Hagrid's desire to become the Professor of Care of Magical Creatures failed to make Fred, George and Lee Jordan depressed for too long. As for the wound on the back of Fred's hand that was bitten by the monster book, it had already been on Madam Pomfrey's.
Complete recovery with treatment.
The end of October has quietly arrived, and students in the third year and above of Hogwarts are all talking about going to Hogsmeade.
Fred and George wanted to go to Zuko's Joke Shop to replenish stink bombs and see if they could learn some experience in opening a store from Zuko's store manager.
However, will store manager Zuko be willing to share his store opening experience with the twins? Albert doubts this, but not everyone is as generous as him.
On the morning of Halloween Eve, Albert woke up with everyone, got up and went downstairs to have breakfast. When he was in the corridor on the first floor, he smelled the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin floating in the air.
"Today is another beautiful day." George happily stuffed the pumpkin pie into his mouth and chewed it.
"You can go to Hogsmeade and have a good time." Fred swallowed the grilled sausage and took a big sip of pumpkin juice. "You can also come back at night to attend the Halloween dinner and have a sumptuous meal.
"
"You can also go to Nearly Headless Nico's 500th death anniversary party." Albert raised his head from behind the newspaper and glanced at Hermione, who was not far away and was reminding Harry domineeringly to abide by the agreement.
"What's the death anniversary party?" Lee Jordan asked confused.
Albert looked away, continued to read the headlines in the Daily Prophet, and casually explained: "It's a gathering of ghosts."
"A gathering of ghosts?" George looked at Albert suspiciously, "How did you know?"
"Harry Potter mentioned it just now, but you didn't pay attention." Albert motioned for the three of them to look sideways. Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting two tables away from them. There were a few people over there.
Everyone also turned their heads and looked this way.
"Sounds interesting." Fred was very interested.
"Don't be stupid, ghost food is not suitable for human appetite." Albert looked at Fred with an idiot's eyes and reminded him angrily, "If you can swallow the moldy and rotten food at the banquet,
Just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
After Harry heard what Albert said, his face turned ugly. He regretted it now and did not want to attend the death anniversary party at all.
However, in the end, he succumbed to Hermione's gaze. After listening to Albert's words, Ron originally didn't want to attend any death anniversary party, but Hermione glared at him fiercely, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck with guilt. Who let him
They had agreed to accompany Harry to Nick's death anniversary party?
"By the way, are you not going to go to Hogsmeade with us later?" Lee Jordan looked at Albert who was reading the newspaper seriously and asked tentatively.
"Well, I have an appointment with someone else." Albert said without raising his head.
"Just say go on a date." Fred rolled his eyes at Albert. This guy has not gone to Hogsmeade with them since he had a girlfriend.
"What are you reading? Is there any major news in the newspaper?" Lee Jordan asked curiously when he found that Albert had been reading the newspaper.
"Well, the Wolfsbane potion has been completed. Mr. Damocles made the formula public and received the third-level Merlin Medal." Albert briefly introduced.
"Wolfsbane potion, what is that?" the three asked in confusion.
However, they also know that they can get the Order of Merlin with just one potion, and Wolfsbane Potion is undoubtedly a great invention.
"A potion that can be drunk to keep werewolves peaceful and harmless when they transform under the full moon."
Albert had already read the formula and preparation process in the newspaper, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows with a slightly weird expression.
In fact, Damocles invented the wolfsbane potion long ago, but the preparation of this potion is very difficult, and the raw materials are very expensive, so it is not something that werewolves can afford at all.
Later, Hertok Dagworth also invited Albert to participate in the improvement of the werewolf potion. Not only them, but also many famous potion masters participated. Although the difficulty of preparing the potion was related to the price of the raw materials used,
Both have been reduced a lot, but for poor werewolves, there is actually no difference between one hundred galleons and eighty galleons, and they can't afford it anyway.
Of course, wolfsbane potion is not that expensive, but the price is not something a werewolf can afford.
Albert couldn't help but shake his head after reading this.
"What's wrong?" Fred noticed Albert shaking his head.
"The price of Wolfsbane potion is too expensive."
“The price is too expensive?”
"As we all know, werewolves have always been discriminated against by wizards. It is difficult to find a job in the magical world. They are basically a group of poor people who cannot afford this thing." Albert said angrily, "You must take wolf in advance before the full moon.
Poison potion requires at least dozens of Galleons to be consumed every month, not counting the waste caused by failure to concoct the potion. What is even worse is that the number of wizards who are capable of brewing wolfsbane potion is very small."
The three of them already understood what Albert meant. Wolfsbane potion was indeed a great invention, but werewolves couldn't afford it!
"By the way, if you have time, come with us to Zuko's Joke Shop. Maybe you can pry out some useful information from Zuko." Fred changed the subject. They had questions about Wolfsbane Potion.
Didn't pay special attention to it.
"You can talk about the wizard cards." Albert casually made an excuse for the three of them, "Just tell Zuko that you want to open a shop selling wizard cards in the future. Remember not to talk too much about the wizard cards to Zuko.
It’s a matter of fact, so that the other party won’t be deceived into telling the truth without even a few words of conversation.”
"We know what to do." After Fred and George looked at each other, they took out their notebooks and took notes to avoid forgetting them later.
"Well... see you at the dinner." After the meal, Albert accompanied the three of them to the front hall and sent them away under Filch's gaze. Then he slowly took out his pocket watch from his pocket and took a look at it.
At the end of the day, I returned to the auditorium hall, reading the newspaper and continuing to wait for the appointed time.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
Before long, Albert heard Isobel's voice coming from his side.
"No, let's go."
Albert stood up and left the hall under the gazes of the girls. Before leaving, he glanced at Mrs. Norris at Filch's feet who was checking the list in the foyer.
"What's wrong?"
Halfway to the school gate, Isobel asked, and she obviously noticed Albert's little move just now.
"The predictions I made before have never come true." Albert said softly, "However, I have a hunch that something may happen at today's banquet."
"Why do you have such an idea?" Isobel felt a little surprised.
"A gut feeling."
Albert stretched out his hand and held the girl's soft palm, tilted his head and said with a smile, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, where should we go later, or to Mrs. Puddifu's Teahouse?"