Chapter 293： A bunch of scammers

Chapter 293 A group of scammers

 When I left the Room of Requirement, curfew had not yet expired.

Albert spoke the password in front of the Fat Lady's portrait and slipped into the Gryffindor lounge through the exposed passage. By this time, most people had already gone back to their dormitories to rest.

 “Where have you been?” Shanna looked at Albert who came in from the outside in surprise.

 “Kitchen, do you want it?”

 Albert shook the bag in his hand, which contained cream biscuits.

"Thank you." Shanna took two cream biscuits, made herself a cup of hot cocoa, and chatted with Albert about some of the problems she encountered in her studies, and then they went back to the dormitory to rest.

“You are actually back. We are thinking about how to carry you out of the Room of Requirement later?”

The moment the door to the dormitory was opened, Fred and others who were playing cards turned their heads to look at the door, and saw a little disappointment on their faces when they saw that the person coming was actually Albert.

How much do you hope that something will happen to you?

“I’m fine, I’m really sorry for you!” Albert said angrily, the veins on his forehead twitching slightly, and he decided not to share the midnight snack he got from the kitchen with them.

 “You succeeded?” Lee Jordan was more curious about how the thing Albert mentioned was done. It was said to be a very powerful self-defense weapon.

 “It was successful and the effect was very good.”

Albert took out the small cage from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"What is this stuff?"

"mouse trap."

 “Are you kidding?” Lee Jordan raised his eyebrows.

 “Idiot, it’s the Invisible Stretching Spell.” Fred had seen this kind of magic before.

“You actually mastered the Traceless Stretching Charm. It is said that this kind of magic is super difficult.” George said in disbelief, “By the way, haven’t you been practicing the Patronus Charm?”

"Professor Smith taught me that I haven't learned how to make the patron saint speak, but I have to learn this first." As he said, Albert got the unconscious mouse out of the small cage.

 “Where did you get the mouse?”

“It took a lot of effort to catch the mouse in the corner of the castle where the debris was piled.” Albert poked the mouse with his hand.

 “What’s wrong with the mouse?”

 “I don’t know, he’s probably dead!”

Albert picked up the wand and began to try to cast a resuscitation spell on the mouse. He was more curious about whether the mouse was dead, whether it was cursed, or whether it simply fainted.

 “What you made shouldn’t be life-threatening!” Lee Jordan said, pretending to be horrified.

"I don't know, maybe it will, maybe it won't. I'm testing its power." When Albert saw that the rejuvenation had no effect, he knew that the effect of Banshee's Wail was extraordinary.

“I think this mouse should be dead!” Fred curiously poked the mouse with his finger.

“No, otherwise you think Albert would cast a spell on the mouse foolishly?” Lee Jordan shook his head.

“This one, couldn’t it be…Percy’s spotted one?” George, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

“Definitely not. Then again, isn’t Percy’s rat going to die soon?”

“It looks like it’s still alive and well to me.” Fred asked in surprise, “Can most mice live for such a long time?

"Who knows!" Of course Albert knew that mice could not live that long, but people could, but this was not what he needed to pay attention to at the moment. He took out a small bag of dark salt from his pocket.

"What is this?"

“Salt, lend a hand and pry the mouse’s mouth open.” Albert motioned to the three of them to come over and help.

It took them a while to get the unfortunate mouse to swallow the salt.

Not long after, the rat, which had been tortured to the point of dying, finally woke up, but it was listless and looked very bad.

"It actually works." Fred looked at the waking mouse, and then his eyes fell on the small bag of discolored salt. After looking up and down curiously, he picked up a little and put it in his mouth.

"What on earth is this?" The expression on Fred's face instantly became distorted, he spat out the contents of his mouth again, and squatted on a plate while retching.

“Table salt is just processed, and its effect is similar to that of a magic potion. Having said that, you actually dare to eat something you don’t know.” Albert glanced at Fred, somewhat admiring the other person’s ability to commit suicide.

“What good stuff have you made? Take it out and let us see it.” George urged, he was curious about what Albert had made.

"I'll let you try it another day. I don't want to pass out for no reason now." Albert didn't plan to let them use the Banshee's Wail in the dormitory. He knew very well who these people were. If someone got it, they would probably If you can't wait to open it, you will get yourself into a trap, and it will bring misfortune to others.

  Facts have proved that Albert’s decision was right.

 The next afternoon, I was in the room where I needed help.

Albert looked at the three people lying on the ground with helplessness on his face.

 Fortunately, he had the foresight to plug in his earplugs in advance before giving Fred the Banshee's Wail.

Fred, this bastard, really opened it immediately after getting the Banshee's Wail.

The three people who were not wearing earplugs were struck and fell down without any warning.

Albert bent down and picked up the Banshee's Wail from the ground. After making sure that it was not damaged, he closed the Banshee's Wail again, looked at his roommate who had fallen to the ground, and sighed softly.

 If you don’t commit suicide, you won’t die. Why don’t you know?

Albert tried the resuscitation spell on several people, but it had no effect like the little mice. He took out the salt he had prepared in advance from his pocket, pried open Li Jordan's mouth and fed him. He also filled him with a small glass of water and moved his Adam's apple for him to swallow.

 Then he continued to cast spells to revive him.

“What’s wrong with me? It hurts. It hurts!” Li Qiaodan covered his head. He hit his head when he fell. “Bah, what the **** is this?”

 He started squatting next to him and retching, looking very uncomfortable.

"That idiot Fred used this thing, and you all fainted." Albert shook the Banshee's Wail in his hand and explained casually.

Lee Jordan's face was distorted with anger, and he wanted to kick Fred, blaming this guy for causing trouble and **** up all three of them. No wonder, Albert was unwilling to give them a try last night. He had known that feelings would be like this.

Lee Jordan watched with resentment as Albert woke up the Weasley brothers. The two of them were not in good condition either. They were both bruised and were retching now.

 George was the most unlucky, with a swelling on his head.

 “Did you know this already?” Fred asked depressedly, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

"I already said it last night!" Albert said angrily: "But you just don't listen, and you have to suffer some losses to remember."

 “You must have done this on purpose!”

 “I’m so angry, let’s beat him together.”

 (End of this chapter)