Chapter 637： they are going to be unlucky

Chapter 637 They are going to be unlucky

The news that Professor Dumbledore was temporarily dismissed by the school board was like a hurricane sweeping through the entire Hogwarts castle.

Compared with the attack that happened not long ago, the temporary loss of Dumbledore, the backbone, made everyone feel even more panic and uneasy.

The school is temporarily handed over to the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall.

To be honest, Professor McGonagall also has nothing to do with the current situation. In order to prevent the situation in the school from being completely corrupted while Professor Dumbledore was away, Professor McGonagall had to make a series of arrangements.

She organized the professors, prefects, and ghosts in the school to patrol the corridors at night, looking around for abnormalities in the castle.

By the way, Albert's friend Truman in Hufflepuff was kicked out of the patrol because Gabriel Truman was a Muggle wizard, and the probability of being attacked was far higher than others.

For this reason, Truman also complained to Albert about this incident, but it can be seen that he is very happy that he does not have to participate in night patrols.

In order to prevent the attack, Professor McGonagall required all students to return to the common room of their college before six o'clock in the evening, and students were not allowed to leave the dormitory building after this time.

Classes must be escorted to the classroom by a teacher.

Quidditch practice and competitions are indefinitely postponed and all activities ceased.

However, what makes Albert feel the most outrageous is that no student is allowed to use the bathroom without the company of the professor.

Professor McGonagall is doing his best to prevent the attack from happening, but Albert knows that if Tom Riddle really wants to launch a new attack, such an arrangement is meaningless.

During this time, every teacher in the school had a serious face, except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Lockhart believed that the danger had passed.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he even openly comforted his students in public. The criminal (Hagrid) has been arrested and the danger has passed.

Actually, many people knew about Hagrid being taken away by the Ministry of Magic, but few would regard him as the murderer.

To borrow a sentence from a Slytherin student: If that stupid big man becomes Slytherin's heir, Slytherin will probably jump out of the coffin angrily after knowing it!

However, Lockhart still vowed to tell everyone: If the Minister of Magic did not 100% believe that Hagrid was guilty, he would not take Hagrid away.

"Do you think Hagrid is the culprit for the attack?"

Sanna took advantage of Lockhart's boastful talk on the podium, and turned to ask Albert who was sitting behind her.

In order to prevent Lockhart from harassing, the back seat of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom has become the first choice for most students who hate Lockhart.

"Do you think other professors are stupid?" Albert said casually flipping through the books borrowed from the library without looking up, "If Hagrid is really the real culprit of the attack, why should Professor McGonagall So much trouble arranging professors to patrol and **** everyone to class?"

"Especially when you go to the bathroom, you still need the company of the professor." Fred couldn't help complaining, "This is outrageous, am I in a hurry, and I have to wait for the professor to be free, if Snape won't let me go, Are you going to keep holding back?"

"Perhaps, we should take a chamber pot with us?" George said without hesitation, "If you really encounter an attack, just pour it on it. Maybe it can scare the monster away, which is more effective than an amulet."

"He's really annoying." Shanna whispered while looking in the direction of the podium. Lockhart actually had the cheek to hint to everyone that he already thought Hagrid was not a good person.

"When do you think he's going to have bad luck."

Lee Jordan asks the question that many people want to know.

Everyone knows that the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is cursed. Every year, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts will encounter some bad luck, so he cannot continue to stay in the school as a professor. In the past two years, one has been missing and one has died.

Many students who hate Lockhart are maliciously speculating whether he will follow in the footsteps of the previous two.

"I don't know." Albert looked up at Lockhart on the podium, and said calmly, "If he doesn't resign early and run away, he won't be able to escape."

"You guys said, does he really not know?" Angelina listened to what Lockhart said on stage, and began to wonder if there was a problem with Lockhart's IQ.

"No, of course he knows. How can Lockhart not know about things that everyone can see at a glance?" Albert sneered: "He just pretended not to know, and those words were intentional, but To attract everyone's attention, don't you think someone looks like a beautiful peacock?"

"Perhaps, his patron saint is a peacock!" Fred guessed.

"Don't be kidding, how could he master the advanced magic of Patronus?" George immediately retorted.

For some reason, everyone felt that what George said made sense.

"I just wish this would end sooner!" Shanna muttered, clutching the amulet Kenneth had bought from her in her hand.

Finally, when get out of class was over, Albert planned to go to the kitchen. He had to find a house elf to help take care of Fang the Hound.

If Harry was expected to take care of Fang, Hagrid might not be able to find his hound when he returned from Azkaban.

"You can ask the professor for help." Shanna suggested. She admired Albert very much. In other people's words, she probably had forgotten about Hagrid's dog.

"We're going with you."

Fred and George looked at each other, preparing to accompany Albert to the kitchen to prevent him from running into danger alone.

Lee Jordan will naturally not be absent.

The four of them put the illusion spell on themselves, and prepared to sneak to the kitchen. On the way, he almost bumped into Snape's team.

They temporarily hid in the secret passage behind the tapestry, so as not to run into Snape head-on. The Disillusionment Curse is not a panacea, and there is a high probability of being seen through when encountering the professor.

"Sir, why don't you apply for the position of principal?"

Malfoy's voice gradually receded from outside the tapestry: "I will tell my father that you are the best teacher here, and he will definitely be happy to vote for you."

"The Malfoy house is still disgusting."

After Snape led the team to leave, the four came out of the secret passage. Fred looked at the direction the team was leaving and said, "I heard that old Malfoy brought the signature of the school board to depose Dumbledore."

"Are the school managers all idiots?"

Lee Jordan couldn't understand what they were thinking, if even Dumbledore couldn't stop the attack, who else could, Snape?

"Of course they are not idiots." Albert stopped to check the Marauder's Map, "It's probably threatened."

"Threatened by Malfoy?"

"For example, I know so-and-so, or someone's name is mentioned."

"Mystery man?"

"Of course it can't be the mysterious person. No one dares to have anything to do with the mysterious person now." Albert directly revealed the answer, "For example, Fenrir Greyback."

"They actually compromised like this." The three of them were very dissatisfied with the lack of responsibility and responsibility of those school managers.

“No one wants to risk their own family and children.”

Albert came to the picture of the big fruit bowl, stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the big green pear.

The three of them were silent.

yes.

Nobody wants to risk their child being attacked by a werewolf.

"However, no one is willing to be threatened. Lucius Malfoy will have to pay a price for doing that. Just wait and see. I dare say he has achieved the position of school manager!" Albert told Malfoy Fujia passed the verdict.

"That's great!"

Fred and George would love to see the Malfoys suffer.

Albert opened the door and led his friend into the kitchen. He quickly found Kara, the house elf, and asked her to take care of Hagrid's Fang. Kara, the house elf, was also very happy to help Albert.

They left the kitchen with their pockets full of biscuits and pies.

After six o'clock in the evening, the Gryffindor students had nowhere to go. The common room was quickly filled with people, and everyone gathered in twos and threes to chat and play games.

Albert and the others also occupied a corner of the common room and had a simple tea party there. They took out all the biscuits and pies they got from the kitchen in the afternoon and shared them with everyone.

Ginnie was watching everyone play wizard cards, not in a high mood.

"Have you noticed that the taste of pies has become a bit strange recently!" George stared at the filling inside the broken pie, and handed the other half to Albert who was making milk tea.

"I like this kind of pie. It's very sweet and the filling is delicious." Ginny took a sip of the bean paste cake, took the milk tea and half a piece of bean paste pie from Albert, and didn't forget to say thank you.

"That's red bean paste." Albert poured everyone a cup of milk tea, then picked up his own cup, took a sip, and introduced without haste, "It's made by boiling soybeans, mashing them with sugar The fillings are very tasty.”

"Sounds delicious?"

Fred was discussing the new wizard card effect with Lee Jordan, heard them talking about pies, and joked with a smile, "Did you give the house elf Kara some weird recipes again?"

"Strange?" Albert asked back: "Isn't the bean paste cake delicious?"

"Delicious is delicious," George said after taking a big sip of milk tea and putting down his cup, "It just makes you feel a bit tired if you eat too much."

"Eat a lot?"

Fred and Lee Jordan looked over together, and their eyes fell on the oiled paper bag containing red bean paste cakes, and they became angry immediately. The bean paste cakes inside were eaten up by that **** George.

"Bastard, you actually ate it all by yourself, we haven't eaten yet!" Fred angrily reached out and pulled George's mouth, wanting him to spit out his share.

Lee Jordan quickly snatched the bean paste cake that George had just broken in half.

"Do you want it?"

He noticed Albert's gaze, and after hesitating for a moment, he seemed to want to hand over the half he had snatched to Albert, but that action seemed insincere.

"No, I've already eaten." Albert looked at Lee Jordan's actions and said angrily, "You can eat it yourself!"

Lee Jordan took a quick bite out of half a pie and claimed it right away.

"Bastard, won't you split me in half?" Fred saw Lee Jordan shamelessly biting, and was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

Really careless in making friends!

"Give."

Ginny gave Fred the other half of the bean paste cake that Albert had just handed to her, which calmed him down.

"This taste is very strange. It's better than bacon stuffing. I don't know where you got so many recipes."

"A recipe given by one of my uncles, it is said to be sweets from the Far East."

Albert didn't lie, it was a recipe that Uncle Charlie helped him collect. Ever since Charlie's milk tea shop became popular, he accepted Albert's suggestion and began to collect delicacies from various countries extensively, so as to expand the food in his shop. He even planned to open a shop specializing in the sale of delicacies from various countries in the future.

While a few people were drinking tea and chatting, Harry and Ron appeared out of nowhere.

"Where did you get the pie?" Ron asked in surprise, looking at the few people who were drinking tea and chatting leisurely.

"In the kitchen, of course, the house elf kindly stuffed us with a bunch. Would you like a piece? There are plenty more here." Fred handed a piece of meat-flavored pie to Ron.

"You guys still sneaked into the kitchen?" Ron said vaguely after taking a bite of the pie.

"I'm going to ask the house elves in the kitchen to take care of Fang. Hagrid is now taken away by the Ministry of Magic, and no one is helping to feed his dog." Albert glanced at Harry and said lightly: "You can't let Yaya just starve like this!"

Harry suddenly felt his cheeks burning hot, as if someone had slapped him hard, and an inexplicable shame welled up in his heart.

Before Hagrid was taken away by the Minister of Magic, he asked them to help take care of Fang, but he turned around and forgot about it.

"I want to talk to you!" Harry looked into Albert's eyes, and added: "Let's talk alone, okay?"

"Is there anything we can't let us know?" Fred muttered.

The other students around all pricked up their ears, very interested in the conversation between Harry and Albert.

"Private matters related to Hermione." Harry added in his mind: and Hagrid.

"Now?"

"Now."

"Well, it's not suitable here, go to my dormitory!" Albert had already guessed what Harry wanted to say to him, he picked up the teacup unhurriedly, drank the milk tea in the cup, and stood up. Get up and take the lead towards the dormitory stairs.

Harry quickly followed.

"What do you think they're going to talk about?" Fred murmured softly as he watched the two leave.

"I don't know, I'm actually curious too." George blinked and raised his hand to follow.

"I think it's best not to disturb them." Ron knew what Harry was going to talk to Albert and didn't want others to disturb them.

However, it was too late.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan looked at each other, got up and followed secretly.

Albert really didn't want others to eavesdrop, they couldn't hear anything at all. Eavesdropping on the past now is just for fun.

Ginny and Ron looked at each other, and raised their heels to follow.

(end of this chapter)