Influenza is something that sometimes is really unstoppable.
Especially after October, the weather around Hogwarts changed suddenly and the temperature dropped sharply.
The heavy rain pounded against the windows, and the grass outside was filled with a visibly cold air. After seeping into the castle, many professors and students fell ill with influenza.
"Haha, it would be great if it could be photographed." George looked at Albert with steaming steam on his head and smiled extremely.
There is no way, this is Albert's rare dark history.
Click.
The sound of taking pictures suddenly sounded, and the three people with smoke coming from their heads all looked up.
I saw Albert holding a camera in his hand, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and took another photo of them.
"Pose again, I decided to add this photo to the wizard card, and the name is October Flu." Albert took advantage of the three people's stunned expressions, took two more photos, and announced happily:
"It looks like the effect is pretty good."
"You guy."
"If you want to take a photo, you should at least look handsome."
Fred grabbed the photo from Albert. After whispering to the two people next to him, he put his arms around each other and posed with the cup he had just finished drinking, asking Albert to take another photo of them.
photo.
After drinking a pick-me-up, your ears will start to smoke, which will last for several hours.
When the four of them walked out of the campus hospital, all the students in the corridor cast curious glances. Now, anyone who sees smoke coming from their head knows that the other person has the flu and has just taken a refreshing drink.
Probably because this appearance is so shameful, many students are reluctant to go to the school hospital for treatment after catching influenza, which leads to more and more students being infected with influenza.
Now, the condition is getting more serious, and Madam Pomfrey has to prepare a large amount of refreshing potions for those students who can't bear it. Fortunately, most of these ingredients come from the greenhouses and medicine fields of Hogwarts, otherwise it would really be...
It requires a lot of money.
Every day, students with severe colds are forced to go to the school hospital for treatment, so students with smoke on their heads are about to become a sight at Hogwarts.
After all, Albert got the flu thanks to those two bastards Fred and George.
When these two guys were practicing Quidditch in the rain, they accidentally caught influenza, and they did not go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment in time. As a result, on the third day, both Albert and Lee Jordan, who were in the same dormitory, died.
Infected.
Finally, the furious Albert and Lee Jordan gave the two of them a severe lesson before they went to the school hospital for treatment together.
"Haha, isn't this Wood? Do you have a cold too?"
Seeing Wood, who was also having smoke coming from his ears and constantly moving his head, Fred and George happily approached each other and put their arms around each other, not feeling embarrassed at all by their new looks.
"Really, I'm going back to rest first. I have Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon. Remember to ask for leave for me." Albert casually found an excuse and headed towards the Room of Requirement.
"What a coincidence, I'm going to ask for leave too." Lee Jordan didn't want to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with a smoking head, and there was nothing good about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Since Lockhart became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor,
, this course has almost become a laughing stock.
"You two remember to ask for leave for us!"
After saying hello to Fred and George, Lee Jordan left behind Albert. He had actually had enough of Lockhart's classes, and it was rare for him to skip classes openly. How could he miss this opportunity?
"Hey, wait for us!"
Fred and George, who were chatting with Wood arm-in-arm, quickly trotted to catch up. They didn't want to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
In fact, some students have given up hope on Lockhart and are looking forward to having a more reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester.
It's a pity that someone still has no self-awareness and performs stage plays for everyone every day in class. More and more students are questioning Lockhart's teaching level, especially the fifth and seventh grade students who are about to be harmed by him.
At this moment, smoke filled the Room of Requirement, as if someone had lit incense. By the fireplace in the cozy home, Lee Jordan was adding wood to the fireplace to make the flames burn more vigorously.
"What's this?"
Lee Jordan put his head in front of Albert's notes. He soon discovered that he could understand every letter on the notes, but when he put them together, he couldn't understand a single word.
"The Curse Notes, do you want to read them?"
Albert smiled and handed the notebook in his hand to Lee Jordan.
"Forget it, this thing makes my head hurt." He retracted his head and asked casually, "What language is this?"
"French."
"You must be showing off on purpose," Lee Jordan muttered.
This notebook was placed in the metal box. If Nico only sent two magic glasses, there would naturally be no need to use such strict protective measures.
Nico sent a total of ten notebooks to Albert, all of which were research on curses. Many of them contained Nico's unique personal views on curses.
only……
Although Nico Flamel is indeed a very powerful wizard, he does not seem to be a good teacher.
The content in these notes was very messy. Although there were many very powerful things recorded in them, they were all given to Albert at once, which also gave him a headache. He needed to spend a lot of time sorting out and studying them.
In his words: Take a look for yourself and ask me if you don’t understand.
Albert doubted that even Professor Flitwick would be able to study these notes thoroughly within a few years.
But he is a man blessed with panel skills. He can sort out the contents of his notes much faster than most genius wizards, but his communication with Nico is a bit frequent.
Recently, even Isobel can't keep up with the progress.
"How's your research going?"
Fred and George are studying the drawings of the printing press. They will need this thing if they want to print wizard cards or even various styles of cartons in the future.
After all, there are only a few people in the magic world, and the sales volume of the products is very limited. Ordering packaging boxes in large quantities may not be realistic.
"Maybe you can ask dad for help. He should be very good at tinkering with this kind of thing."
In the end, both Fred and George gave up. They found that completely rebuilding the printing press was not a big project they could complete.
"We can try to outsource things to others." Lee Jordan suggested after hesitation: "Don't the things we buy also have boxes? They must know where to find someone to get the boxes."
"These things can indeed be solved by Muggles, but..."
Albert closed the note, raised his hand and shook the wizard card in his hand and reminded: "If you want to make exquisite wizard cards, you will inevitably need to use magic. Muggles cannot help us solve this problem."
Moreover, the "Secrecy Act" is also a big trouble. Wizards and Muggles cannot have too deep interactions. Cooperation with Muggles is basically impossible, and Muggle merchants will not accept such an order that purely loses money.
The rain was still pouring outside, and four people with smoky heads were sitting by the fireplace chatting. Their desire to open a store still had a long way to go.