Returning to the Gryffindor lounge from the library, Albert found that the three roommates had gone somewhere.
I opened the door to the dormitory, and sure enough, there was no one inside. No matter if I wasn't here, no one would bother me to write my letter.
Albert picked up the wand and clicked on the cabinet, opened the lock and took out the box, and continued writing the letter to his family.
After he finished writing the letter, Albert used the copying spell to make a new copy of the parchment, and also made a new copy of the photos he originally took.
One of them was for his parents, and the other was for his grandfather Luke. Although he was far away from the wizarding world, Albert knew that the old man would also want to see the legendary Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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After all, it was a childhood dream and a regret.
As for the beginning and end of the two letters, Albert naturally needed to write them separately.
After finishing writing, Albert put the letters into cardboard boxes created by the transfiguration spell, and put the gifts purchased from Hogsmeade into them separately.
Of course, pumpkin juice and butterbeer, the specialty drinks of the wizarding world, are absolutely indispensable.
After it was packed, Albert found that the package sent to his home was a bit big. He couldn't help but worry about whether his owl's small body could bear the weight of the package and whether he could deliver the package safely to the destination.
"It seems that we can only borrow the owl in the school." Albert murmured. He picked up the quill next to him and wrote his name, the name of the sender and the address of the letter on the package.
Then, he folded the two packages together, held them in his arms with both hands, and did not forget to close the door when he walked out of the dormitory.
Passing by the common room, Albert holding the package also attracted the attention of others.
However, he didn't pay attention to the occasional curious glances from others, and walked up the castle, finally arriving at the west tower. The owl loft was on the top floor of the west tower.
Fortunately, I have practiced karate and exercised on weekdays, so my physical fitness is not as bad as it was in my previous life. Otherwise, climbing up and down holding a package would probably be very tiring.
When Albert was walking up the outer stairs, he heard rapid footsteps behind him and immediately leaned against the stairs. He saw a big man climbing up in a hurry, probably also wanting to send something.
He almost hit Albert.
"Are you really in such a hurry?" Albert looked up at the man's back and muttered.
After a while, Albert saw the other person again, and he didn't know what happened to that person. He seemed to have fallen down, and there was some straw and... owl droppings stuck to his robe.
When the man walked past Albert with a sullen face, he could smell the stench of bird droppings from his body.
The Owlhouse is a round stone room with empty windows. Since it is located at high altitude, the air inside is quite smooth.
However, Albert had no intention of going in, because the floor of the owl hut was full of straw, owl droppings and mouse bones. It would not be a fun thing to slip on bird droppings and fall to the ground in this place.
The unlucky guy who was reckless just now is the best lesson for others.
Albert stood at the door, raised his head and looked inside, and found that there were hundreds of owls inhabiting the owl hut, with all kinds of owls. He simply could not find Sheila among the large number of owls.
"Sheila." Albert called softly inside. His hoot made some owls unhappy, but this method obviously worked. Sheila noticed Albert's arrival and flew towards him.
"This is a package for Grandpa Luke. If you get a reply, remember to bring it back." Albert handed Grandpa Luke's package to Sheila. Sheila called out softly a few times, as if to reassure him. Then
, the owl grabbed the rope on the package with its talons, spread its wings and disappeared into the sky with the package slightly smaller than its body.
After Sheila flew away, Albert looked at the owl hut again. He needed another or two stronger owls to deliver another package for him.
The school's owls are available for students to borrow.
However, Albert couldn't tell which owl belonged to the school, so his method was very direct: "I still have a big package that needs to be sent, and I don't know who is willing to help me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong gray owl landed in front of Albert, obviously willing to take over the job.
"Thank you, this is my greeting gift, I hope you like it." Albert took out some owl nuts from his pocket, put them in the palm of his hand and stretched them out in front of the big gray owl. It seemed to be very satisfied with Albert's reward and put the owl in his hand.
After the nuts were swept away, he grabbed the remaining larger package, spread his wings and flew away.
What a humanized magical creature!
Albert looked at the owl that had flown out of sight, and couldn't help but sighed softly, turned around and left the owl hut. He had no intention of staying in a place full of straw and owl droppings.
When Albert was preparing to go to the castle hall, he accidentally saw Fred, George and Lee Jordan who were driven out of the forest by Hagrid.
Linli, and was caught by Hagrid.
Albert walked in the direction of the three of them, and happened to hear Hagrid giving them a lecture there, and said that if they wanted to sneak into the woods again, they would tell Professor McGonagall about it and put the three of them in confinement.
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"Good afternoon, Hagrid!" After Albert greeted Hagrid with a smile, he looked at Fred and the three of them and asked casually: "What's wrong with them?"
"It's you. These three naughty guys are so brave. They dared to sneak into the woods not long after they first entered school, without fear of being picked up by some dangerous beast!" Hagrid dragged a dead branch,
He glared at Fred and the three of them fiercely, "I know I can't control you. But, Professor McGonagall..."
"Hagrid, what kind of creature is that in your hair?" Albert cleverly interrupted Hagrid and pointed to a strange creature on Hagrid's head and shoulders. Their appearance resembled tree bark and small creatures.
Composition of branches.
"What, oh, you are talking about this, they are called Bowtruckles. These two are injured, I need to bandage their wounds." Hagrid was successfully distracted.
"Hagrid, can you take care of these magical creatures?" Albert looked admiringly. "I heard from others that the course on protecting magical creatures can only be taken in the third grade."
In fact, the look of admiration on Albert's face was genuine. After all, Hagrid's thick fingers could actually help bandage these little things.
"I learned from Professor Bourne, who is a professor of Care of Magical Creatures. However, now that he is very old, I will occasionally go over to help him take care of those magical creatures." Hagrid said with a proud face.
"Can I see how you bandage the Bowtruckle?" Albert asked, raising his hand and waving towards the three of them, asking them to apologize and admit their mistake.
"Hagrid, we know we were wrong." Fred said quickly, "We also want to see how you bandage these little things."
George and Lee Jordan nodded repeatedly, looking like we knew we were wrong.
"Never again, come with me!" Hagrid did not refuse and invited Albert and the four of them into his cabin.