Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 105: Unexpected wealth

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are now rivals for the House Cup after the Hufflepuffs suffered a blizzard in the Quidditch match at the end of November.

In order to win, Captain Charlie has been strengthening the intensity of Quidditch training, which makes the regular players miserable. Fred, who is the team's substitute, can always find a good excuse to get rid of the wind. Hard training in the snow.

"Charlie must be crazy!" Fred muttered, looking out the window at the wind and snow.

"He's just too eager to win the Quidditch trophy." Albert can understand Charlie's efforts. After all, that's the responsibility of the Quidditch captain. If the captain himself relaxes, Gryffindor The team will never have a chance to lift the trophy.

"Are you going home for the Christmas holidays?" Li Jordan looked up and asked after reading the letter from home.

"Go back for vacation." Fred and George looked at each other without thinking.

"I will also go home for the festival." Albert looked at the potted plants by the window and asked, "We have all gone back, what to do with the things in the pots?"

"It shouldn't matter if you leave it here and don't water it for a month, right?" George looked at the lush pot of garlic by the window, but there was not much confidence in his tone.

"Actually, you can make it when you go back, I mean... during the Christmas holidays." Albert tentatively talked about this.

Actually, Albert is well aware that several people are not very enthusiastic about making garlic crosses.

No way, the patience of children is always very limited, and Albert even wondered if they had left this thing behind.

"Oh, that's it!" Fred and George looked at each other, and it seemed... as if they were no longer as enthusiastic about making so-called amulets.

Several people were even a little confused, wondering why they were so enthusiastic about making this kind of thing in the first place.

"Well, let's give it a try. But we're not quite sure how to make a...garlic cross. Is it really going to soak the cross in smashed garlic?" Fred asked tentatively, not sure. Wouldn't his mother beat his **** with a broom for wasting garlic like this.

"You can mash the garlic, soak it in alcohol, and then soak the cross in it." Albert has not practiced it either, and his suggestions for the two are limited.

"That's a good idea. But..." Fred snapped, seemingly forgetting what to say.

"However, we're not sure if we can get alcohol." George went on to say, ordinary beer, they are hard to come across, let alone alcohol, it's very difficult to get.

"What are you going to do with that pot of Bai Xian?" Li Jordan quickly changed the subject, his actual situation was not much better than the twins.

"Stay here, if you die, there's nothing you can do!" The other plant by the window is a white fresh branch that Albert got from Hagrid. It is not too difficult to re-cultivate new Baixian by burying its branches in the soil bag and taking care of it carefully.

However, Bai Xian is easily affected by the weather. If it is not transplanted in the greenhouse in winter, or find a warmer place, it will easily wither.

Actually, Albert doesn't have much confidence in being able to feed this pot of white fresh food in winter.

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As we enter December, the weather is getting colder.

While the Gryffindor common room is roaring with fires, the windy hallways are made colder by the wind and snow. The glass of the windows was rattled by the freezing wind and snow, and everyone had to wrap themselves more tightly in clothes.

Christmas is approaching, and everyone is looking forward to the holiday.

However, professors subconsciously leave students with a pile of homework.

"It's not going to let anyone have a good Christmas!" Watching the homework rising sharply on the parchment, Lee Jordan once again threw his quill on the table.

"Come on, you have to do both horizontal and vertical anyway, or come back after the holidays and let the professors take turns to lock you up." Albert put away the parchment and had to admit that there was indeed a lot of homework during the Christmas holiday. Even he couldn't do it all in a short time.

"Don't bring it up, you're the devil." Lee Jordan leaned back in his armchair.

Today, students from Year 3 and up are in Hogsmeade Village, otherwise they wouldn't have a chance to use the common room comfortably.

"Albert!" George's words were slightly trembling as he pointed to the front page of the Daily Prophet and urged: "Look at this, look at this!"

"What's the matter?" Fred asked feebly. "What's the big news from the Daily Prophet?"

"Milison Bagno has decided to retire in February, and his successor has been identified as Cornelius Fudge." George's breathing became short of breath.

"Connelly Fudge?" Fred repeated, his thoughts paused for a moment, his voice suddenly raised eight points, "You mean...Connelly Fudge?"

"What's the matter, is there something wrong with Cornelius Fudge?" Lee Jordan looked at his twin brother suspiciously, and suddenly came back to his senses, "Wait, Cornelius Fudge seems to be..."

The three of them turned their heads in unison and looked at Albert with strange eyes. When they saw this report, they suddenly remembered something ~IndoMTL.com~ on the Hogwarts Express Meet Albert on...

"I remember..." George slurred

"...You seem to have spent 25 Galleons..." Fred continued.

"Press Connelly Fudge to be the next Minister for Magic!" Lee Jordan's eyes widened.

At this moment, the three of them opened their mouths and looked at Albert in shock.

"I do remember this." Albert nodded and said, "At the beginning, I asked you if you would like to participate in the quiz together."

"My heart... it hurts." Fred stretched his hand over his chest, breathing quickly. If at first...watching Garen slipping away from his hands, that feeling is really bad, it hurts my heart...

"What are the odds of Cornelius Fudge?" asked Lee Jordan suddenly.

"I think it was 4 times as much."

"25 ​​Galleons is... 100 Galleons!" Lee Jordan's breathing became heavier and heavier, like a panting old cow.

"100 Galleons." The twins murmured, with dull eyes.

100 Galleons, such a large sum of money, for several people, they have never even thought about it.

"As I said, my luck is usually not too bad." Albert winked at the three and said, "However, did the Daily Prophet mention when the money will be paid?"

"This...it shouldn't be too late, I think the quiz will be over when Cornelius Fudge announces to be the next Minister of Magic, they should be tallied soon, and the winner will be awarded awards."

Albert nodded and said, there is no need to worry about running out of money recently.

To be honest, he doesn't really like asking his family for money to buy things, and it's not a good feeling to ask someone for money.