Chapter 624： Arrange on the road

Chapter 624 Arrangement on the road

Since Harry knew the true effect of Felix Elixir, he was temporarily not interested in this potion that claimed to bring "good luck" to people.

All right!

Harry actually thinks it's expensive.

The price of 30 Galleons for a bottle of Felicia Felicia is not low, but from Albert's tone, even if you can really buy Felicia Felicia with money, it must be more than this price. It is not surprising that things in the black market have doubled .

A bottle of magic potion that can't bring real luck to people is so expensive, how many people are willing to be taken advantage of?

At least, Harry didn't want to.

Although the Potter family still has a large sum of Galleons in the Gringotts vault, it is not acceptable to spend money recklessly. Order to buy him a magic book.

That kind of taste, Harry didn't want to taste it.

"Where did he get so many Galleons," Ron muttered.

Recently, Ron's mentality has collapsed. In the past, everyone was poor, and Ron didn't care too much about the fact that he was poor. After all, everyone had no money in their pockets, but recently he was stimulated by the people around him again and again. Arrived, causing him to become very sensitive about money during this period.

"What?" Harry looked sideways at Ron, thinking about something just now, and didn't pay attention to what Ron was saying.

"Maybe, Albert's family is very rich?" Hermione said casually, "I heard that he was once admitted to Eton College, but he chose to go to Hogwarts to study later."

"What?" Ron looked at Hermione in confusion.

"Eton College," Harry corrected. He felt that Eton was definitely better than Smeltings, where Dudley had gone. After all, Cousin Dudley is not much different from a pig, and the intelligence gap between the two may be even greater than the gap between humans and pigs.

"Students who can go to Eton College are all smart top students, and usually need to have a certain amount of money..." Hermione was interrupted by Harry before she finished speaking.

“I remember Justin Finch of Hufflepuff saying he was going to go to Eton, and he wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw?”

"There are always exceptions, isn't Albert also in Gryffindor?" Hermione said calmly, "And, am I not in Gryffindor?"

Ron didn't pay attention to what Hermione and Harry were saying, his mind was full of Garen now. He knew that Fred and George planned to open a joke store with Albert, and that even Ron could count how many Galleons the twin brothers could have in their pockets.

It takes a lot of money to open a store, and the family is destined to be unable to help them, so where does the money come from?

Albert paid for it himself?

But where did he get such a large sum of money?

Provide at home?

Even if his family has money, they won't let him spend it recklessly.

Moreover, during the summer vacation, Ron often saw Fred and George inventing, but their pockets were still full of Galleons.

Although there is no evidence, Ron suspects that the research funding for the twins may have come from Albert.

As absurd as this may seem, it is very possible.

After all, Albert is willing to give out more than a dozen Galleons every year as prizes for the champion of the wizard chess competition.

Could it be that his family is really rich?

You must know that even Draco Malfoy has a limited number of Galleons he can use.

Alas, how enviable!

"I'm going to the library, are you going together?" Hermione stopped at the corner and asked Harry and Ron if they wanted to go to the library together.

"Didn't you already do your homework?" Ron didn't understand what Hermione was doing in the library.

"Well, the homework is done. However, next semester, I plan to take ancient magic text, and Albert suggested that I familiarize myself with it first, so that I can better master this subject next semester."

"Sounds hard," said Harry.

"Fred, George, and Charlie didn't choose ancient rune, they said it was difficult to really master this course." Ron had already decided to give up taking ancient rune in the third grade.

"You may not know that Albert is an expert in ancient runes." Hermione shared the news she found out with Harry and Ron, "Last time, I heard from some senior students that Albert and Publish a book with someone else."

"Published a book?" Harry was very surprised.

"Yeah, I have to go, in case there will be no room later." After bidding farewell to Harry, Hermione walked towards the library alone.

"That guy is simply a winner in life. What did he spend so many Galleons on Felicia?" Ron looked at Hermione's leaving back, and said in a sour tone, "Could it be, to avoid being attacked?"

Harry didn't pay attention to Ron's words, he was attracted by Filch's cursing.

At this moment, Mr. Administrator is yelling about the stagnant water in the hallway.

Ron looked at Filch's leaving back, gloated and said: "It seems that Filch is in trouble!"

Since Mrs. Norris was attacked, Filch has often been on guard nearby, and the students passing by here have often been troubled by Mr. Administrator for various reasons.

When Harry and Ron passed by, they knew the reason for Filch's panic.

A large puddle of water seeped from under the door of the girls' bathroom, flooding most of the corridor, and when I approached, I could hear Myrtle's cry echoing in the bathroom.

"What's the matter with her?" Ron wanted to take a long detour. If he wanted to wade directly, his boots and robe would have to be wet.

"I don't know, go and have a look."

Harry reached out and lifted his robe, and walked towards the door with the "malfunction" notice hanging on it, stepping on the stagnant water. As usual, the two ignored the notice board and the girls' bathroom, opened the door and walked in.

If it was anyone else, they would have been frightened by the loud and shrill cries and fled away.

"What's going on?" Harry looked at Myrtle, who was sitting on the toilet, crying.

Myrtle said miserably: "I was thinking about how I died, and suddenly someone threw something on my head."

"I remember ghosts feeling no pain at all," said Ron suddenly, "even if someone threw something at you, it would go right through you."

Harry felt like he was going to suffer.

The next moment, a jet of water spouted from the toilet, splashing Harry and Ron all over.

Myrtle put her hands on her hips, glared at Harry and Ron, and screamed, "Everyone hit Myrtle with something because she can't feel it! Ten for the stomach, fifty for the head." point!"

"Who hit you with something?" Harry took a few steps back and hastily changed the subject.

"I don't know..." said Myrtle, glaring at them hard. "It's just there."

Harry and Ron looked in the direction Myrtle pointed, and saw a small, thin book with a black cover lying on the ground, already wet with water.

As soon as Harry picked it up from the floor, he saw that it was a diary, and the faded date on the cover indicated it was fifty years ago.

Harry was about to open it when he heard a familiar voice from behind.

"What are you doing here?" Albert appeared at the door of the bathroom, looked at the two people inside, and reminded with a slight frown, "I saw Filch just now, he was coming here with a mop, if He knows you're in the girls' bathroom, and he'll be happy to find an excuse to put you in detention, and let other people know about it.

Harry hurried away with the notebook in hand, completely oblivious to the light shining under Albert's glasses behind him.

(end of this chapter)