At dusk, the shops on both sides of the main street in Hogsmeade are getting ready to close.
After sunset every day, dementors will patrol the streets. In order to avoid dealing with these dark creatures, closing the store early is the best choice.
Albert was walking alone on the deserted streets. When he was about to go to the Three Broomsticks Tavern, there was a sudden crackle of Apparition in front of him, and Mog McDoug appeared out of thin air without warning. He came out of his pocket
He took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, and then raised his head to look at Albert, who was walking this way.
"The time is just right."
Mog smiled and reached out to Albert. After the latter grabbed it, the two disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared.
Albert opened his eyes again and found himself in a remote wilderness, with the wind blowing in front of him vaguely carrying the salty smell of the sea.
Mog led the way while introducing the situation here to Albert.
They are located on a remote seaside in southern Wales. There is a manor here, and this year's Easter party will be held here.
As soon as the two of them reached a cliff, Albert clearly felt something in front of him, and the traces left by the spell were obvious.
"Here we are."
Mog raised his wand and chanted a spell softly, the air in front of him became distorted, and an iron door that was like a fictitious mist appeared out of thin air.
After the two of them entered, the entrance disappeared.
"We have many similar manors, many of which are inheritances left by other heirs." Mog introduced to Albert, "The manor assigned to you is also one of them. These houses were originally used for us to live in, but
Not everyone may be willing to live in such a place, after all, the heirs are not short of money. Later, those manors were protected by magic and used for temporary gatherings, emergency evacuation, or as factories for floo powder."
"Master, Mr. Bard and Mr. Gerber have arrived, and only Mr. Tiberus is still here." The house elf bowed slightly towards Mog and said, "The banquet can start at any time."
"Just start at the scheduled time." When Mog took Albert into the hall, Bud and Gerber were eating and chatting.
After seeing them come in, Bud showed a gentle smile to the two of them. Bud also recommended to Albert a dessert that tasted soft and a bit like pudding. It was said to be some kind of magic dessert that could keep the user in a good mood.
Pleasure.
Albert suspected that there was a joyful agent in it. However, it tasted good and tasted a bit like custard.
"Good evening, I hope I'm not late."
Tiberus Ogden appeared in the hall at the beginning of the banquet, smiling and greeting several people in the seats.
"You are always so punctual. Okay, everyone is here, let's start the dinner!" Mogg took the lead in raising the champagne and said, "First of all, we should congratulate our Mr. Champion and congratulate Albert for winning the magic school potion.
Championship winner."
"You probably don't know that those stubborn old guys in the Wizengamot almost got their noses twisted with anger after hearing the news." Tibelus happily raised his glass to Albert and said,
"Those bad-hearted guys would rather you lose the game than see you win the championship."
"I heard similar news."
Gerber Smith raised his glass to Albert and said, "They are very unhappy, but they have to hold back their unhappiness. Who asked you to win back the Potion Championship for Britain!"
"How do you feel about winning the second international championship?" Bud asked with a smile and raised his glass.
"It's a terrible game. It's never a fair competition. Everyone is cheating." Albert took a sip of champagne and shook his head in disappointment: "The so-called golden crucible is not a crucible made of gold, but a gold-plated one.
Damn, originally I wanted to experience what it would be like to use a golden crucible to boil medicine."
"It's normal to feel disappointed. In fact, a long time ago, the gold crucible was really made of gold." Gerber recalled: "Later, I don't know when, the gold crucible became a gold-plated crucible."
"About two hundred years ago, the organizer of that tournament claimed that there was insufficient funds. In fact, someone embezzled a large amount of money, and in the end they could only get a gold-plated crucible for the champion. Since that time, the golden crucible symbolizing the championship trophy has been
They all turned into gold-plated crucibles. Later, someone finally couldn't stand it any longer, and gave the champion another bag of gold coins as a reward for winning the championship." Tibelus said in disgust: "Since that time the gold crucible was replaced by a gold-plated crucible,
There is no glory in the Potions Championship anymore. It is probably after the Gilded Crucible incident that the Potions Championship gradually evolved into what it is now."
"I didn't expect that there is such a history." Albert felt that he had learned something new today.
"Are you a little disappointed?"
"After all, even if the golden crucible is restored, it is just a thankless task." Albert said that he could understand, "Moreover, the golden crucible is more of a symbol."
"No, the original meaning of the golden crucible is actually to allow the winner to exchange the crucible for money when necessary without becoming impoverished." Tibelus said, "After all, if you want to let an excellent pharmacist
The master must concentrate on researching potions. At least he must ensure that he has enough food and clothing before he can focus on potions research."
"By the way, is the title of British youth representative of the Wizengamot stuck like this?" Mogg suddenly remembered something and reminded: "I remember that Albert will become an adult at the end of October this year. When he becomes an adult, the Ministry of Magic
This would justify stripping him of his title as British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot."
"It's just a useless title. If they don't want to give it, forget it." Albert slowly ate his plate of grilled prawns, paying no attention to the so-called "title of British youth representative of the Wizengamot".
"They will give it." Tibelus comforted: "Besides, Albert probably doesn't lack that title."
In fact, few people present really cared about that title, mainly because Albert already had enough titles.
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"I still remember that you seemed to have a werewolf recovery spell. How is that spell now? Have you tested the effect of the spell on werewolves?"
"I haven't used it on a werewolf yet, and I don't know exactly what the effect is." Albert continued without hiding anything, "You should also know that I basically have no chance to try this spell."
"We have to try the effect on werewolves." Mogg said without hesitation, "A Medal of the Order of Merlin is much more valuable than the title of the British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot. Even Dumbledore couldn't do it during school.
Awarded the Order of Merlin."
"The humanoid restoration spell is a very difficult form of transformation magic." Bard said to everyone: "I think the first success of this spell should be completed by Albert."
"I don't mind these things." Albert said as he ate his lobster that he didn't care about these false reputations at all, "Besides, werewolves are very dangerous."
"Yes, the werewolf is dangerous, but we can let him take wolfsbane potion in advance and put him in a strong cage to ensure that he will not be any threat after transforming." Bud suddenly asked, "I remember your black
The Professor of Magical Defense seems to be Remus John Lupin, right?"
"Yes, it's Professor Lupin." Albert guessed what they were thinking and frowned and said, "You want me to try it on him. This is not a good idea."
"No, we can wait until Lupine resigns from Hogwarts before inviting him to participate in this test. He will agree. You probably don't know that last June, Dolores Umbridge drafted a
The anti-werewolf laws make it almost impossible for those werewolves who are willing to keep their peace to find jobs. He will definitely need this high salary. Moreover, if the test is successful, countless werewolves will benefit from it. When people face werewolves
It will also be safer.”
"It's very similar to what that pink toad would do." Albert didn't have a good impression of Dolores Umbridge. He never forgot that one of his mission rewards would deduct Dolores Umbridge.
Umbridge has a favorable impression.
"Toad? This description is quite appropriate." Tiberus took a sip of red wine gracefully and commented with a smile: "That is a hypocritical and vicious woman. There is nothing wrong with staying away from her."
"You probably don't know that Umbridge always claimed in the Ministry of Magic that her late father was an outstanding member of the Wizengamot." Gerber seemed to want to laugh when talking about this, "But in fact
Above, Umbridge's father worked in the Department of Magical Maintenance, named Orford Umbridge, and his mother was a Muggle named Ellen. Later, she persuaded Orford Umbridge to retire early
, and gave him a small amount of money to ensure that he disappeared from the Ministry of Magic silently, so as not to embarrass her. Then, Umbridge began to make up a bunch of beautiful life experiences for herself."
"You did your investigation very clearly?" Albert was very surprised.
"Of course we know very well who the Ministry of Magic needs to pay attention to. We have always paid attention to it, so that we can stay away from them. By the way, your Wizengamot British Youth Representative is stuck because of this guy.
.”
"By the way, there is a competition this summer for Barnabus Finkley's Excellent Spellcasting Skills. Do you want to participate?" Gerber said suddenly.
"I don't know much about that award." This jump in topic almost made Albert unable to react.
"It doesn't matter. Let Bard explain it to you in detail when the time comes. I dare say you will be able to win easily." Tibelus suggested: "If I were you, I would take advantage of the opportunity to sweep away all the awards that are available to me before graduation.
Once again, graduate from Hogwarts with countless auras. After you graduate from school, whatever job you want to do will go smoothly."
"Speaking of competitions, I heard that the Ministry of Magic is trying to resume the Triwizard Tournament." Bard interjected, "Perhaps, you can also win the Triwizard Tournament next semester."
"I've heard about this competition. It seems that it was banned because of the frequent deaths."
Of course Albert knows that the Triwizard Tournament will be held next semester, and he has already planned to participate in the competition and use it to trigger tasks and gain a large sum of experience rewards."
"Yes, it is indeed a bit dangerous." Bud said, "If you want, I will help you sign up for Barnabus Finkley's Excellent Spellcasting Competition. You can also drop by after the end of there.
Watch this year's Quidditch World Cup final."
"Who else is going to watch the Quidditch World Cup?" Tibelus Ogden asked, looking around at everyone.
"I need three. How many do Albert want?" Mogg asked sideways.
"About four?" Albert said uncertainly.
"That's fine, then you can go watch the Quidditch final with them." Mog nodded.
"I asked the owl to bring it to you." Tibelus suddenly asked: "When do you and Isobel plan to get married? I can be your witness then."
"Haha, it's already too late, Tiberus." When Bard talked about this, he smiled particularly unscrupulously.
"Bud, I'm older than you, so I'm more suitable to be a witness." Tibelus reminded him.
"You see, it's useless for me. I'm not their witness."
"Gerber, could it be you?" Tibelus asked suspiciously. He actually knew that Gerber wanted this position more.
"No." Gerber shook his head and said, "I just heard about it now."
He never wanted to have anything to do with Albert, as that would make their relationship worse.
Anyway, they all now inherit the surname Wild Smith, which is enough for Gerber.
"Is it Serra Harrichs?" McGonagall asked suspiciously. "Could it be Dumbledore?"
"I'm sure you can't guess it. Do you want me to announce the answer?" Bud actually wanted to be a witness, but later he found out that someone had already beaten him to it, and he was depressed for a while.
Now, it's everyone else's turn to be depressed.
Everyone no longer gave Bud a chance to whet his appetite and looked directly at Albert.
"It's Mr. Nico." Albert announced the answer: "He is my teacher."
Albert told them about his visit to Nico's house last year.
"It seems that Nico really thinks highly of you. He has prepared everything for you." Tibelus was a little disappointed, but there was no good solution.
The banquet lasted into the evening, and most of the time was spent chatting about various trivial matters to enhance everyone's relationship.
When Albert returned to Hogwarts Castle, it was almost close to the eleven o'clock curfew.
When he returned to the Gryffindor common room with the box full of sweets, there were almost no other students there.
“Are you still working so hard during the Easter holidays?”
"Where have you been?" Hermione smelled a faint smell of alcohol from Albert's body, "Are you drinking?"
"I'm going to the banquet. By the way, this is for you." Albert took out a sweet from the box and placed it in front of Hermione.
When I came back, I took a lot. Apart from the one I asked the house elf to send to Isobel, there were still five more in the box, enough for the others to share.
"What is this, pudding?" Hermione looked at the pudding-like dessert in front of her curiously.
"I don't know, it's said to be a magical dessert that can make people feel happy." After Albert said this, he was about to go back to the dormitory to share the dessert in the box with Fred, George and Lee Jordan.