Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 193 Can do anything

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  White smoke rose from the hot grill, and the air was filled with the smell of grilled meat.

  A barbecue was going on outside Hagrid's hut.

   Albert used food tongs to flip the beef on the grill, and the surface of the slightly marinated steak was slightly browned.

   "Onions, lemons, and eggs." Hagrid put the ingredients on the table, took a bite of the freshly toasted bread on the plate, and stared at the steak that Albert was turning, feeling even hungrier.

  Before, Hagrid felt that his cooking skills were not bad, but now... he feels that he just cooks food.

   Albert picked up his wand, waved the onion lightly, used the cutting spell to slice it into thin slices, brushed it with dipping sauce, put it down and baked it together.

The eggs are beaten and fried in a pan, and finally put on the plate together with the grilled steak, served with grilled onion slices, fried eggs and a large spoonful of canned peanuts, a homemade grilled steak is complete .

   "It smells delicious. It seems that the grilled steak still needs to be marinated." Hagrid couldn't wait to cut a large piece of beef for himself, and said with a bite.

   "The main pleasure is actually to taste the food you cook, and you will have an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and accomplishment." In fact, Albert has cooking skills, but he has never deliberately upgraded it. After all, except for a few times at home, he doesn't need to cook by himself.

   Albert cut a piece of beef and was about to stuff it into his mouth when he suddenly heard a familiar scream from a distance.

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  Albert had already put the fork in his mouth, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. It was Fred and the others, and they were trotting over here.

   "You, you guys are grilling steaks here?" Fred's eyes were wide open, and he looked at Hagrid and Albert who were enjoying the grilled steaks in disbelief.

   Of course, Hogwarts also provides steak. However, when they saw that Albert was grilling steak here, they felt a little unbalanced.

   "The taste is okay." Albert squeezed lemon juice on the steak, ate another piece, and then raised his head and asked, "Aren't you free to come over?"

   "We came to deliver a letter to you, but we didn't expect to see you hiding here for a barbecue." George had a heartbroken expression on his face.

   "I'm just eating here at Hagrid." Albert took a bite of the roasted onion, inserted the egg into his mouth with a fork, chewed and swallowed it before asking, "Where's my letter?"

   "Here it is." George handed the letter to Albert.

   "Strange, why didn't the owl deliver the letter directly to me?" Albert was a little puzzled, and raised his hand to take the letter from George.

   "Professor Smith asked me to give it to you." George explained, staring at the baked potatoes with cheese on the grill.

   "If you want to eat, take it yourself, don't get burned." Hagrid felt a little funny, and told the three of them to sit down and eat. "I didn't even know his cooking skills were so good when Albert cooked it."

   "Professor Smith?" Albert nodded in understanding. After looking at the sender, he could probably guess what was inside.

   "Aren't you going to take it apart and have a look?" Fred's mouth was full of baked potatoes with cheese.

"Oh." Albert thought for a while and opened the envelope. It was a letter from Serra Harrisis, expressing his willingness to communicate with Albert through letters. In the letter, he also introduced two books related to alchemy. related books.

   "What's written in it?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.

   "Someone is willing to establish a friendly correspondence with me." Albert stuffed the letter back into his pocket and explained with a smile.

   "Is it delicious?" George is more concerned about the taste of grilled steak.

   "It's okay." Albert responded, and continued to bury the food on the plate.

  After swallowing the baked potatoes, Fred couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I didn't expect you could really cook and eat."

   "Why not?" Albert said, "Do it yourself and have enough food and clothing."

   After all, Herb and Daisy are lawyers, and occasionally they are too busy to take care of them.

   "The steak is great." Hagrid admired. He had already finished his portion, which was too small to satisfy Hagrid's appetite. There was also toast on the table, with bacon and cheese, and a small pot of oatmeal.

   "I knew, we should have come to see you after lunch." Fred watched Albert stuff the last piece of beef into his mouth, and couldn't help complaining.

   "That's right, it's time to go back. It's almost time for lunch." After greeting Hagrid, George called Fred and Lee Jordan to get up and leave.

   "Goodbye, Hagrid." Albert greeted Hagrid, and then left with the three of them.

   On the way back to the castle, George suddenly asked: "By the way, we saw you and Hagrid coming out of the Forbidden Forest just now."

   "What are you doing in the Forbidden Forest?" Lee Jordan then asked.

"This... I promised Hagrid that I won't tell anyone else. If you want to know, you can ask Hagrid yourself." Albert knew that the three of them would not ask, otherwise they would have asked just now, and they would not have waited Just ask him now.

   "You actually kept it from us." Fred muttered dissatisfiedly.

   "No way, who told me to promise Hagrid first." Albert shrugged helplessly.

   "Okay." The three of them had no choice but to know that Albert didn't want to talk, so they stopped asking.

   "By the way, is there going to be a meeting of the Wizard Card Club this afternoon?" Lee Jordan was more concerned about this matter. He is now a loyal supporter of the Wizard Card.

   "Well, there are not many people in the auditorium anyway." Albert said, "I have already made the original card."

   As he spoke, Albert took out a few cards and handed them to the three, which were their respective cards.

Fred and George are both wearing Quidditch uniforms and holding a broomstick, while Lee Jordan is wearing wizard robes, wearing a wizard hat and holding a wand, and Albert himself is wearing a wizard costume. Holding a book and a wand.

   "When were these photos taken?" George took his own card, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help asking.

   "What do you think?" Albert smiled and said nothing.

   "Are all cards like this in the future? Finally, it feels a bit formal!" Fred took the card and looked at it, very satisfied with his own card.

   "What about the other cards?" Lee Jordan asked.

   "I haven't made other cards yet, do you think I really have so much time to spend on them?" Albert shrugged, "Besides, I don't have any photos of other people."

   As for what portrait rights?

  There is no such thing in the wizarding world.

   "I'll take this card!" George was about to stuff his own card into his pocket, but was stopped by Albert.

"This is not acceptable. The original cards must stay with me. These will be used as original cards in the future. I will use the transformation spell on them. Once the original card is modified, other cards will also change." Ai Burt explained.

   "Can it still be like this?" Fred was surprised.

   "Well, this spell is used in the Daily Prophet, haven't you noticed?" Albert asked back.

   Several people shook their heads in unison.

  Although they knew that the contents of the Daily Prophet sometimes changed, they didn't know why.

   "Then... how long will it take?"

   "Who knows? At least I have to wait until I learn the Changing Curse." Albert thought about it carefully and said, "It is said that it is at the level of N.E.w.Ts. I guess it will take two or three years."

   "Two or three years?" Li Qiaodan said weakly, "Two or three years, will you be able to reach the N.E.w.Ts level?"

   "Although it may be a bit arrogant to say this, it is actually not too difficult for me to graduate from Hogwarts with excellent grades." Albert said nonchalantly.

   "It's a great loss for them that you didn't go to Ravenclaw." George sighed again, "After all, you have such a brain, don't you?"

   "It would be great if you could get more riddles correct than Katrina."

   "You think too much." Albert glanced at Lee Jordan, and said quite speechlessly, "That's impossible. Compared with a person who guesses riddles every day, do you think you can win?"

   "Then why did you bet on the riddle with her?" Fred was even more puzzled.

"I want to know how many kinds of riddles there are at the entrance of Ravenclaw, and what are the answers to these riddles." Albert said without thinking: "In the future, I might be able to sneak into Ravenclaw's common room .”

   "I think you will be kicked out." Fred said.

   "I think so too." George and Lee Jordan echoed.

   While the four were talking, they had already arrived at the castle. Just as they were about to pass through the hall, they heard hurried footsteps behind them.

   Filch came quickly toward them.

   "Dirty stuff! Dirty stuff everywhere, I've had enough!" Filch shouted angrily, pointing at the muddy footprints on the ground. His eyes were bulging, the flesh on his face was trembling, and he looked scary, "I've had enough...Killing chickens to scare monkeys...You four, follow me!"

   "Ahem, calm down, Mr. Filch." Albert took out his wand, and waved lightly at his muddy footprints and boots. The muddy footprints on the ground disappeared, and the mud on the boots also disappeared.

  Fred, George, and Lee Jordan looked at each other and used the descaling spell on their boots.

   Unfortunately, they found they couldn't get the stain off completely.

   "How did you do it." George couldn't help asking.

   "The Vanishing Curse." Albert waved his wand to clean them up for them, and then said to Filch who was stunned, "Can we go?"

   Before Filch could answer, the four of them walked through the foyer into the auditorium, leaving Filch with a dazed face and other people who were going to watch the show. When he came back to his senses, the four of Albert had already left.

   Filch was trembling all over, and there were a few students watching the play beside him. Unfortunately, they didn't know that there was a word called "disaster in the pond". Therefore, two unlucky Hufflepuff students were targeted by Filch to make an example of them.

  They want to do like Albert, but unfortunately, neither of them can use the disappearing spell.

  (end of this chapter)