Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 826 Lace News

   "George, George, where are you, come and see today's Daily Prophet headlines." Fred's voice rang out from the kitchen.

   "Early in the morning, what are you screaming and screaming over there?" Mrs. Weasley, who was feeding the chickens in the courtyard, glared at her frizzy son with her hands on her hips.

"Mom, look at today's "Daily Prophet" headlines." Fred handed the newspaper to his mother and said excitedly: "Albert won the Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellent Spellcasting Technique , do you know what award that is?"

   "It would be great if you could be as reassuring as Albert." Mrs. Weasley took the newspaper with a look of resentment.

   "You should compare your precious son Percy with Albert." Fred pouted and said, "Me and George are just picked up from the field by you."

   "You still dare to talk back, are you trying to **** me off!"

  Mrs. Weasley looked at Fred who disappeared in a flash, and her eyes fell on the newspaper in her hand. It was written on it: The youngest Barnabus Finkley in history to win the gold medal for excellent spellcasting was born.

  There is a photo below the headlines. In the photo, Albert holds the trophy in both hands, wears a medal around his neck, and has a confident smile on his face.

   "Mom, did you see today's paper?" Percy's voice came from the kitchen.

   "Over here, Fred just took it out." Mrs. Weasley went to the kitchen window and stuffed the newspaper in.

  Percy took the newspaper, glared at George who was giggling next to him, and caught a glimpse of Fred who had just turned a corner and entered the kitchen.

   "Hey, you should stop mentioning Albert in front of your mother. She always likes to compare us with him." George reminded his twin brother gloatingly, "Always talk about other people's children."

   "I should have studied hard if I knew it earlier." Fred felt a little regretful. Since their O.W.Ls results were sent home, their summer vacation has become very bad.

  Albert once reminded them that if the results of O.W.Ls are not good, the summer vacation may not be easy.

  Hey, next time, before that guy opens his mouth, he must stop his mouth. Every time he says those **** things, what he says, what he hits.

   "I don't know how much prize money the champion will get this time?"

  George walked behind Percy, stared at the newspaper for a long time and said, "Actually, I'm more curious about how much he earned this time."

   "It shouldn't be much, at most one or two thousand Galleons." Fred had heard Albert talk about bonuses, and most of the international champions can get a good bonus.

"No, you definitely didn't pay attention to it just now. There was a newspaper saying that the Spanish "Daily Bullfight" lost tens of thousands of Galleons due to gambling." George read it carefully several times and said: "Do you think Albert Will he give up this opportunity? I dare say he will definitely bet on himself to win the final championship, God knows how many Galleons he won."

  Percy's eyes fell on the front page news again, and he found the record of interviewing reporters. For example, some people are preparing to file a formal complaint to the International Federation of Wizards, and previously even falsely claimed that someone used Felicia during the competition, all in an attempt to prevent young wizards in the UK from winning awards.

   What attracted the attention of British wizards was probably Albert's lace news. Those shameless reporters reprocessed Albert's answer, and even directly distorted the meaning.

  Percy put down the newspaper, he felt that the most correct thing Fred and George did in their life was getting to know Albert. There is no doubt that Albert, who has always been generous to his friends, has extended his hand to them, and the future of the two at least will not be too bad.

  Actually, judging from Fred’s statement that it’s only one or two thousand Galleons at most, it’s not hard to see their attitude towards money.

"This is an international award with a lot of weight. It is said that it is easy to win the championship, but it is very difficult to win the gold medal, and any wizard who wins the gold medal will eventually become a great wizard." Percy recalled, " It is said that Dumbledore once won this award."

   "As expected of Albert." George couldn't help but sighed, "I always feel that winning an award is as easy as drinking water for him."

   "He still has to go to the International Alchemy Conference, maybe he can get another prize back then." Fred has great confidence in Albert and is sincerely happy for him to win the award.

  …

   "What's the matter Hermione?" Mrs. Granger found her daughter frowning at the newspaper.

   "Albert won the award." Hermione spread the newspaper on the table, Mr. and Mrs. Granger leaned their heads over, and saw the headline of the newspaper at a glance.

  The Grangers still remembered that their daughter once said that the handsome young man in the photo was a senior who took good care of her in school, and also the first friend Hermione made in school.

   "You should be happy for him." Mr. Granger was a little confused, not understanding why his daughter frowned.

   "The newspapers are reporting randomly again," Hermione pointed out Albert's lace news: "I remember when he won the International Wizards Chess Championship last time, those reporters also wrote lace news in the newspapers."

   For some reason, Hermione was very angry every time she saw those reporters randomly reporting Albert's lace news in the newspaper.

  The whole school knows that Albert has a girlfriend, and the kind of relationship is very close.

"You have to know, those newspapers dare to write anything in order to sell the newspapers, because many people like to read these gossip news." Mr. Granger looked at his daughter, blinked and said: "However, that's true. He's a fine boy."

   "Excellent, no, I think genius is more suitable." Hermione corrected.

   "I remember that Mr. Anderson often gave you gifts." Mrs. Granger smiled. She thought Hermione might like the handsome boy.

  Genius, handsome, rich, and gentle, who doesn't like such a boyfriend?

  Hermione suddenly noticed that her family members were all looking at her, and asked suspiciously, "What are you staring at me for?"

   "I remember that you seem to be buying dresses this semester. It should be a dance. He might invite you to dance." Mrs. Granger reminded with a smile, "Seize the opportunity."

   "What are you thinking? Albert already has a girlfriend." Hermione looked at the handsome boy in the newspaper, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

  …

   "See what I do?"

  Isobel found that his sister was staring at him with a strange look.

   "You actually know how to dress up?" Katrina looked at the beautiful and moving Isobel, and she didn't understand why she was dressing up. Could it be that she was going on a date with Albert?

   "No, I didn't sleep last night, so I dressed up a little bit." Isobel asked casually, "Do you want to pick up Albert with me?"

   "Why pick him up?" Katrina was even more puzzled.

   "Didn't you read today's newspaper? He just came back from Spain." Isobel pointed to the newspaper on the table.

Katrina picked up the "Daily Prophet" on the table, and saw the guy holding the championship trophy at a glance, then quickly glanced at the content of the headlines, looked up at Isobel, "Aren't you angry? Then The guy obviously has you, but he is still hooking up with other women outside."

   "That's just what the reporter deliberately fabricated for the sake of newspaper sales." Isobel said indifferently, "I was chatting with him last night."

   "I won't go." Katrina has no interest in making fun of herself.

"I'm leaving."

  Katrina looked at the back of Isobel's departure, picked up the newspaper on the table and began to study, "Intentional? Not necessarily, if there is nothing wrong, those reporters will definitely not write like this."

   Albert had no idea that he was being edited by the reporter again,

  He just walked out of the international Floo network fireplace, he only felt the food in his stomach was churning, and he didn't sleep all night, which made Albert feel very uncomfortable, like motion sickness.

"are you OK?"

   Bud noticed that Albert's face was slightly pale, and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I stayed up late last night, and now I come back from using this thing, I feel a little uncomfortable." Albert said he was fine, and he said to Bud, "I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron first, Isobel is over there wait for me."

   "You can use the fireplace here to go directly to the Leaky Cauldron!" Bud said to Albert with a smile, "There's no need to waste time walking there."

"Then I'll go back first, see you another day, Mr. Bard, and this time I really thank you." After Albert thanked Bud again, he took out Floo powder from the jar and sprinkled it into the fireplace. Step into the rising green flames and head straight to the Leaky Cauldron.

   When Albert came out of the rotating fireplace again, the dizziness of the rotation almost made him fall.

  In a daze, it seemed that someone reached out to support Albert, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the person was Isobel.

   "I didn't keep you waiting!" Albert asked with a smile.

   "No, I've only been here for five minutes." Isobel reached out to hug him, "Welcome back."

   "Have you put on makeup?" Albert looked at his girlfriend in surprise.

   "Does it look good?" Isobel asked with a smile.

   "It looks better than before." Albert said honestly.

   "Going to Hogsmeade now?" Isobel asked, holding Albert's hand.

   "Well, it's faster to go back from there. The aftereffect of using the international Floo network is a bit big. I have to lie down and rest for a while."

  …

   "Don't make noise, let me sleep a little longer?"

  Albert opened his eyes tiredly, and found Nia sitting beside his bed with Tom in his arms, sweeping his face with the cat's tail from time to time.

   "It's time to eat." Nia asked suspiciously, "Did you not sleep last night?"

"Uh, I chatted with Isobel all night." Albert covered his yawn again, lazily got up from the bed, glanced at the trophies and medals on the table, and said to his sister, "I'll bring you I got a gift, did you see it?"

   "Are you talking about records?" Nia asked back.

   "Well, it is said that she is a very famous singer in the European magic circle." Albert pointed to the door, signaling Nia to go out, he was going to change clothes.

   "The singer is very beautiful and the voice is nice, but the song is not good." After Nia left the bedroom, she leaned her back on the wall next to the door, talking to Albert, "I feel that the aesthetics of the magic world are relatively ordinary."

  She didn't forget the record that Albert sent last time. It is said to be a very famous song in the magic world. It seems to be called "You stole my pot, but you can't get my heart". Since that time, Nia has not expected much from the songs of the wizarding world.

   "This is the shortcoming of the small number of people. If the number of people is large, more excellent works will emerge." Albert said with a smile: "If there are no songs I like, I will give them to others."

   "Well, I'll keep one, and you can give the rest to others!" When Nia followed Albert to the restaurant, she suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with that Miss Yanila? Why did the newspaper say..."

  Nia was interrupted by Albert before she finished speaking.

"Newspapers need to sell their own newspapers, so those reporters always like to fabricate all kinds of lace news to attract people's attention." Albert looked at his sister and said, "I remember telling you about this before, see Use your wits when reading newspapers, or you will easily become a fool."

"I remember you once said that if a lie can deceive others, there must be some truth in it." Nia stared at Albert and asked, "I'm more curious, which ones are the truth in this newspaper? And , aren't you afraid that Isobel will be angry and jealous?"

"Isobel is a smart girl, and smart girls are usually more willing to believe in their own judgment, and will not easily believe these rumors." After greeting Luke and Sansa, Albert began to sit down to eat, "That Miss Yanila is actually the daughter of a bar owner, and the game was played in that bar."

   "Why is the game held in a bar?" Nia was puzzled, apparently unable to understand what this operation was.

"It's more like a hotel than a bar." Albert said while eating: "The owner of the bar, Ms. Diana, donated money to the competition, and they sponsored the gold medal, and the bar owner's daughter It happens to be a very famous singer, so I will award the champion as a special guest."

   "Advertisement?" Nia understood, "But what does this have to do with you marrying her?"

   "This has something to do with some rumors about the bar." Albert paused when he cut the steak, looked up and said, "Well, it is said that it is a bar run by vampires."

   "Wait, you mean that Miss Yanila is a vampire?" Nia was surprised.

"There is vampire blood, but it should be very weak." Albert put down the knife and fork, and directly revealed a big secret, "It is rumored that the descendants of that bar are basically women, and they like to find gold medal winners as partners. That’s why there’s that news in the newspaper.”

   "Really?" Nia asked curiously, "That beautiful singer looked for you."

   "Really." Albert nodded, "However, I refused. After all, I already have a fiancee."

   "Does Isobel know about this?" Nia thinks that these vampire ladies are really special. Most of the wizards who can win the award should be very old, and those like Albert are definitely endangered species.

   "She knows." Albert said calmly.

  After dinner, everyone sat in the living room, stroking the cat, watching TV, and chatting about what happened in Spain. It was not until late at night that everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

  Albert asked Shela, who had returned from foraging, to send gifts to Fred and George. He actually bought another set of records, and he gave Isobel the signed record set given by the champion.

   After watching the owl fly away, Albert walked into the disappearing cabinet to the house in Hogsmeade, and then took out the time converter to go back to a few hours ago.

  When he came to the hall, he found Isobel in a nightgown listening to music while flipping through the latest issue of "Daily Prophet" waiting for him to come.

   "You still look sleepy."

"Isn't it because I chatted with you all night last night and went to pick you up again today. I lay down for a while in the afternoon and basically didn't sleep much." Isobel covered his yawn and rested his head on Albert's shoulder .

   "Then go to bed early!" Albert felt that he was also infected by Isobel's sleepiness, and couldn't help yawning.

   "Miss Yanila is a very beautiful girl." Isobel whispered.

   "She has part of Veela blood, so it's normal to be beautiful." Albert picked up Princess Isobel.

   "However, Miss Yanila's charm is not as great as imagined." Isobel said softly, "Or, she actually resisted doing that, after all, she is a stranger who has only known each other for a few days."

"why would you say so."

"Because if she didn't hesitate, she would definitely strike first!" Isobel put his arms around Albert's neck, put his mouth next to his ear, and said softly, "I will never give you any chance to refuse , let’s push you down first. After all, that’s what her family did, so how could there be no way to deal with you in her own place? "

   "You're right." Albert suddenly felt that what Isobel said made sense.

"In fact, she would rather you take the initiative. After all, there are fewer bold girls. If you take the initiative, she will agree with it." Isobel giggled, "However, I am actually more curious about your reason for rejecting her. "

   "Why do you want to know this?"

   "It's just pure curiosity. After all, people are delivered to the door. It should be difficult for ordinary men to resist." Isobel was really curious.

  When Albert told her about it, she was really surprised. She never thought that Albert would tell her about it directly.

   "You are not angry."

   "Actually quite angry." Isobel put his arms around Albert's neck and asked, "Why?"

   "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Albert asked after putting Isobel down.

   "False." Isobel said without thinking.

   "Because I don't want to make you sad."

   "I like this answer." Isobel kissed his cheek and giggled, "What is the truth?"

   "The truth is that I don't think it's worth it." Albert was silent for a moment, and then said: "If something happens to Yanila, maybe the fiancée will be gone, and you may meet a satisfied one in your life."

"Besides, you are so smart. I think even if you can hide it for a while, it is impossible to hide it from you forever. We will live together in the future. There is no need to mess up our life because of this. Besides, you are also very beautiful. I I feel that I really don't need to take this risk, even if Yanila is really beautiful, it makes me a little bit moved."

   "It really sounds like what you can say, rational, and also likes to measure gains and losses." Isobel whispered softly, curling up in Albert's arms like a kitten.

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  (end of this chapter)