Albert turned to look at the rain-soaked window and reached out to tap the address book on his hand. He had been using this method to keep in touch with Fred, George and Lee Jordan on the train.
"I thought you liked the rain!" Katrina also turned to look out the window, then looked back at the communication bookmark in Albert's hand, "Have you been chatting with your sister just now?"
"Yes!" Albert didn't deny it. "Anyway, you are idle. You can kill the boring time by chatting with someone."
"Can you get me a copy of this?" Katrina suddenly asked, "I can pay Galleons for it."
"I don't plan to sell it for the time being, but you can make it yourself. The transformation spell shouldn't be difficult for you!" Albert doesn't plan to spread the thing on hand on a large scale, so as not to give the mysterious man's side in the subsequent war.
Add advantages.
"It's not just a transformation spell?" Katrina didn't believe such nonsense. The principle of the communication bookmark might be a transformation spell, but its creation was definitely not that simple. Anyone who believed it directly was definitely a fool.
"Well, that's it, a more advanced application of the transformation spell." Albert put away the address book, and he could feel that the train was slowing down.
"Aren't you going to fulfill your responsibilities?" Katrina asked tentatively when she saw that Albert was planning to leave directly. She felt that she had guessed the result.
"Leave the job of maintaining order to the prefects. They always need to be given a chance to practice." Albert casually made excuses for his laziness and followed the crowd to get off the train. After making sure that there were no problems around him, he turned to face the people behind him.
Katrina said: "You'd better stay out of my sight."
"Am I so uneasy?" Katrina raised her eyebrows slightly, a little unhappy. It wasn't that Albert was making a fuss out of a molehill, but she felt that she was being looked down upon. The feeling of being treated like an underage girl was very unpleasant.
Comfortable.
"Don't be angry. When facing danger, any negligence may cost you your life. The life of a wizard is more fragile than you expect." Albert raised his wand and said in a voice that only two people could hear.
, "Although the probability of them targeting you is very low, I still have to take precautions."
"You just don't want to see Isobel sad." Katrina sighed, she envied her sister very much.
"I don't want to see you get into trouble because of my problem. Since it's my problem, I have to take good care of you." Albert got off the car and came to the platform. He raised his wand to make sure there was no problem around him again before signaling.
Katrina follows.
At this moment, a crisp female voice came from not far away. Hagrid had obviously not returned yet.
Albert was not surprised at all by this, after all, Hagrid still had to take care of his giant brother.
This semester, Albert decided to stay away from Hagrid, lest he leave the stupid big guy to take care of him.
Even if the mission is really triggered, Albert plans to give up directly.
giant!
Let's leave it to Porter.
The two deliberately fell at the back of the team to ensure that no student was left behind. They followed the muddy path outside Hogsmeade Station towards the convoy of Thestral carriages.
Most of the carriages were already occupied, but one was empty. It was a special carriage prepared for the president of the male and female student council at the rear.
This is one of their privileges.
"A few over there, take this car!"
Albert said to the second-year student who was driven out of the carriage by Malfoy and his companions and looked bewildered.
After saying that, he stared at Malfoy, who was chatting and laughing with his friends, and warned: "I don't care what you want to do, but don't cause me any trouble."
"I know." Malfoy said expressionlessly.
"go in!"
Albert motioned for the three little guys to get into the carriage. This carriage was different from other carriages. The environment inside was obviously much better. Although it was not as good as the one that sent him to participate in the Magic School Potions Championship, it was
There was no hay inside, and there was no musty smell.
The carriage team set off staggeringly.
The second-grade students in the carriage all looked at Albert with admiration. One of the boys with freckles on his face mustered up the courage to carefully ask Albert a few questions about the duel champion.
"Don't believe too much in the content of newspapers. Most of the time, newspapers are used to attract people's attention in order to sell newspapers. That's all. If you believe in those things too much, you will easily be fooled into being fooled by others." Albert
He turned to look out the window. After the motorcade passed the school gate, he relaxed his vigilance slightly and looked at the Hogwarts Castle that was getting closer and closer in front of him.
"I think you want to say that most of the people in the British wizarding world are fools." Katrina muttered.
"Many times, everything you see is what others want you to see." Albert said lightly: "As long as you are not a fool, you will find something wrong if you use your brain a little bit."
"However, there are usually a lot of fools in this world?" Katrina laughed at herself.
"Because they only passively receive information and never actively think about why, they cannot blame others for becoming fools." Albert stopped talking, because the carriage procession had stopped in front of the stone steps leading to the oak door, and hundreds of carriages suddenly stopped.
After filling up the space around the stone steps, the students got off the carriage one after another and walked towards the oak gate of the castle.
Albert and Katrina stayed until the end to ensure that all students entered the castle before slowly entering the castle.
On their way to the auditorium, they suddenly heard giggles.
Albert stopped and looked at Peeves emerging from the shadows.
Katrina also stopped and looked at Peeves with some confusion. This guy was very weird, with a weird smile that couldn't be concealed on his face, and he rubbed his hands towards Albert, as if he was waiting for something.
.
Albert put his hand into his pocket, took out a bag and threw it to Peeves. The smile on Peeves' face became brighter and the sound he made became weirder. He just took the bag and disappeared.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Katrina looked at Albert in confusion, always feeling that the guy next to her was preparing to cause trouble.
However, she didn't ask.
Anyway, if you ask, you probably won't get an answer. Just watch quietly. This is the tacit understanding they have developed.
Entering the auditorium, the decoration here is similar to the previous ones. The ceiling above is exactly the same as the sky outside, as if the professors have forgotten to replace the ceiling with a bright starry sky.
Albert walked along the Gryffindor table, looking for Fred, George and Lee Jordan.
Whenever he walked by, people who were chatting happily would fall silent and stare at him curiously with their eyes wide open, as if they were looking at some rare animal.
Well, there was actually a little girl who wanted to ask him for an autograph, which made Albert a little speechless. He had to speed up and walk towards George who was waving to him.
"You're so popular," Fred joked with a smile, "I thought you would stop and give them autographs."
"Shut up."
Albert sat down on the empty seat vacated by the three of them and said hello to the girls sitting opposite.
"This year's Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I heard, is also the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic." George winked at Albert, and his words were deliberately spoken to the students around him.
"Are you sure you're not mistaken? The Deputy Minister of Magic went to Hogwarts to teach?" Zannah looked at the witch on the teacher's bench with a bit of surprise, who had rather bad taste.
If you think about it on your knees, you can tell that this is definitely not a good thing.
"Honestly, her taste is really...unique."
"By the way, Albert, I became the Quidditch captain." Angelina told everyone the good news excitedly.
"Congratulations. However, I'm afraid your luck is not very good." The corners of Albert's mouth raised slightly, and he noticed that Umbridge had just picked up the goblet and took a sip.
"Why?" Angelina asked doubtfully.
"Have you not read the newspaper? The Daily Prophet has been smearing Harry Potter a lot recently," Albert reminded.
"But, what does this mean?" Angelina was a little confused, obviously not understanding the meaning of Albert's words.
"It shows that the relationship between the Ministry of Magic and Harry Potter is very bad, and our new professor is still the Deputy Minister of Magic. Thinking about it, you know that the situation is not good." Albert explained.
"It doesn't matter. If Harry can't play, won't you still be there?" Angelina wasn't worried at all. Albert was also a very good seeker.
"I'm busy this year, so I'm afraid I can't help you." Albert shook his head.
The expression on Angelina's face suddenly changed.
"Do you know why the Deputy Minister of Magic came to teach at Hogwarts?" Zannah calmly changed the subject.
"It's definitely not good anyway." Lee Jordan said: "By the way, have you listened to the wizard's lookout station broadcast?"
"What is that?" Alia asked doubtfully.
"A mysterious station broadcast. I remember last night, the broadcast was talking about our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. To be honest, our Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year may be a little bad."
"Let Albert teach us?" Aria suggested.
"I'm not free." Albert shook his head and said.
"What are you busy with?" Shanna asked curiously.
At this time, Professor McGonagall guided the students into the auditorium, and the sorting ceremony was about to begin.
In the restlessness of the first-year students, the Sorting Hat opened like a mouth and sang loudly:
I was a newbie a long time ago, before Hogwarts was built, and the four founders of the Noble School thought they would never part ways...
Our Hogwarts is in danger, and enemies outside the school are stalking us. We must be united within, or everything will fall apart from within. I've spoken to you, I've sounded the alarm for you? Now let's
Start branching out.
After the hat finished singing, he became motionless again.
"Do you think this is Dumbledore's intention, or the Sorting Hat's own intention?" George turned his head and asked during the applause.
Not only him, but also the classmates in the audience were whispering to the people around them, discussing the Sorting Hat's warning.
"Nico, has the Sorting Hat issued a similar warning before?" Albert asked the Gryffindor ghost directly.
"There have been times before," Nearly Headless Nick recalled, "when the Sorting Hat felt it was morally responsible to issue appropriate warnings to the school if it felt that the school was facing... a huge danger. Of course, it
The advice is the same every time: unite and maintain internal stability."
"A prophecy hat?" Fred asked rhetorically.
After feeling the unkind look from Professor McGonagall, everyone obediently shut up.
"How is it possible? The Sorting Hat is placed in Dumbledore's office. He probably heard some news there." Albert said in a voice that could be heard by several people around him.
"After all, you are the prophet." George laughed silently.
Soon, as Professor McGonagall announced their names and the Sorting Hat, the long line of first-year students was shortening little by little.
After the sorting ceremony, their principal stood up to greet everyone and announced the official start of the dinner.
"How does it feel to be the president of the student union? Isn't it great?"
George was cutting a steak and squinting at Umbridge who was also cutting a steak at the teacher's desk.
"She really looks like a toad, a pink toad!"
"Affects appetite."
"I really don't know why the Headmaster would give in to the Ministry of Magic."
"I don't know, Professor Dumbledore must have a reason why he had to give in!"
Several people lowered their voices and whispered.
"I heard people say that unmarried old aunts like her are the most terrifying. Many of them have become twisted because they have not received the nourishment of love." Lee Jordan muttered in a low voice.
"Didn't anyone remind her that there is something wrong with her taste?"
"I dare say she must be twisted inside, otherwise whoever is so old would still dress up as a little girl."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Perhaps, you can try to save her taste."
"Forget it, it's not worth it if you are imprisoned." Lee Jordan gnawed on a chicken leg and laughed at himself: "You should pray to God at this time, maybe God will answer your plea."
"I thought wizards believed in Merlin."
"Wizards have no faith, at least I don't." George shook his head and said, "Merlin's beard and the like are just words."
At this moment, Umbridge, who had just eaten a steak and took a sip of wine, suddenly froze because she discovered that there was blood on the steak.
She reached out and touched the bottom of her nose. She was stunned when she looked at her fingers covered in blood.
I actually had a nosebleed, which seemed serious.
Not only was she stunned, but Dumbledore next to her also noticed Umbridge's change and cast a doubtful look at her.
"are you OK!"
Umbridge had already taken out a handkerchief from her pocket and covered her nose. Before she could answer Dumbledore, the professors on the teaching bench also noticed the change in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Even the students who were chatting in low voices below noticed it.
"What seems to have happened?" Fred suppressed a smile and motioned for everyone to look at Umbridge on the teacher's bench.
"Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seems to have a nosebleed?" Lee Jordan also tried not to laugh.
"Has the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's curse started to take effect?" George deliberately diverted the topic, "She is really unlucky. She has been plagued by bad luck since she first came to school."
Umbridge's eyes widened, and she was horrified to find that the nosebleed had not stopped, and her handkerchief was stained red by the nosebleed.
"Perhaps, you should go to the school hospital. Poppy should be able to give you some help." Professor McGonagall looked at the embarrassed Umbridge and suggested.
After the news of Umbridge's nosebleeds spread, it was soon spread as a curse from the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Some people quietly started a bet on how long Umbridge could last.
"How long do you think it will take for Madam Pomfrey to cure her?" Fred asked Albert sideways. George next to him even sent a message to Albert through the communication bookmark, asking Madam Pomfrey if it was possible that something was wrong.
"Probably...it won't take long."
Albert knew Madam Pomfrey was capable of solving this problem.
In fact, it took about a quarter of an hour, and after Albert had eliminated two portions of food, Umbridge finally returned to her seat.
only……
Good times don't last long.
Umbridge had just eaten something when her nosebleed started again. Then under the watchful eyes of everyone, she hurried to the school hospital to find Madam Pomfrey for help.
This time, Umbridge didn't touch the food on the table. She also suspected that someone had tampered with the food, causing her nose to bleed, but everyone picked the food on their plates, so it was obviously impossible for anyone to deliberately
Target her.
Yes, Umbridge never imagined that Peeves had secretly tampered with her cups, knives and forks.
After all, nosebleeds are relatively common, and everyone thought Umbridge was just not in good health.
Who would have thought that someone was deliberately targeting Umbridge?
No, no one would have thought that, at least no one would find anything wrong now, and the professors would just rejoice in his misfortune.
"Aren't you really going to have some? The syrup fruit pie tastes very good." Dumbledore suggested with a smile, looking at Umbridge who had only eaten a few bites of food since the beginning.
"No, I'd better stop eating for the time being." Umbridge was still smirking, but she was in a very bad mood now. Watching everyone eat while hungry was simply cruel torture. How could she be in a better mood?
What a hell!
It seemed that he was going to post about the Ministry of Magic's interference in Hogwarts after dinner.
Umbridge finally persisted, rudely interrupting Dumbledore and delivering a series of unpopular speeches.
However, something seemed to go wrong during the speech.
"...to achieve a balance between the old and the new, between permanence and change..."
Chirping sounds suddenly sounded in the auditorium.
"...Some old habits will be retained, which is understandable, and some habits have become obsolete, so we must..."
The growling sounds of hungry stomachs sounded again, and everyone was trying not to laugh out loud.
However, Umbridge's belly seemed to protest that it was being abused, and the gurgling became more and more obvious and louder.
Finally, someone below the stage couldn't help laughing.
As long as someone takes the lead, more and more people can't help laughing.
This grunting sound is truly wonderful, almost like the cry of a toad.