Chapter 287： bet

Chapter 287 Bet

In the next few days, Albert spent a lot of time in the Room of Requirement practicing the Advanced Patronus Charm. However, with no one around to teach, let alone the help of the panel, it is really not an easy task to get the patron saint to speak human words in a short period of time.

However, these days of trying and practicing are not fruitless, and the skill experience of the Patronus Charm has increased rapidly. It's a pity that there is no advanced Patronus Charm on the skill panel, which makes Albert very helpless. He estimates that he needs to upgrade the Patronus Charm skill to level three to be able to master the advanced movement of the Patronus Charm more smoothly.

Another similarly profound traceless stretching spell was basically mastered by Albert after he was upgraded to the second level with the experience pool. He also made a palm-sized wooden box. After the capacity inside was cast many times, Permanently enlarged enough to fit Albert's small suitcase.

Albert put a lot of things in it, and then stuffed the box into the shape-shifting lizard skin bag Hagrid gave him, so it was like carrying a shrunken version of the storage bag with him.

The wallet Hagrid gave is really easy to use. It is not only anti-theft and secretive, but also you don't have to worry about being troubled by the Ministry of Magic.

After all, the bag that has been cast with the No Trace Stretch Curse cannot be taken out and used blatantly.

These days, in addition to practicing the Patronus Charm, Albert is also practicing how to sew gloves.

Madam Malkin from Diagon Alley has already replied, tactfully refusing to customize gloves for Albert, and she doesn't want to do this business at all.

Albert is not surprised by this, if it were him, he would probably refuse it.

As for the reason, of course it is troublesome.

The business of Mrs. Mojin's gown specialty store has always been very good, and there is no need to spend time and energy on this kind of thing.

Although Albert was a little skeptical about whether the business of Mrs. Malkin's robe store would still be booming after school started. After all, clothes are not disposable items, not to mention that there are only a few wizards in the magic world.

However, there is no way to be rejected by Madam Malkin.

Now I can only do tailoring by myself. Fortunately, Albert's hands-on ability is not bad. After a few attempts with the worn-out robes from the Room of Requirement, he learned the tailoring skills and upgraded to level 1. He can barely do it. The prototype of a cloth glove, the kind that cannot be worn.

After discarding a dozen gloves, Albert finally got himself a decent template to wear on his hand. However, the time has quietly entered mid-February.

The Quidditch match is coming soon, and students can often be heard enthusiastically discussing the outcome of the match.

As the game approached, Charlie's requirements for the players became more and more strict, and the training was not pleasant. Albert said in advance that he had something to do, and successfully escaped. looked at him.

"Don't worry, I will go over to cheer you on during the game!" Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and comforted him.

"I think if you are willing to participate in the competition, our success rate of defeating Slytherin will increase by at least 30%." Fred was also full of resentment, Charlie's training made him exhausted.

"You think too highly of me."

"Actually, I think that as long as Albert says that Slytherin must lose, our winning rate can be increased by at least half." George said quietly.

However, Albert had said a long time ago that he felt it would be difficult for Gryffindor to defeat Slytherin, so the twins' fighting spirit has not been very high.

"Is anyone starting a game?" Lee Jordan suddenly interrupted and asked.

"Traitor." Fred and George Qi Qi glared at Li Jordan, they knew what this guy wanted to do.

"We want to be together too."

"Earn money together."

"Do you want to play match-fixing?" Albert was speechless immediately.

"Of course we will go all out, but since failure is inevitable, we don't mind finding some comfort from other places." "At least, this is another kind of victory."

What about your integrity?

Albert suddenly wanted to cover his face. If even the players themselves have no confidence, how could the team win the game.

"Guys, if you want to bet..." A senior student next door said to the four, "You can bet with me."

Albert looked up, he knew this person, the other was Kenneth Toller, one of the Hogwarts black market dealers.

At the beginning, Kenneth Toller helped Albert sell swelling medicine.

"If you let me know that you guys are gambling, I'll tell mom about it!" Percy glared at his brothers fiercely, "And if Charlie knows that you guys want to buy Gryffindor to lose the game, he It must be sad."

"That's not our fault, who made Albert say that our chances of winning are not high."

"Yes, yes!"

Fred and George decisively pinned the blame on Albert.

"Ahem, Percy, don't spoil the fun." Kenneth Toller coughed lightly and complained, "It's just a small gamble, it's just a form of entertainment."

Percy also ignored Kenneth Toller's remarks, and strode away, probably... Seemingly looking for Charlie.

Seeing Percy leave, Kenneth Toller didn't care. He turned his head, looked at Albert again, and whispered, "Last time, the batch of detumescence you gave me was good."

"Just talk about it if you have something to do."

"I heard that you have a bottle of Buffy Brain Refresher, how about it, do you want to sell it to me." Kenneth Toller licked his lips, as if Albert was fat food.

"How much do you plan to pay?" Albert asked curiously.

"I remember you seemed to say ten Galleons last time, I'll give you twelve Galleons, how about it?"

"Not for sale."

"Why?"

"That's a prize for the winner of the wizard card game."

"Oh, well." Kenneth Toller was a little disappointed, and asked again, "Where did you get that thing?"

"From Dagworth."

"Mr. Dagworth?" Kenneth Toller froze for a moment, couldn't help but widen his eyes, and asked in disbelief, "Is that Mr. Dagworth, the potion master?"

"Um."

"You actually know him!" Kenneth Toller was dubious.

"We met while watching an opera in France last summer." Albert didn't lie either, the two parties did meet for the first time at that time.

"Mr. Dagworth is watching an opera in France?" Kenneth Toller was a little skeptical, "Do you really know Master Dagworth?"

"Don't be surprised, Albert knows many well-known wizards in the magic world." Fred whispered.

"Excellent." Kenneth Toller replied noncommittally, and asked in a low voice: "Can you get some more Buffy brain refresher."

"That thing sells well?"

"Of course, you should know that Hogwarts exams will check whether students are cheating." Kenneth Toller looked around, and after making sure no one was eavesdropping, he explained in a low voice: "Dragon claw powder, intelligence enhancer They are all easy to be detected, and even Felicia is sometimes unreliable, but Buffy's Brain Booster and Rune Snake Egg are exceptions. Although they are all items that are prohibited from being sold, ordinary students can't It's impossible to get it, and the proctors who invigilate the exam will naturally... In short, many wizards who want to get a good grade in the exam are willing to spend all the Galleons in their pockets for it."

"What's wrong!" While Fred and George were listening to Kenneth Toller's story with relish, Lee Jordan next to them suddenly touched their ribs with his elbow.

"Over there..."

"Which side?" Fred followed Lee Jordan's line of sight suspiciously, and saw Charlie walking towards this direction at a glance.

The two of them stood up together and wanted to leave immediately, but it was too late. Charlie came behind them and put his hands on their shoulders.

"I heard from Percy..." Charlie's face was about to drip with gloom, "Are you going to bet on the Gryffindor team losing the game?"

The faces of Fred and George froze instantly, and they scolded Percy countless times in their minds.

They turned their heads stiffly and argued, "That's not the case, we don't even have a Galleon in our pockets, so what are we going to bet on!"

(end of this chapter)