Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 272: The ethics of the corner
Speaking of February, there are a lot of things to watch.
In early February, students from Year 3 and up can visit Hogsmeade. There's a Quidditch match in the middle of the month, this time Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, and at the end of the month there's a selection for the Wizarding Club.
Of course, this last one counts as a make-up.
Time is like a lame old man, slowly entering February with the urging of countless students.
Of course, not all students want time to pass faster. Albert is one of them. Recently, he always feels that time is a little short, and even a leisurely time has become less.
Wish there was a time shifter.
However, the time consumed by the time converter is actually counted on the user. If the time converter is used too trivially to go back to the past, the user's lifespan will be reduced.
Albert is considering whether to throw all the **** out of him.
Because there are so many old friends, he basically needs to write a letter every day, and there are still many things in the notebook that have not been completed.
Isobel is right, he is really too greedy. If it weren't for the skill panel, I would have been overwhelmed and driven crazy by that pile of things. Hermione in the third year is the best example.
Forget it, now is not the time to stop and rest, accumulate more capital while you are young, and when you have enough capital, you can live the life you want.
"It will be almost a year or two away."
As for Voldemort's problems, Albert really never worried.
After all, with the tall man Potter the Savior, all he needs to think about is how to use Voldemort to benefit himself.
After all, the days when Voldemort ruled the wizarding world were the darkest times for the wizarding world and Britain, and chaos meant opportunity.
Albert took out a small notebook to write down what came to his mind. This notebook is about to run out.
He flips through it, sighs softly, and puts the notebook back in his pocket before checking the homework he just finished. He began to write to Mundungus Fletcher, asking him to meet at Three Broomsticks on his next trip to Hogsmeade.
Albert does need the swamp digger's pelt, the mandrake that he stuffed into the salt a few months ago has been around for months, and it shouldn't be long before it's completely turned into a black magic item . At that time, the fur of the swamp digger will be needed to straighten it, otherwise even Albert would not dare to reprocess this black magic item rashly, lest he would be unlucky with him.
Mundungus Fletch's reply came quickly, and he probably didn't want the swamp digger's pelt on his hands either. However, from the words in the letter, it is not difficult to see that the guy still wants to slaughter Albert's wallet.
Do you really think of me as a child?
Albert couldn't help laughing. He threw the parchment paper into the fireplace and watched the flames burn the paper to ashes with a weird smile on his face.
"Albert laughed so horribly." The lazy George just looked up to see this scene, he couldn't help shivering, and touched Fred next to him with his elbow, motioning him to go to Albert Look over there.
"I don't know who's going to be out of luck!" Fred muttered softly.
"Next time, Hogsmeade, go?" Albert asked in a low voice after looking around to make sure there was no one around.
"Go, why not." Lee Jordan said without looking up, his pockets still bulging just after Christmas.
"The letter from the thief?" Fred felt like he had guessed the answer.
"Well, he doesn't seem to have given up on slaughtering me. If the talk breaks down..." Albert sneered, "Just rob him, or forcefully buy and sell."
"Isn't this... not good." Lee Jordan put down the quill in his hand and looked at Albert worriedly. Although he was often mischievous and liked to violate school discipline, Lee Jordan was a good guy at heart.
"It's really not very good." Albert did not deny it, "However, Mundungus Fletcher is not a good guy. He is a professional liar and thief, and also a part-time black market dealer. I have done a lot of unsightly hookups, and the other party doesn't want to make a good deal, so there is no need to be too polite to him."
"For a bad guy, Albert is right, and I don't think it's necessary to be too polite." Fred and George looked at each other and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do with this. "
"A disillusionment spell, a stun spell, and an oblivion spell." Albert naturally knew what to do, and he wasn't worried that he would fail. Some things, if you have no intention of calculating, really make you impossible to guard against.
Perhaps, Mundungus Fletch is a very cautious guy, but he never imagined that the fat sheep he thought were trying to rob him.
In the past life, Albert considered himself to be a very moral person. Even if things broke down, he never had such thoughts~IndoMTL.com~ In this life, with plug-ins, mastered magical magic, and in the capital After more than ten years under the influence of ideology, the moral values of his previous life have long been pushed to the edge of the wall by his foot.
To put it more immorally: the primitive accumulation of capital has always been cruel and bloody.
"Look at Mundungus Fletch's choices and decide what to do with this."
Fred and George didn't have a good impression of Mundungus, so they agreed with Albert's opinion, and Lee Jordan also agreed, and Albert didn't intend to go too far.
"What are you discussing?" Shanna came over with a book from the library in her hand.
"We're discussing the sorcerer card." Albert casually brought up a topic, and the three people next to him took it easy and agreed.
"By the way, have you heard?"
"What did you hear?" Fred asked curiously.
"There is a monster hidden in the Forbidden Forest." Shanna reminded in a low voice, "In the afternoon, when someone was protecting the magical biology on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, they heard a terrible roar."
"Forbidden forest, beast roar?" Albert immediately thought of Hagrid's Lou Wei.
"Maybe, Hagrid kept some dangerous animals in the Forbidden Forest," Fred joked.
"Should we go in and see what kind of monster it is?" George's eyes twinkled with curiosity, and continued, "We can go with Hagrid, he's in charge."
It doesn't look like George's head is too stupid.
In just half a day, strange rumors began to circulate in the school that some dangerous magical creatures came out of the forbidden forest.
Rumours abound that Professor Kettleb has planned to move most of his lessons to the lawn near the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.