Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 272 Morality in the corner

   Speaking of February, there are many things worth noting.

  At the beginning of February, students from the third grade and above can go to Hogsmeade to play. There was a Quidditch match in the middle of the month, this time between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and at the end of the month there was a selection for the Wizarding Club.

  Of course, the last one counts.

  Time is like a lame old man, slowly entering February amidst the urging voices of countless students.

  Of course, not all students want time to pass faster, and Albert is one of them. Recently, he always feels that there is not enough time, and even less time for leisure and laziness.

   Really wish there was a time-turner.

  However, the time consumed by the time converter is actually counted on the user. If the time converter is used too frequently to go back to the past, the lifespan of the user will be shortened.

  Albert is considering whether to put all the **** on him aside.

  Because there are too many old friends, he basically needs to write a letter every day, and there are still many things in the notebook that have not been completed.

  Isobel is right, he is indeed too greedy. If it weren't for the skill panel, I'm afraid I would have been overwhelmed and driven crazy by that pile of things. Hermione in the third grade is the best example.

   Forget it, now is not the time to stop and rest, accumulate more capital while you are young, and when you have enough capital, you can live the life you want.

   "It's almost over after one or two more years."

  As for Voldemort's problem, Albert really never worried about it.

   After all, with the tall man, the savior Potter, all he needs to consider is how to use Voldemort's affairs to benefit himself.

   After all, the days when Voldemort ruled the wizarding world was the darkest time for the wizarding world and Britain, and chaos meant opportunity.

  Albert took out his small notebook and wrote down what he thought of. This notebook is almost used up again.

  He flips through, sighs, puts the notebook back in his pocket, and checks the homework he just finished. So I started to write to Mundungus Fletcher, asking him to meet at the Three Broomsticks on his next trip to Hogsmeade.

  Albert really needs the fur of the swamp digger. The mandrake that he stuffed into the salt a few months ago has been there for several months, and it should not be long before it will completely become a black magic item. At that time, the fur of the swamp digger will be needed to restrain it, otherwise, even Albert would not dare to reprocess this black magic item rashly, lest he will be unlucky with him when he gets it.

  Mundungus Fletcher's reply arrived soon, and he probably didn't want the swamp digger's fur to fall on his hands. However, from the lines in the letter, it wasn't hard to see that the guy still wanted to slaughter Albert's wallet.

  Do you really treat me like a child?

   Albert couldn't help laughing, and threw the parchment into the forbidden fireplace, watching the flames burn the paper to ashes, with a weird smile on his face.

"Albert's smile is so creepy." The lazy George happened to look up at this scene, couldn't help shivering, touched Fred next to him with his elbow, and signaled him to look at Albert .

   "I don't know who's going to be unlucky!" Fred muttered softly.

   "Hogsmeade next time, are you going?" Albert looked around and asked in a low voice after making sure there was no one around.

   "Go, why not." Lee Jordan said without looking up, just after Christmas, his pockets were still bulging.

   "The letter from the thief?" Fred felt like he had guessed the answer.

   "Well, he doesn't seem to have given up on killing me. If the conversation falls apart..." Albert sneered, "I will rob him, or buy and sell by force."

   "Isn't this... not very good." Lee Jordan put down the quill in his hand and looked at Albert worriedly. Although he is often mischievous and likes to violate school discipline, Li Qiaodan is still a good person at heart.

"It's really not very good." Albert did not deny this, "However, Mundungus Fletcher is not a good guy. That guy is a professional liar and thief, and also works as a black market dealer. Shady hookups are rare, and the other party doesn't want to make a good deal, so there's no need to be too polite to him."

   "For a villain, Albert is right, and I don't think you need to be too polite." Fred and George looked at each other, and asked in a low voice: "How are you going to deal with this matter?"

   "A Disillusionment Curse, a Stunning Curse, and a Forgetting Curse." Albert naturally knew what to do, and he was not worried that he would fail. Some things, whether you do mental calculations or not, really make you hard to guard against.

  Perhaps, Mundungus Fletcher is a very cautious guy, but he never imagined that the fat sheep he thought was trying to rob him.

  In his previous life, Albert thought he was a very moral person. Even if the matter fell apart, he never thought of it like this.

  In this life, he has a cheat, has mastered magical magic, and has been under the influence of capitalism for more than ten years. His moral values ​​in his previous life have long been pushed into the corner by him.

   To say something rather immoral: the primitive accumulation of capital has always been cruel and bloody.

   "Look at Mundungus Fletcher's choice, and then decide how to deal with this matter."

  Fred and George didn't have a good impression of Mundungus, so they agreed with Albert's opinion, and Lee Jordan also agreed, and Albert didn't intend to go too far.

   "What are you discussing?" Shanna came over, still holding a book borrowed from the library.

   "We're discussing about the wizard card." Albert casually brought up the topic, and the three people next to him also saw the strangeness and agreed casually.

   "By the way, have you heard?"

   "Heard what?" Fred asked curiously.

   "There is a monster hiding in the Forbidden Forest." Shanna reminded in a low voice, "In the afternoon, when someone was protecting magical creatures on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, they heard a terrifying beast roar."

   "Forbidden Forest, beast roar?" Albert immediately thought of Hagrid's Lu Wei.

   "Maybe, Hagrid kept some dangerous animals in the Forbidden Forest." Fred said jokingly.

   "Should we go in and see what kind of monster it is?" George continued with curiosity shining in his eyes, "We can ask Hagrid to go with him, and he will take care of it."

   It seems that George's head is not too stupid.

  In just half a day, weird rumors began to spread in the school. There was some danger in the Forbidden Forest. Mystical creatures came to the periphery.

   Various rumors are circulating that Professor Kettleber has already planned to move most of his classes to the lawn next to the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

   The exemption is over.

  (end of this chapter)