Chapter 550： Skip class

Chapter 550 Skipping class

Influenza is something that can't be stopped sometimes.

Especially after October, the weather around Hogwarts changed suddenly, and the temperature dropped sharply.

The heavy rain slapped on the windows even more, and the grass outside was filled with a cold air visible to the naked eye. After seeping into the castle, many professors and students were caught with influenza.

"Haha, it would be great if it could be photographed." George looked at Albert, who was steaming on his head, and smiled extremely badly.

No way, this is Albert's rare dark history.

click.

The sound of taking pictures suddenly sounded, and the three people who were smoking above their heads all looked up.

I saw that Albert was holding a camera in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and took another photo of them.

"Pose up again. I decided to add this photo to the wizard card. The name is October Flu." Taking advantage of the stunned expressions of the three of them, Albert took two more photos and announced happily: "It looks like it's working fine."

"You bastard."

"If you want to take a picture, at least you have to take a handsome one."

Fred snatched the photo from Albert, and after whispering with the two people around him, he hooked his shoulders and posed with the cup he had just finished drinking, asking Albert to take another photo of them photo.

After drinking the pick-me-up, the ears will start to smoke and this will last for several hours.

When the four of them walked out of the school hospital, all the students in the corridor cast curious glances. Anyone who sees this kind of head smoking now knows that the other party has a flu and has just drank a refreshing potion.

Probably because this appearance is too embarrassing, many students are reluctant to go to the school hospital for treatment after suffering from influenza, which leads to more and more students being infected with influenza.

Now, the condition is getting worse and worse, Madam Pomfrey has to prepare a large amount of refreshing potion for those students who can't bear it. Fortunately, most of these materials come from Hogwarts' greenhouses and medicine fields, otherwise it would really cost a lot of money.

Every day, students with severe colds are forced to go to the school hospital for treatment, so students with smoke above their heads are about to become a sight of Hogwarts.

Having said that, it was thanks to the two **** Fred and George that Albert got the flu.

When these two guys were doing Quidditch training in the rain, they accidentally caught the flu, and they didn't go to Madam Pomfrey's for treatment in time. As a result, Albert and Lee Jordan, who were in the same dormitory, were killed on the third day. Infected.

Finally, Albert and Lee Jordan, who were in a state of despair, gave them a hard lesson, and then they went to the school hospital for treatment together.

"Haha, isn't this Wood, you have a cold too?"

Looking at Wood, who was also smoldering from his ears and kept running up his head, Fred and George happily leaned over and hooked each other's shoulders, not at all embarrassed by their new looks.

"Really, I'm going back to rest first. Remember to ask for leave for Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon." Albert casually found a reason, and headed towards the Room of Requirement on his own.

"What a coincidence, I'm going to ask for leave too." Lee Jordan didn't plan to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with a smoking head, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was nothing to do, since Lockhart became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts , this class has almost become a laughing stock.

"You two remember to ask for leave for us!"

After greeting Fred and George, Lee Jordan followed Albert and left. He had already had enough of Lockhart's class, and it was rare for him to skip class openly. How could he miss this opportunity?

"Hey, wait for us!"

Fred and George, who were chatting shoulder to shoulder with Wood, trotted to keep up. They didn't want to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts class either.

In fact, some students have already given up hope on Lockhart, looking forward to a more reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester.

Unfortunately, someone still doesn't have any self-awareness, and is performing stage plays for everyone in class every day. More and more students are questioning Lockhart's teaching level, especially the fifth and seventh grade students who are about to be framed by him.

At this moment, the Room of Requirement is filled with smoke, as if someone has lit incense. Beside the fireplace in the warm nest, Lee Jordan is adding wood to the fireplace to make the flame inside burn more vigorously.

"What's this?"

Lee Jordan put his head in front of Albert's notes, and he soon discovered that he could understand every letter on the notes, but he couldn't understand a single word when they were put together.

"Spell Notes, do you want to read it?"

Albert smiled and handed the notebook in his hand to Lee Jordan.

"Forget it, this thing makes my brain hurt." He retracted his head, and asked casually, "What language is this?"

"French."

"You guys must be showing off on purpose." Lee Jordan muttered.

This notebook was placed in that metal box. If Nico only sent two magic glasses, naturally there is no need to use that kind of strict protection method.

Nico sent Albert a total of ten notebooks, all of which were studies on spells, and many of them were Nico’s personal unique insights into spells.

only…

Although Nicole Flamel is indeed a very powerful wizard, he doesn't seem to be a good teacher.

The contents of these notes are very messy. Although there are many powerful things recorded in them, they are all stuffed into Albert, which also makes him a headache. It takes a lot of time to sort out and study slowly.

In his words: You can see for yourself, and ask me if you don’t understand.

Albert suspected that even Professor Flitwick would find it difficult to study these notes thoroughly within a few years.

But he is a man with panel skills blessing, sorting out the contents of the notes, much faster than most genius wizards, but the communication with Nico is a bit frequent.

Recently, even Isobel couldn't keep up with the progress.

"How is your research going?"

Fred and George are studying the blueprint of the printing machine, which will be needed to print wizard cards and even various styles of cartons in the future.

After all, there are only so many people in the wizarding world, and the sales volume of products is very limited, so it may not be realistic to order a large number of packaging boxes.

"Maybe, you can ask Dad for help, he should be very good at tinkering with this kind of thing."

Finally, both Fred and George gave up. They found that completely remodeling the printing press was really not a big project they could complete.

"We can try to outsource things to other people." Lee Jordan suggested after hesitation: "Don't the things we buy also have boxes? They must know where to find someone to get boxes."

"These things can indeed be solved by Muggles, but..."

Albert closed his notebook, raised his hand and shook the wizard card in his hand to remind him: "If you want to make exquisite wizard cards, you will inevitably need to use magic. Muggles can't help us solve this problem."

Moreover, the "Secrecy Act" is also a big trouble. Wizards and Muggles cannot have too deep intersections. It is basically impossible to cooperate with Muggles, and Muggle merchants will not accept such orders that are purely losing money.

The rain outside is still pattering, and four people with smoking heads are sitting by the fireplace chatting. Their desire to open a store still has a long way to go.

(end of this chapter)