The production of the Marauder's Map was far simpler than Albert imagined. It only took him a while to successfully create the prototype of the map.
However, because he was not skilled enough, he was unable to expand the scope of the Marauder's Map to the entire Hogwarts Castle, and was unable to target only Ginny Weasley for the time being.
The only thing that pleased Albert was that after the Marauder's Map was successfully created, a skill called Monitoring Map appeared on the skill panel.
The rest is naturally to optimize and improve the map you want.
"I wonder if the basilisk can also be marked on the map." Albert muttered, looking at the Marauder's Map in his hand.
Stuffing the map into his jacket pocket, he left the Room of Requirement. Since Isobel lost her time turner, the time the two of them spent together had been greatly reduced. Even dates needed to be arranged in advance.
Although Albert was able to use his own time turner to send himself and Isobel back an hour ago, there were still many inconveniences after all.
After having breakfast in the hall, Albert went directly to Hagrid's hunting lodge.
Well, you mean roommate?
Early in the morning, Fred and George were excited to go to the Quidditch field for training.
Lee Jordan hasn't woken up yet.
This guy had so much fun playing unpacking and opening envelopes last night.
If you think about it carefully, Fred and George, who were also having fun, were actually quite pitiful. They had to run on the court for training in the first week of school.
Maybe it's September, the weather around Hogwarts is no longer as hot as before, and winter is approaching quietly.
Albert walked along the gravel path to the hunting cabin, reached out and knocked on the wooden door, and the sound of teeth scratching on the door soon sounded from the room.
"Who!"
Hagrid was wearing an apron and holding a rooster in his hand. When he opened the door and saw that the person outside was Albert, he couldn't help but joke, "Come in, our world champion."
"Here you go!" Albert handed a box to Hagrid.
"What is this?" Hagrid wiped his hands vigorously on his apron, took the box handed over by Albert, and asked in confusion.
"Fudge."
After Albert handed the box to Hagrid, he squatted down and rubbed Yaya's dog's head, and took out a pack of dried fish from his pocket and fed it to the hound.
"Actually, you don't need to buy something like this as a gift to me." Hagrid sighed and warned, "Don't waste Galleons in the future."
"No, I didn't buy these things." Albert said casually, "In the last newspaper incident, many people sent me a bunch of packages. Last night I opened all those packages and found a bunch of them.
Snacks, I sent some for you."
Albert usually didn't eat things given by strangers. He gave away all the snacks he got after unpacking them.
Hagrid looked at the fudge in his hand, then looked up at Albert, suddenly not knowing what to say.
"do you want to eat?"
Hagrid put the rooster down, went outside to get a bucket of water, washed his hands, opened the package, and poured the fudge into a bowl.
Albert didn’t know what to say. Wouldn’t it be better to eat it in a box?
When he saw Hagrid's sausage-thick fingers picking up the gummies, he realized that Hagrid was probably doing this for convenience.
"Are you really not going to eat?" Hagrid began to make tea for Albert.
"I just had breakfast." Albert shook his head and said, "By the way, I want to find out some news from you."
"what news?"
"About Lockhart, why did Dumbledore choose Lockhart to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Albert looked at Yaya who was quietly waiting for food, and fed the remaining dried fish, "I went to Lockhart.
The two special classes, to be honest, were really miserable.”
"It's very difficult to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor now." Hagrid threw a few more pieces of fudge into his mouth, waited for the water in the copper kettle to boil, and poured Albert a cup of amber tea and continued: "
People don’t want to do it, they think it’s an unlucky job, you should know what I mean.”
"Oh, do you have any impression of Lockhart?" Albert asked again, "I think most professors in the school don't like Lockhart very much."
"Lockhart?" Hagrid took a sip of tea and recalled: "To be honest, no one thought that Lockhart would become a famous writer."
"What kind of person is he?"
"A person who is extremely narcissistic and very vain." Hagrid nodded heavily as if to emphasize his tone and said, "It is because of this that he is disliked by everyone. When he was studying at Hogwarts,
It caused a lot of trouble for everyone.”
"trouble?"
"For example, before the Quidditch match, he engraved his name on the Quidditch pitch. Each letter was very large and almost occupied the entire pitch." Hagrid recalled: "At that time, I was the one who cleaned up the mess for him overnight.
, so I was very impressed.”
"It's very similar to what Lockhart would do." Albert said with a smile, "Are there any other deeds?"
"Well, Lockhart once secretly projected his own portrait into the sky at night, just like the Dark Mark..." Hagrid paused mid-sentence, as if recalling something unpleasant.
past events.
"The Dark Mark?"
"Okay, you actually know the Dark Mark." Hagrid couldn't help but smile bitterly, "At that time, Lockhart shocked everyone. Thinking about the scene where his portrait suddenly appeared in mid-air, it caused a lot of excitement.
A big sensation.”
"It seems that he is indeed very narcissistic and likes to recommend himself to others." Albert suddenly asked, "Has Lockhart ever come to see you?"
"no, what happened?"
"I think he will come to chat with you soon!" Albert said, "Is there anything else about Lockhart?"
"Another time, he sent himself a bunch of Valentine's Day cards." Hagrid didn't understand what Albert just said. "I wasn't there at the time. Later, I heard from the professors that there were a large number of owls coming in."
The Great Hall sent a bunch of greeting cards to Lockhart, and the scene was simply miserable."
"By the way, how is Lockhart's academic performance? I mean his personal ability." Albert briefly told Hagrid the deeds in Lockhart's book.
"I don't know, maybe Lockhart does have some talent, but he is definitely not a student who studies hard, otherwise he would not be so annoying to the professors." Hagrid did not believe that Lockhart could do what Albert just said.
Those deeds, "I still remember, when he graduated from school, everyone breathed a sigh of relief."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. When Hagrid walked over to open the door, he was stunned when he saw the person outside.
"You're really right!" Hagrid muttered softly. When he turned around, he found that Albert who was sitting there had disappeared.