Chapter 773： exchange feelings

Chapter 773 Exchange feelings

At dusk, the shops on both sides of the main street in Hogsmeade village were about to close.

Every day after sunset, dementors will patrol the streets. In order to avoid dealing with these dark creatures, closing the store early is the best choice.

Albert was walking alone on the deserted street. When he was about to go to the Three Broomsticks Tavern, there was a crackling sound of apparition in front of him, and Mog McDougal appeared out of thin air without warning. He took out his pocket watch from his pocket, looked at the time, and looked up at Albert who was walking this way.

"The time is just right."

Mogg smiled and reached out to Albert. After the latter grabbed it, the two disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared before.

Albert opened his eyes again, and found himself in a remote wilderness, and the wind blowing in front of him faintly carried the smell of the sea.

Mogg led the way in front, while introducing the situation here to Albert.

They are located somewhere by the sea in a remote place in the south of Wales. There is a manor here, and this year's Easter party will be held here.

As soon as the two of them reached the edge of a cliff, Albert clearly felt that there was something ahead, and the traces left by the spellcasting were obvious.

"Here we are."

Mogg raised his wand and chanted softly, the air in front of him twisted, and an imaginary iron door like fog appeared out of thin air.

After the two entered, the entrance disappeared.

"We have many similar manors, and many of these manors are inheritances left by other heirs." Mogg introduced to Albert, "The manor assigned to you is also one of them. These houses were originally for us to live in, but Not everyone is willing to live in this kind of place, after all, the heirs are not short of money. Later, those manors were protected by magic and used for temporary gatherings, emergency shelters, or as Floo powder factories."

"Master, Mr. Bard and Mr. Gerber have arrived, and only Mr. Tiberus is left." The house elf bowed slightly to Mogg, "The banquet can start at any time."

"Just start at the scheduled time." When Mogg took Albert into the hall, Bud and Gerber were chatting while eating.

After seeing them coming in, he showed a gentle smile to the two of them. Bud also recommended to Albert a dessert that tasted soft and a bit like pudding. It is said to be some kind of magic dessert that can keep the user in a good mood pleasure.

Albert suspected that there was a euphoria in the thing. Still, it tasted good and tasted a bit like custard.

"Good evening, I hope I'm not late."

Tiberus Ogden appeared in the hall at the beginning of the banquet, and greeted several people in the seats with a smile.

"You are always so punctual, well, everyone is here, let the dinner begin!" Mogg raised the champagne first and said, "First of all, we should congratulate our Mr. Champion, congratulations to Albert for getting the magic potion Championship winner."

"You probably don't know, those stubborn old fellows in the Wizengamot almost turned their noses when they heard the news." Tiberus happily raised his glass to Albert and said, "Those bad guys would rather you lose the game than see you win the championship."

"I heard similar news."

Gerber Smith raised his glass to Albert and said, "They are very upset, but they have to hold back their displeasure. Who told you to win back the Potions Championship for Britain!"

"How does it feel to win the second international championship?" Bud asked with a smile, raising his glass.

"It was a terrible game. It was never a fair competition. Everyone was cheating." Albert took a sip of champagne, shook his head in disappointment, and said, "The so-called golden crucible is not made of gold, but a gold-plated Good thing, I originally wanted to experience what it feels like to use a golden cauldron to boil medicine."

"It's normal to be disappointed. In fact, a long time ago, the golden cauldron was really made of gold," Gerber recalls. "Then, at some point, the gold crucible became a gold-plated one."

"About two hundred years ago, the organizers of that session claimed that they didn't have enough funds. In fact, someone had embezzled a large amount of money. In the end, they could only get a gold-plated crucible for the champion. Since then, the golden crucible that symbolizes the championship trophy has been They were all turned into gold-plated crucibles. Later, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore, and gave the champion a bag of gold coins as a reward for winning." Tiberus said disgustedly: "Since the golden crucible was replaced with a gold-plated crucible that time, The Potions Tournament has no glory to speak of, and probably after the Gilded Crucible incident, the Potions Tournament has gradually evolved into what it is now."

"I didn't expect such a history to exist." Albert felt that he had learned a lot today.

"Are you a little disappointed?"

"After all, even restoring the golden crucible is a thankless task." Albert said he could understand, "Besides, the golden crucible is more of a symbol."

"No, the original meaning of the golden crucible is actually to allow the winners to use the crucible to exchange for money when necessary, so as not to be poor." Tiberus said, "After all, if you want an excellent potion If the master concentrates on researching potions, at least he must ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing, so that the other party can focus on researching potions."

"By the way, is the title of the Wizengamot British youth representative just stuck like this?" Mogg suddenly remembered something, and reminded: "I remember that Albert will come of age at the end of October this year. When he becomes an adult, the Ministry of Magic will Justification for revoking his Wizengamot UK junior title."

"It's just a broken title, and they don't want to give it to them." Albert slowly ate his plate of grilled prawns, not caring about the so-called "title of Wizengamot British youth representative".

"They will give it." Tiberus comforted: "Also, Albert probably doesn't lack that title."

In fact, few people present really cared about that title, mainly because Albert already had enough titles.

Even if they don’t want to give it, they still have to give it in the future. Now is no longer the era of pure bloodism.

Abraxas Malfoy was killed with dragon pox is the best example.

"I still remember that you seem to have a recovery werewolf spell, how is the spell now, have you tested the effect of the spell on werewolves?"

"I haven't used it on werewolves yet, and I don't know exactly how it works." Albert didn't hide anything, and continued, "You should also know that I basically have no chance to try this spell."

"We have to try the effect on a werewolf." Mogg said without hesitation, "A Medal of the Order of Merlin is much more valuable than the title of Wizengamot's British youth representative. Awarded the Order of Merlin."

"The humanoid restoration spell is a highly difficult transformation magic." Bard said to everyone: "I think the first success of this spell should be done by Albert."

"I don't mind these things." Albert ate his lobster, expressing that he didn't care about these false names at all, "Besides, werewolves are dangerous."

"Yes, a werewolf is very dangerous, but we can let him take wolfbane potion in advance, and put him in a strong cage to ensure that there is no threat after he transforms." Bud suddenly asked, "I remember your black The Defense Against Magic professor seems to be Remus John Lupine?"

"Yes, it's Professor Lupine." Albert guessed their thoughts, frowned and said, "You want me to try on him, this is not a good idea."

"No, we can invite Lupine to this test after he resigns from Hogwarts, and he will say yes. You probably don't know that last June, Dolores Umbridge drafted a The anti-werewolf law makes it almost impossible for those werewolves who are willing to keep their own place to find jobs. He must need this huge salary. Moreover, if the test is successful, countless werewolves will benefit from it. When people face werewolves It will also be safer."

"It's very similar to what that pink toad would do." Albert didn't have a good impression of Dolores Umbridge, and he never forgot that one of his quest rewards would deduct Dolores Umbridge. Umbridge favorably.

"Toad? This description is quite appropriate." Tiberus drank his red wine gracefully, and commented with a smile: "That is a hypocritical and vicious woman, there is nothing wrong with staying away from her."

"You probably don't know that Umbridge always claims at the Ministry that her late father was a good Wizengamot." Gerber seemed to want to laugh when he said this, "but in fact In the above, Umbridge's father is Orford Umbridge, who works in the Department of Magical Maintenance, and his mother is a Muggle named Ellen. Later, she persuaded Orford Umbridge to retire early , and gave him a small sum of money to ensure that he disappeared from the Ministry of Magic without a trace, so as not to embarrass her. Then Umbridge began to make up a bunch of beautiful histories for himself."

"You did the investigation very clearly?" Albert was very surprised.

"Of course it is very clear that there are people in the Ministry of Magic who need attention. We have been paying attention to them, so that we can stay away from them. By the way, your Wizengamot British youth representative was stuck, and this guy was also responsible. .”

"By the way, there is a Barnabus Finkley excellent spellcasting competition this summer, do you want to participate?" Gerber said suddenly.

"I don't know much about that award." The jump of the topic almost made Albert unable to react.

"It doesn't matter, let Bud explain it to you in detail, I dare say you can easily win the award." Tiberus suggested: "If I were you, I would sweep away all the awards that can be obtained before graduation. Once again, graduating from Hogwarts with countless halos. After you graduate from school, whatever job you want will go smoothly."

"Speaking of competitions, I heard that the Ministry of Magic is trying to resume the Triwizard Tournament." Bud interjected, "Maybe, next semester, you can also win the Triwizard Tournament by the way."

"I've heard about this competition, and it seems that it was banned because of frequent deaths."

Albert certainly knows that the Triwizard Tournament will be held next semester, and he already plans to participate in the competition, and use this to trigger the task and earn a lot of experience rewards. "

"Yeah, it's really a bit dangerous." Bud said, "If you want, I'll help you sign up for the Barnabus Finkley Excellent Spellcasting Competition. After that end, you can also drop by Watch this year's Quidditch World Cup Final."

"Who else plans to go to the Quidditch World Cup?" Tiberus Ogden asked, looking around.

"I need three, how many does Albert want?" Mogg asked sideways.

"About four?" Albert said uncertainly.

"That's fine, when the time comes, you go to watch the Quidditch final with them." Mogg nodded.

"I'll let the owl deliver it to you." Tiberus suddenly asked, "When do you and Isobel plan to get married, and I can be your witness at that time."

"Haha, it's too late, Tiberus." Bard laughed unscrupulously when he talked about this.

"Bud, I am older than you, and I am more suitable to be a witness." Tiberus reminded

"You see, I'm useless, I'm not their witness."

"Gerber, could it be you?" Tiberus asked suspiciously. He actually knew that Gerber wanted this position more.

"No." Gerber shook his head and said, "I just heard about it now."

He never wanted to talk about the **** relationship with Albert, which would only make their relationship worse.

Anyway, they both carry the Wild Smith name now, which is enough for Gerber.

"Could it be Selah Harrichs?" McGonagall asked suspiciously. "Could it be Dumbledore?"

"You're sure you won't be able to guess. Do you want me to announce the answer?" Bud actually wanted to be a witness, but later he found out that someone had already taken the lead, and he was depressed for a while.

Now, it's everyone else's turn to be depressed.

Everyone no longer gave Bud a chance to tantalize, and looked directly at Albert.

"It's Mr. Nicole." Albert announced the answer: "He is my teacher."

Albert told them about going to Nico's house last year.

"It seems that Nico is really optimistic about you, and he has prepared everything for you." Tiberus was a little disappointed, but there was no good way.

The banquet lasted until the evening, and most of the time was spent talking about various trivial matters to enhance everyone's relationship.

By the time Albert returned to Hogwarts Castle, it was almost eleven o'clock curfew.

By the time he returned to the Gryffindor common room with the box full of desserts, there were hardly any other students in the room.

"Still working so hard during the Easter holidays?"

"Where have you been?" Hermione smelled a faint smell of alcohol from Albert, "Already drinking?"

"Going to the banquet, by the way, this is for you." Albert took out a dessert from the box and placed it in front of Hermione.

When I came back, I took quite a lot. Except for the one that the house elf sent to Isobel just now, there were still five copies in the box, enough for others to share.

"What is this, pudding?" Hermione looked curiously at the pudding-like dessert in front of her.

"I don't know, it's said to be a kind of magical dessert that can make people feel happy." After Albert finished speaking, he was going to return to the dormitory to share the dessert in the box with Fred, George and Lee Jordan.

(end of this chapter)