Chapter 624： Make arrangements to hit the road

Chapter 624 Arrangements for the road trip

Harry has been temporarily uninterested in the potion that claims to bring "good luck" to people since he learned about its true effect.

All right!

Harry actually finds it expensive.

The price of 30 galleons for a bottle of Fuling Elixir is not low, but from what Albert said, even if you can really spend money to buy Fuling Elixir, it will definitely cost more than this. It is not surprising to find things on the black market several times. .

 A bottle of magic potion that cannot bring real luck to people is actually sold at such an expensive price. How many people are willing to take advantage of it?

 At least, Harry didn't want to.

Although the Potter family still has a large sum of galleons in the Gringotts treasury, they cannot spend money without restraint. If all the money is really spent, the Dursley family will probably not be willing to pay even a single advance. Order to buy him a magic book.

Harry didn't want to taste that kind of taste.

 “Where did he get so many Galleons?” Ron muttered.

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

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

"Perhaps, the Albert family is very rich?" Hermione said casually, "I heard that he was admitted to Eton College, but later chose to go to Hogwarts."

 “What?” Ron looked at Hermione in confusion.

 “Eton,” Harry corrected. He felt that Eton College was definitely much better than Smelting School, where Dudley went to school. After all, cousin Dudley is actually not much different from a pig. The intelligence gap between the two is probably greater than the gap between humans and pigs.

"Students who can go to Eton College are all smart and top students, and they usually need to have a certain financial background..." Before Hermione could finish her words, she was interrupted by Harry.

“I remember Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff said that he was originally going to go to Eton, but he was not sorted into Ravenclaw?”

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

Ron didn't pay attention to what Hermione and Harry were talking about. His mind was now filled with Galleons. He knew that Fred and George were planning to open a joke shop with Albert. Even Ron could count the number of galleons the twin brothers had in their pockets.

 Opening a store requires a lot of money, and the family is destined to be unable to provide them with help, so where will the money come from?

 Albert paid for it himself?

 Where did he get such a large sum of money?

 Available at home?

Even if his family had money, they would not let him spend it wantonly.

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

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

Although this may seem absurd, it is very possible.

  After all, Albert is willing to spend more than ten Galleons every year as the championship prize in 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 to use.

 Alas, how enviable!

“I’m going to the library, will you go with me?” Hermione stopped at the corner and asked Harry and Ron if they wanted to go to the library together.

 “Isn’t your homework done a long time ago?” Ron didn’t understand why Hermione went to the library.

“Well, the homework is done. However, I am going to take Ancient Magic Texts as an elective next semester. Albert suggested that I familiarize myself with it first so that I can better master this subject next semester.”

 “That sounds difficult,” said Harry.

“Fred, George and Charlie didn’t take Ancient Runes. They said it was difficult to be truly proficient in this class.” Ron had already decided to give up taking Ancient Runes in his third year.

"You may not know that Albert is an expert in ancient runes." Hermione shared the information she had learned with Harry and Ron. "Last time, I heard from several senior students that Albert and Publish a book with others.”

 “Publish a book?” Harry was very surprised.

"Yeah, I have to go, lest I run out of room later." Hermione said goodbye to Harry and walked toward the library alone.

"That guy is simply a winner in life. What did he spend so many Galleons on to buy Felixir?" Ron looked at Hermione's leaving back with a sour tone, "Is it to avoid being attacked?"

Harry didn't pay attention to Ron's words. He was attracted by Filch's curses.

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

 Ron looked at Filch's leaving figure and said with schadenfreude: "It seems that Filch is in trouble!"

Since the attack on Mrs. Norris, Filch has often been on guard duty nearby, and many of the students passing by have been troubled by the administrator for various reasons.

 When Harry and Ron passed by, they knew the reason why Filch was so angry.

A large puddle of water seeped out from under the door of the girls' bathroom, flooding most of the corridor. When you got closer, you could hear Myrtle's cries echoing in the bathroom.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron wanted to take a long detour. If he had to go directly, he might get his boots and robe wet.

 “I don’t know, let’s go and have a look.”

Harry reached out to lift up his robe and walked through the water toward the door with the "out of order" notice. As usual, the two of them ignored the notice board and the girls' bathroom, opened the door and walked in.

Had it been 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 and crying.

Myrtle said sadly: "I was here thinking about how I was going to die, and suddenly someone threw something on my head."

"I remember that ghosts can't feel pain at all." Ron suddenly said, "Even if someone throws something at you, the thing will go straight through you."

 Harry felt like he was going to suffer.

 The next moment, a stream of water spurted out of the toilet, splashing Harry and Ron.

Myrtle put her hands on her hips, glared at Harry and Ron, and screamed loudly: "Everyone, come and hit Myrtle with something, because she can't feel it at all! A hit in the stomach is worth ten, and a hit in the head is worth fifty." point!"

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

"I don't know..." said Myrtle, glaring at them. "The thing is right there."

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

As Harry picked the book up from the floor, he could tell it was a diary. The faded date on the cover indicated that it was from fifty years ago.

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

"What are you doing here?" Albert appeared at the door of the bathroom, looked at the two people inside, frowned slightly and reminded, "I just saw Filch, he was coming over here with a mop, if If he knew you were in the girls' bathroom, he would be happy to find an excuse to put you in confinement and let others know about it.

Harry hurriedly left with his notebook, completely unaware of the light shining under Albert's glasses behind him.

 (End of this chapter)