that Wood was a training freak.
"By the way, we have homework later, do you want to join us?" Albert looked at Fred and George and suddenly asked, "I remember you haven't finished your homework this week yet!"
"We're going to the library to find some information later." Fred couldn't help but move his head to the side. He was more inclined to find someone to learn from.
Albert gathered all the Gryffindor students of his class together, and they worked together on weekends to catch up on unfinished homework, and everyone could communicate with each other about things they didn't understand.
Basically, it's just a study group.
Fred and George hurriedly stuffed large amounts of food into their mouths and slipped away when no one else was looking.
Lee Jordan yelled that he would never borrow homework from Fred and George, and began to work on his own homework. He was the only one in the group here who had not finished his homework. Fred and George were supposed to do it with him.
It's a pity that those two bastards ran away on their own.
Zannah is practicing the Happy Charm with Angelina. Professor Flitwick has hinted more than once that the Happy Charm will be tested in the final exam, so the Happy Charm is the spell that everyone focuses on reviewing.
"I think Shanna is very likely to win the championship again this time." Li Jordan raised his head and said, "Although this wizarding card competition is much better than the last one, there are still not many people who are really good at playing wizarding cards. Yesterday
Among the top eight selected, there are really not many that are powerful... Okay, okay, I understand, why don’t I just shut up?"
Lee Jordan obediently shut up under the gaze of a group of people.
"That Miss Isobel is very extraordinary." Shanna raised her head and glanced at Albert, who was immersed in writing a paper, and muttered in a low voice. She was not arrogant and complacent. Isobel put a lot of pressure on Shanna. She was obviously a
A person who didn't play wizard cards very easily made it to the quarterfinals.
Is this true genius?
"Is the championship reward this time still 10 Galleons?" Angelina was a little depressed. She was eliminated from the 16th to 8th yesterday.
"Well, it's still ten galleons."
The original discussion sound disappeared again.
"I remember you seemed to have entered the quarterfinals, right?" A few tables away from them, Ron, who was rushing to do his homework, suddenly looked up and said.
For some reason, Harry always felt that Ron's tone was sour.
"What are you going to do with the money?" Ron asked again. He seemed to be sure that Hermione would win a wizarding card competition.
"It takes ten galleons to win the championship." Hermione couldn't help but remind her after silently reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood.
"Yeah, champion, I really don't know what the point of him spending money to hold this competition." Ron looked at Albert who was immersed in writing a paper not far away, and muttered softly, "Use this galleons to buy things.
Is it not good?"
Ron thought about Fred and George again. Those two bastards could always hear the ringing sound of gold coins in their pockets.
"Look, here we go again." Ron muttered in his mind, and saw Fred and George walking into the hall, almost trotting towards this side. When they put a book in front of Albert
, still nagging: "We found it, look at this, we found it!"
Fred noticed many people staring at him, smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you."
Albert glanced at the parchment that he almost burned, stared at Fred dissatisfied, and then moved his eyes to the book in front of him.
"Mortla Rat?"
"Look at this..." George raised his finger excitedly and pointed to a passage in the book: "People bitten by Motla rats will have symptoms of retching.
When George read this, Albert understood why the twins were so excited. Are they preparing to use motley rats to make vomit candy?
Albert continued to read softly: "In more severe cases, sparks will emit from the anus."
There is no doubt that if used properly, it can create a very interesting joke prop, and the sparks shooting out from the anus will definitely be popular among students.
"It seems that this is a mouse full of treasures." Lee Jordan leaned his head over and muttered vaguely after reading all the contents of the book.
"It's Mothras," Fred corrected happily.
However, Lee Jordan is right, Motla rats do have many uses. The growths on their backs can be pickled and eaten to increase resistance to evil spells, but overconsumption can cause unsightly purple ear hairs.
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Wizards usually use multrat juice to prepare potions, which can be used to treat cuts and scrapes even if used directly, and can also reduce the pain of wounds.
"We are thinking about where to get this thing. It's not cheap to buy one." George said with a frown.
"You can ask Mundungus Fletcher, maybe he can help you get some." Albert suggested, "And you don't need a Motla rat, let that guy get some Mott for you."
Just the raw materials for pulling rats.”
"You are right, maybe we can give it a try." Fred thought for a while and felt that it made sense. They had already checked the information. The wizards who raised Motla rats would only harvest the anemone-like growths on their backs.
This is also the most valuable thing about this magical creature.
As for the teeth of Motla rats that they may need, maybe Mundungus can get some for them, and the price shouldn't be too expensive.
"What are they doing?" Shanna looked at the twins' leaving figures and asked doubtfully, "Don't they have to do their homework?"
"Don't worry about them." Albert shook his head and said: "Those two guys will come over soon to do their homework, unless they want to be locked up."
Sure enough, after Fred and George finished writing the letter, they came over to do homework together. Their foundation was quite solid. Although they were completely distracted this semester, with Albert's help, their homework was not too bad.
As for Mundungus Fletcher, he directly offered a price of three galleons for a Motla rat and a low price of five galleons for two.
When this guy received the letter, he sneaked to the beach and spent a lot of time catching two Motler rats, preparing to sell them to the Weasley twins.
Fred and George refused to pay for the two motley rats, and wrote to Mundungus Fletcher stating that they only wanted the motley rat's incisors and growths.
Mundungus almost got angry when he received the letter and refused to sell the Motella rat's front teeth to the twins.
Not long after, Mundungus got a bunch of Motla rat incisors from unknown sources and planned to sell them to the Weasley twins for a high price of two Sickles each.
After some haggling, Mundungus finally agreed to the deal and threatened in the letter not to sell anything to them again.
Albert and others sneered at Mundungus' threat in the letter.