Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 121 is very clear

  Gryffindor is still immersed in the joy of defeating the Hufflepuff team. As long as they beat the Ravenclaw team again, Gryffindor may win the Quidditch championship trophy.

   Currently, Gryffindor has a high probability of winning the prize. As long as Slytherin defeats Ravenclaw, or they can defeat Ravenclaw, the trophy will eventually belong to Gryffindor.

  Breakfast time, Charlie sat opposite Albert, studying his Quidditch tactics. Fortunately, Charlie had already finished his breakfast and left, otherwise Albert and the others would not know how long they would have to listen to his nagging.

  After Albert ate the sausage on the plate, he said to Lee Jordan next to him: "Next time, stay away from Charlie at breakfast, these Quidditch captains are going crazy, it's really scary."

   "What are you talking about..." Lee Jordan replied casually, and then the fruit in front of him began to emit thick black smoke.

"Ahem, what the **** are you doing!" Albert was coughing dryly from the thick smoke. He covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and looked in the direction of the black smoke, thinking that there was a fire, but found the thick smoke It sprang from the fruit on Lee Jordan's desk.

   "I just...cough." Li Qiaodan coughed dryly from the choking, and his black face became even darker from the smoke.

  The fruit was still emitting black smoke, and Lee Jordan had to use an empty bowl turned upside down on the table to cover the smoking fruit inside, but the black smoke would still overflow from under the bowl.

   "Wow, it's so thick black smoke, what did you do?" George opened the upside-down bowl lid, and the black smoke burst out all of a sudden, attracting the attention of a group of people.

   "I just want to try to see if I can restore the fruit I bit off." Li Qiaodan scratched his head in embarrassment. "As a result, I was distracted just now, and it became like this."

   "Is there a way to get the smoke out." Lee Jordan cast a look at Albert for help.

   "The spell stops immediately." Albert took out his wand, tapped the smoking fruit with the tip of the wand, and used a universal counter-curse on it.

  The fruit is no longer emitting black smoke, but it has become charred black, as if it had been burned into a coke by the fire.

   "What spell did you use just now?" Albert took a fork and poked the fruit lightly, and it quickly turned into a pile of charred gray carbon.

   "I don't know either." Li Qiaodan was still confused.

   "By the way, what spell were you practicing just now?" George picked up some ashes, rubbed them on his fingertips, and asked.

   "The Restoration Curse." Lee Jordan confessed honestly.

   "You can tear up a piece of newspaper to practice." It was the first time Albert saw someone using fruit to practice the healing spell.

  He suddenly remembered that he hadn't read the newspaper today, so he asked, "Have any of you read my Daily Prophet today?"

   "It's here with me." Fred handed Albert the headline of the Daily Prophet, who was now reading the Quidditch column.

   "What's the front page news?" Albert took the newspaper and opened it.

"I just read the front page and Cornelius Fudge is the Minister of Magic," said Fred. "It is said that the new minister sends a bunch of owls to Dumbledore every morning to consult with him about the thing."

   Albert opened the Daily Prophet, glanced at the news on the front page, and suddenly said, "He's a pretty smart guy."

   "Why do you say that." George was puzzled.

   "At first, Fudge may not have much confidence in his ability." Albert said without thinking, "Dumbledore's voice is far higher than others, Fudge wants everyone to know that his decision-making is related to Dumbledore."

   "Doing this can reduce prejudice in the magical world, give him time to slowly adapt to the position of minister, and let everyone see that he is working hard to be a minister. In fact, Fudge's reputation after taking office is not bad."

   "In a few years, Fudge will become more and more confident. This is a process. No one can do a good job as the Minister of Magic from the beginning."

   "That makes sense." Fred nodded in praise.

  Later, Albert knew what Cornelius Fudge looked like.

   Albert's evaluation of Fudge is: Bewitched by power and wealth.

  The 4-year electoral system is actually quite reasonable.

  If Fudge worked diligently as the Minister of Magic for four years, and then stepped down and replaced him, Albert believed that Fudge would definitely be well received in the Ministry of Magic. Even if he didn't become the Minister of Magic, he could still have a good job.

  Unfortunately, the Minister of Magic is basically a lifelong tenure, except that he doesn't want to do it, or is kicked out of power.

   "The mouse becomes a snuffbox, have you mastered it?" Shanna interrupted abruptly: "I heard that this question will be tested in the transformation test."

   "There are still four months until the final exam." Fred folded the newspaper, glanced at Shanna and said, "Don't make a fuss, we still have a long time."

   "I heard that if you do too badly in the exam, you will be repeated by the school!" Shanna warned.

   "I haven't heard of anyone being repeated." Fred shook his head and said, "As long as you put in the effort before the exam, you will definitely not be repeated."

   "Really someone was repeated?" George was very interested in this topic.

   "Who?" Lee Jordan was also curious.

"should not."

   Albert frowned slightly. He remembered that a certain Slytherin student had been repeated, but whether it was true or not, he didn't want to get into it at all. Anyway, as long as he didn't get repeated, it would be fine. "

   "I really envy Albert, this guy is sure to get high marks in any test." Lee Jordan said rather resentfully, he has not yet mastered turning a mouse into a snuffbox.

   "I really envy Albert, this guy will definitely get a high score in any test." The Weasley brothers repeated in unison.

   "Shut up and get the **** out," Albert yelled.

   "Ahem." Someone coughed lightly.

   Albert turned around and looked at the person who came and asked, "What's the matter?"

   "The next event will be at 3:30 p.m. next Saturday. Don't forget the time." Isobel reminded.

   "Why did the time suddenly change?" Albert asked suspiciously.

   "The new issue of "Transfiguration Today" is on sale at the weekend, and Professor McGonagall is going to take the...

  ... Anyway, just don't remember the time wrong. "

   "Oh, I see." Albert nodded.

   "How is Professor McGonagall's club?" Shanna asked curiously.

   "It's difficult." Albert thought for a while and said, "It's all about expanding knowledge. Professor McGonagall also encouraged us to write letters to experts in this field and keep in touch."

   "You wrote it?" Lee Jordan asked.

   "Don't ask." George said suddenly.

   "Why?" Several people were puzzled.

   "I don't want to..." George was interrupted by Albert before he finished speaking.

   "Don't worry, if you can't hear it, no one will reply to me." Albert said calmly.

   "Not really."

   "Who do you expect to value first-year letters?"

   "Aren't you mad? Don't care?"

   "I don't mind." Albert said calmly, "When I become the winner of the Most Promising Newcomer Award of "Today's Transfiguration", they will write back to me."

   "You can see clearly."

   "You haven't... left yet?" Albert turned his head and saw Isobel sitting behind him, and was immediately speechless.

   "Let's go, there are two herbal medicine classes in the morning, don't be late." George got up and reminded.

  The four stood on the way to the greenhouse, looked at the heavy rain outside and asked, "Have you brought umbrellas?"

"Did not bring."

   Several people looked at Albert in unison.

   "I have mastered the summoning technique, so it doesn't matter if I don't have an umbrella." Albert took out his wand, waved it, and an umbrella instantly appeared on the tip of the wand.

   "So what do we do?" Fred asked.

   "Let's go through the rain." Albert walked towards the greenhouse with an umbrella.

  After the three of George looked at each other, Qi Qi ran towards Albert, and the four of them gathered together under an umbrella, crowding towards the greenhouse.

  (end of this chapter)