Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 144 Easter eggs

   During the Easter holiday, some Hogwarts students will choose to go back to spend the holiday with their families.

   Albert did not come home.

   After all, the end of term is coming and so is summer vacation.

   Moreover, there are not many students going home during the Easter holiday, which is related to the heavy holiday homework assigned by the professors to the students before the holiday.

   Whether you go home or not, you have to do a bunch of vacation homework, and... you can't borrow books from the school library when you go home.

  Although most of the holiday homework may be specially prepared by the professors to allow students to prepare for the exam.

   Daisy was disappointed that Albert didn't come home for the holidays, but sent him some Easter eggs anyway.

  On Easter Day, Sheila brought the Easter eggs to Albert, and there was a photo in the package.

   Albert picked up the photo and grinned.

  The photo shows Tom crouching in a basket of Easter eggs hatching.

   I don't know why, but Albert always finds this scene very hilarious.

   By the way, Tom seems to be gaining weight again.

   Is it an illusion?

  Shela, who was left out in the cold, yelled at Albert in dissatisfaction.

   "Sorry." Albert immediately took out owl nuts from the pocket of his robe and fed them to Shera, while he unpacked the Easter eggs, broke the chocolate shell, and put a piece in his mouth.

  As in the past Easter, Daisy will buy Easter eggs in a familiar candy store. Its shell is made of chocolate, and there is chocolate-flavored toffee that Albert likes to eat inside.

   "Would you like a toffee?" Albert handed half an egg containing toffee to his roommate.

   "You try my Easter eggs, too." Lee Jordan has already used his fingernails to pry open an Easter egg the size of an ostrich egg, stuffed with fudge.

   "It's actually fudge." Albert picked up a piece of fudge and threw it into his mouth, and couldn't help but sigh.

   "Otherwise, what do you think it will be?" Li Qiaodan couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Albert.

   "Bibi Duowei Dou!" The twins said in unison.

   "Hell, who's going to put more flavored beans in an Easter egg?" Lee Jordan couldn't help but spit, "You want fudge?"

   "Of course." Fred muttered after eating a fudge, pinching a chocolate toffee and throwing it into his mouth, "George, do you think Mommy will remember to send us Easter eggs?"

   "Perhaps, she forgot," said George, "after all, she was too busy."

"Mom never forgets your Easter eggs." Percy walked towards this side, handed the Easter eggs to Fred and George, then turned to Albert and said, "Professor Brod asked me to remind you You, go to him at six o'clock in the evening, don't remember the wrong time."

   "Six o'clock in the evening?" Lee Jordan repeated, confused.

   "It's an invitation." Albert explained casually, "Professor Broad invited me... Actually, I don't know what the professor invited me to do. I think it might be afternoon tea."

   "Who have you met drinking afternoon tea at six o'clock in the evening?" George couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "There is a limit for me to talk nonsense."

   "By the way, you didn't tell us about this." Fred widened his eyes and looked at Albert with disbelief. "I bet it must be a party or a banquet."

   "I am often invited by Professor Brod to the office for tea, and at most I will have refreshments."

   "Why does it always feel weird to hear you say that." Li Qiaodan muttered.

   "When I come back, I will tell you whether it is a banquet or a tea party." Albert was not entangled in this matter either.

   Of course he knew what he was being invited to.

  The so-called academic gathering.

   "By the way, is this a Bludger?" Li Qiaodan pointed to the Easter egg that looked like a Bludger in Fred's hand.

   "Aren't you going to open it and see what's inside?" Albert reminded.

   "Charlie must have told the family that we will become batters." George opened the outer layer of eggs, and the inside exuded a strong smell of milk.

  The duo's Bludger eggs are filled with milk-flavored toffee, apparently homemade by Mrs. Weasley.

   "Do you want to try it?" Fred threw one into his mouth, chewed the taffy slowly, and muttered inarticulately, "It tastes good."

  Both Albert and Li Jordan took one from the pile of taffy and threw it into their mouths. After chewing, their mouths were filled with a strong milk fragrance.

   The taste is not bad, but toffee can't be eaten too much.

   "Look over there..." George exclaimed, "What happened to Shanna?"

  Albert raised his head and saw Shanna who was being slammed on the head by textbooks, schoolbags and ink bottles, so he picked up his wand and waved lightly to break Mrs. Pince's spell.

   "Are you okay?" Albert had already guessed what was going on.

   "Just in the library..." Shanna said out of breath, "I forgot, you can't eat in the library."

   Sure enough, he was kicked out by Mrs. Pince.

   "Thank you, Albert." After a moment, Shanna managed to recover, "It's really disgusting, do you want some fudge?"

  Sanna's Easter egg contains various flavors of fudge. She just ate fudge in the library before she was kicked out of the library by Mrs. Pince.

  The easter egg is very large, with an obvious commercial label on it, and it was bought in a candy store like Albert.

   Albert ate a piece of fudge, which tasted like strawberry sandwich.

   "As long as Mrs. Pince doesn't see it, it's fine." Albert blinked at Shanna, "I often steal hard candies in the library."

   "That's a good idea." Shanna giggled.

   "Oh, don't peck." Albert felt pain in his elbow, and immediately withdrew his hand.

   "What happened to your owl?" Shanna looked at Shera suspiciously.

   "It's urging me to write a reply." Albert muttered, he took out a quill from his schoolbag, and started writing letters to his family, not forgetting to ask Nia not to feed Tom too fat.

   Watching the owl fly away, Albert focused on reviewing again.

  Recently, I have been concentrating on ancient runes, and I always feel a little slack about other subjects. Mr. Fusco’s letter has not been answered yet.

   "What are you thinking about?" Shanna raised her eyebrows and asked, a little dissatisfied that Albert was distracted when talking to herself.

   "It's nothing, I was wondering how much homework I haven't done." Albert said casually.

   "You are the last person to say that." Fred said resentfully.

   "Let's go first, we have something to do later." George pulled Fred away.

   "Recently, Fred and George have always been mysterious, and they don't know what the **** they're doing." Albert looked back and continued to discuss homework with Shanna.

  Professors have mentioned that those topics are very important and must be taken in exams. Lee Jordan has always been interested in them, which can make his review much easier.

  …

   "It's almost time, I'll go first."

   Albert took out his pocket watch, glanced at the pointer on it, got up and said to the people around him.

   "Where is he going?" Shanna looked at Albert's back and asked puzzledly: "We will have dinner later."

   "Professor Broad sent him an invitation letter." Lee Jordan sorted out the class notes and explained casually, "Invite Albert to have dinner together."

   "Professor Broad?"

   "Don't you know?" Lee Jordan was a little envious of Albert's treatment, and whispered, "Albert is Professor Broad's most proud student, not one of them."

   "I thought it was Professor McGonagall." Shanna said in surprise.

   "Some time ago, Albert would go to Professor Brod's office every week..." Lee Jordan began to disclose some trifles about Albert to Shanna.

   "Anyone saw Fred and George." Angelina sat in the place vacated by Albert, interrupting their communication.

   "You said Fred and George..."

   Albert didn't know what Lee Jordan had said to the others. After returning to the dormitory and putting down his schoolbag, Albert adjusted his appearance in the mirror and went to Professor Broad's office alone.

  Professor Broad seemed to be waiting for him. When Albert knocked on the door, the wooden door of the office quickly opened.

   "You are always so punctual." With a faint smile on his face, Professor Broad said to Albert: "Okay, we should go, don't make others wait too long."

   "Where are we going?" Albert asked.

   "McDougal's house." Professor Broad reached out to pick up a small box from the fireplace, handed it to Albert, and made a gesture of invitation to him.

   "This is?" Albert looked at the shiny powder in the small box, and immediately guessed what it was.

"Floo powder. Oh, I almost forgot, you haven't used Floo powder, have you?" Professor Brod suddenly remembered this, and introduced: "The use of Floo powder is very simple, first you have to go Go to the fire, then throw the powder into the flame, and when the flame rises, then walk into the flame. At this time, you must clearly state where you want to go. The place we are going to is called the lake house."

   Albert picked up a pinch of shiny powder from a small box, walked to the stove, and threw the powder into the flames.

   With a whoosh, the fire turned green and rose higher than Albert.

  Albert hesitated for a moment, but he stepped into the fire and called out "hut in the lake".

   In the blink of an eye, Albert was swallowed by flames and disappeared.

  Floo powder's trip was also not very pleasant. Albert felt his body was spinning rapidly. He squinted his eyes, and a series of furnace doors flashed vaguely in front of him, and he could vaguely glimpse the room outside the fireplace.

  The swirling green flames made Albert feel dizzy, and there was the sound of howling wind in his ears, and he felt that he was moving at high speed.

  Blinking his eyes, the rotation stopped, and the whistling sound also disappeared, and Albert felt himself falling on the cold ground.

   "It's really choking."

  Albert fell to the floor in embarrassment, and someone seemed to help him up from the ground.

   "Welcome, Mr. Anderson."

  A sharp voice rang in Albert's ear. Albert, who had just got up and was about to brush off the ashes on his cloak, was stunned. He looked in the direction of the sound. It was a house elf.

   A few seconds later, Professor Brod also climbed out of the fire and stood on the carpet in the hall, brushing the ashes from his robes.

   "This way, gentlemen, the dinner is ready," said the house-elf sharply.

   "Dinner?" Albert looked suspiciously at Professor Broad.

   "Of course it's a dinner party. Let's go, don't make everyone wait too long."

   This house is very big, not small at all. It is a bit ridiculous to describe it as a house in the lake.

  Led by the house-elf, they left the hall, walked through the corridors and stairs, and came to a carpeted sunroom with transparent walls.

  The dinner party was held in this spacious room, and there were already three people in the room, except for McDougal, and the other two seemed to be a little older.

   Among them, the older one may be over a hundred years old, and the other is at least eighty. They are all looking at Albert with curious eyes.

  No malice, just curiosity and friendliness.

"Albert Anderson, the genius I have introduced to you, is good at ancient runes." McDougall pointed to Albert and introduced to the other two: "Of course, there is also Transfiguration. I was just a while ago I read Albert's article on Metamorphosis Today, and Professor Brod said that Albert is also very good at Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms."

   "I'm Albert, nice to meet you all." Albert looked a little reserved, and nodded slightly towards several people.

"Tiberus Ogden, an expert in spells and runes." McDougall pointed to the older man and introduced to Albert, "The "Magic Theory" you are using now actually has references to it." A credit to Bellus."

  The old man reached out and shook Albert lightly.

   "Gerber Smith." McDougall pointed to the 80-year-old man and said, "He is good at transformation, divination and ancient runes, and he is also an expert in alchemy."

   After Albert shook hands with this Mr. Smith, he felt a bit out of harmony.

  But he couldn't tell where the violation was.

  The dinner was very sumptuous, but the food was relatively bland. The five of them chatted while eating, using ancient runes.

  As McDougal said, everyone is an expert in ancient runes, and they belong to the very powerful kind. When McDougal wrote the ancient runes, he also got their help.

  Smith and Ogden were equally surprised that Albert was able to use ancient runes so skillfully.

   Sure enough, seeing is better than hearing a hundred times.

   Albert was full, and they sat on soft armchairs, talking about the ancient runes.

   To be honest, it feels really strange for a young child to mix with a group of old people talking about academic theories.

  But you have to admit that they are a group of very capable people, and they also have a wealth of knowledge in runes, and they are sneaky when speaking in ancient runes.

  If uninformed people come here, they will think that they accidentally traveled to a thousand years ago.

  The friendly conversation continued well into the night.

  Albert also expressed to Gerber Smith that he was interested in alchemy, and asked about how to use the ancient runes.

  Gerber looked at Albert's wooden bracelet and said with a smile: "There is actually nothing wrong with the protective bracelet you made. The reason for the failure is that you have not been able to inject power into the runes."

   Albert was a little confused.

"Rune characters are a kind of mysterious characters, and they contain mysterious magical power. However, what you are doing now, just carving it, does not make rune characters have power." Gerber Smith explained, "Concentrate Spirit, inject your magical power into the runes you carved, which is why the runes are called magical characters."

  When wizards cast spells using this magical writing, the spells used become more powerful, and only those who are good at ancient runes will really realize this.

  Perhaps, some wizards are vaguely aware of something, but they don't understand what's going on. They just skillfully use the ancient rune and master the method of using it unconsciously.

   Therefore, wizards will think that ancient magic is more powerful, although that is also true.

  Unfortunately, the old man's energy is limited, and the conversation between the two parties has come to an end.

  However, Gerber Smith and Tiberus Ogden indicated that they could establish friendly contact with Albert through letters in the future.

   It was after ten o'clock in the evening that the banquet was declared over, and Albert returned to school through Floo powder.

  Albert, who had just stood up from his chair, realized something was wrong.

Looking from his side to the right, McDougal is in his forties and fifties, Professor Broad is in his sixties, Gerber Smith is in his eighties, and Tiberus Ogden is in his nineties or even a hundred. , and what about myself?

Twelve years old!

   Less personal.

  There is a wizard in his twenties and thirties missing, and between himself and Mr. McDougal, maybe there should be another genius in his twenties and thirties.

   Only in this way can there be rules to follow.

   "Am I thinking too much?" Albert murmured.

  Before returning to school through the fireplace, Albert suddenly asked, "Professor Brod, is there someone missing today?"

   "Why do you ask such a question?" Professor Broad was stunned for a moment and asked in doubt.

   "It's nothing, I always feel that this banquet is missing someone." Albert murmured.

   "There are no fewer people." Professor Brod repeated suspiciously, "There are no fewer people. I said last time that the ancient runes are a bit serious. So, it's not that there are fewer people, but that there are no fewer people."

   Albert always felt that Professor Brod's words had other meanings, so he returned slowly to the Gryffindor common room. At this time, the common room was still very lively and did not go to sleep.

  Albert yawned and went straight back to the dormitory. The other roommates haven't come back yet.

  He held the wooden bracelet in a daze, thinking about what Gerber Smith said.

   It was nearly half past eleven before Li Qiaodan returned to the dormitory, seemingly having a great time.

   "Where are Fred and George? They're not with you?" Albert frowned slightly as he watched Lee Jordan returning to the dormitory alone. Hogwarts had a curfew after eleven o'clock.

   "No, I haven't seen Fred and George since just now, I thought they went back to the dormitory to rest first." Lee Jordan also frowned slightly.

   "Fred and George aren't in the common room?" Albert suddenly had a bad feeling.

  (end of this chapter)