Chapter 560： Can't afford

Chapter 560 Can't use it

Hagrid's desire to become a Professor of the Protection of Fantastic Beasts did not depress Fred, George, and Lee Jordan for long. As for the wound on the back of Fred's hand bitten by the monster book, it has completely recovered under Madam Pomfrey's treatment.

The end of October came quietly, and Hogwarts students above the third grade were talking about going to Hogsmeade.

Fred and George want to go to Zuko's joke shop to replenish stink bombs, and see if they can get some store experience from the manager of Zuko.

However, will the store manager Zuko be willing to share the experience of opening a store with the twins? Albert was skeptical; not everyone was as generous as he was.

On the morning of Halloween, Albert woke up with everyone, got up and went downstairs to have breakfast, and when he was in the corridor on the first floor, he could smell the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin in the air.

"Today is another beautiful day." George happily stuffed the pumpkin pie into his mouth and began to chew.

"You can go to Hogsmeade and have a good time." After swallowing the grilled sausage, Fred drank another big mouthful of pumpkin juice, "I can come back tonight for the Halloween dinner and have a big meal. "

"You can still go to the 500th anniversary party of Nearly Headless Nico." Albert raised his head from behind the newspaper, and glanced at Hermione who was aggressively reminding Harry not far away to keep the promise.

"What's the Deathday Party?" Lee Jordan asked confused.

Albert retracted his gaze, continued to read the headlines on the "Daily Prophet", and explained casually: "It's a gathering of ghosts."

"A gathering of ghosts?" George looked at Albert suspiciously, "How do you know?"

"Harry Potter mentioned it just now, but you didn't pay attention to it." Albert motioned the three of them to look sideways. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting two tables away from them. Everyone turned their heads and looked this way.

"Sounds interesting." Fred was intrigued.

"Don't be stupid, ghost food is not in line with human appetite." Albert looked at Fred with a foolish look, and reminded angrily, "If you can swallow the moldy and rotten food at the banquet, Just pretend I didn't say anything."

After hearing Albert's words, Harry's face became very ugly. He regretted it now and didn't want to attend the Deathday Party at all.

However, in the end, he succumbed to Hermione's gaze. Ron didn't want to go to the death anniversary party after listening to Albert's words, but Hermione gave him a hard look, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck guiltily. They had promised to accompany Harry to Nick's death anniversary party?

"By the way, are you planning to go to Hogsmeade with us again later?" Lee Jordan asked tentatively, looking at Albert who was seriously reading the newspaper.

"Well, I have an appointment with someone else." Albert said without raising his head.

"Just say go on a date." Fred gave Albert a blank look. Since this guy had a girlfriend, he never went to Hogsmeade with them.

"What are you reading? Is there any important news in the newspaper?" Lee Jordan asked curiously when he found that Albert had been reading the newspaper.

"Well, the Wolfsbane Potion has been completed. Mr. Damocles made the formula public, and won the Medal of Merlin, Third Class." Albert briefly introduced.

"Language Potion, what is that?" The three asked suspiciously.

However, they also knew that they could get the Merlin Medal with just one potion, and Wolfsbane Potion was undoubtedly a great invention.

"A potion that, when drunk, keeps a werewolf safe and sound while transforming on a full moon."

Albert had already read the formula and the preparation process in the newspaper, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows with a slightly weird expression.

Actually, Damocles invented the wolfsbane potion a long time ago, but the preparation of this potion is very difficult, and the price of raw materials is also very expensive, which is not something that werewolves can afford at all.

Later, Hetok Dagworth also invited Albert to participate in the improvement of werewolf potions. Not only them, but also many famous potion masters participated in it. They have all been reduced a lot, but for poor werewolves, there is actually no difference between one hundred Galleons and eighty Galleons, and they can't afford it anyway.

Of course, Wolfsbane potion is not that expensive, but the price is not affordable for werewolves.

Albert shook his head after reading it.

"What's wrong?" Fred noticed Albert shaking his head.

"The price of Wolfsbane potion is too expensive."

"The price is too expensive?"

"As we all know, werewolves have always been discriminated against by wizards, and it is difficult to find a job in the magic world. They are basically a group of poor ghosts who can't afford this thing at all." Albert said angrily, "We must take wolf men before the full moon." The poison potion needs to consume at least dozens of Galleons every month, not counting the waste caused by the failure of potion preparation, and what's worse is that there are very few wizards who are capable of brewing wolfbane potion."

The three of them already understood what Albert meant. The wolfsbane potion is indeed a great invention, but the werewolves can't afford it!

"By the way, if you have time, come with us to Zuko's joke shop, maybe you can pry some useful information from Zuko's mouth." Fred changed the subject. Did not pay special attention.

"You can talk about wizard cards." Albert casually made an excuse for the three of them, "Just tell Zuko that you want to open a shop selling wizard cards in the future, remember not to tell Zuko too much about wizard cards to avoid being fooled by the other party and telling the truth without even talking a few words."

"We know what to do." After looking at each other, Fred took out his notebook and took some notes, so as not to forget it later.

"Then...see you at the dinner party." After the meal, Albert accompanied the three of them to the front hall, and sent them away under Filch's gaze. Then he slowly took out the pocket watch from his pocket to check the time, and went back to the auditorium, reading the newspaper while continuing to wait for the appointed time.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

Not long after, Albert heard Isobel's voice from his side.

"No, let's go."

Albert stood up and left the hall under the eyes of the girls. Before leaving, he took a look at Mrs. Norris at the feet of Filch who was checking the list in the hall.

"What's wrong?"

On the way to the school gate, Isobel asked, and she obviously noticed Albert's little action just now.

"My previous predictions have never come true." Albert said softly, "However, I have a hunch that something might happen at today's banquet."

"Why do you have such an idea?" Isobel felt a little surprised.

"A gut feeling."

Albert stretched out his hand to hold the girl's soft palm, tilted his head and said with a smile, "Okay, let's not talk about this, where are we going later, or go to Madam Puddife's teahouse?"

(end of this chapter)