Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 121: See clearly

Gryffindor is still reeling from the victory over Hufflepuff, and if they beat Ravenclaw again, Gryffindor could win the Quidditch trophy.

Currently, Gryffindor has a good chance of winning, as long as Slytherin beats Ravenclaw, or they can beat Ravenclaw, the trophy will eventually belong to Gryffindor.

Charlie sits across from Albert during breakfast, studying his Quidditch tactics. Fortunately, Charlie had already finished breakfast and left, otherwise Albert and the others wouldn't know how long they would have to listen to him nagging.

Albert said to Lee Jordan next to him after eating the plate of sausage: "Next time, at breakfast, stay away from Charlie. These Quidditch captains are going crazy. It's horrible."

"What did you say..." Lee Jordan replied smoothly, and then the fruit in front of him began to emit thick black smoke.

"Cough, what the **** are you doing!" Albert was choked by the thick smoke and coughed again and again. He stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and looked in the direction of the black smoke. He thought there was a fire. The smoke was found to be coming from the fruit at Lee Jordan's table.

"I just...cough cough." Li Jordan was choked and coughed again and again, and the black face was blackened even more.

The fruit was still smoking black, and Lee Jordan had to use an empty bowl upside down on the table to cover the smoking fruit, but the black smoke would still overflow from under the bowl.

"Wow, what a thick black smoke, what on earth did you do?" George opened the upside-down bowl lid, and black smoke burst out all at once, attracting the attention of a group of people.

"I just want to see if I can restore the bitten fruit." Li Jordan scratched his head embarrassedly. "As a result, I was distracted just now, and it became like this."

"Is there any way you can get the smoke out." Lee Jordan casts a helpless look at Albert.

"Stop the curse." Albert took out his wand, tapped the smoking fruit with the tip of the wand, and used a universal anti-curse on it.

The fruit is no longer emitting black smoke, but it has become charred all over, as if it had been burned to a coke by fire.

"What spell did you use just now," said Albert, holding a fork and poking at the fruit, which soon turned into a pile of charred ashes.

"I don't know either." Li Jordan was still confused.

"By the way, what spell did you just practice?" George asked, picking up some ashes and rubbing it between his fingers.

"The Restoration Charm," Lee Jordan said honestly.

"You can practice by tearing up a piece of newspaper yourself." For the first time, Albert saw someone use a fruit to practice a healing spell.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't read the newspaper today, and asked, "Who of you saw my Daily Prophet today?"

"At my place." Fred handed the headline of the Daily Prophet to Albert, who was now reading the Quidditch column.

"What's the front page news?" Albert took the newspaper and opened it.

"I just read the front page, Cornelius Fudge is Minister of Magic," said Fred. "It is said that the new Minister sends a bunch of owls to Dumbledore every morning to find him. Consult the Ministry of Magic."

Albert opened the Daily Prophet, glanced at the news on the front page, and suddenly said, "He's a very smart guy."

"Why do you say that." George was puzzled.

"At the beginning, Fudge may not have much confidence in his abilities." Albert said without hesitation, "and Dumbledore's voice is much higher than others, Fudge wants everyone to know that his decision is related to Dumbledore."

"Doing this will reduce prejudice in the wizarding world, give him time to adjust to the position of minister, and let everyone see that he is working hard to be a minister. In fact, Fudge's reputation after taking office is not bad. ."

"Over the next few years, Fudge will become more and more confident. It's a process, and no one can be the Minister of Magic right from the start."

"That makes sense." Fred nodded in approval.

Later, Albert knew what the **** Connelly Fudge looked like.

Albert's assessment of Fudge is: being fascinated by power and wealth.

The four-year electoral system is actually quite reasonable.

If Fudge has worked hard as Minister of Magic for four years, and then steps down and replaces him, Albert believes that Fudge will definitely be well received at the Ministry of Magic, and even if he does not become Minister of Magic, he can have a good job.

Unfortunately, the Minister of Magic is basically a lifetime tenure, except that he doesn't want to do it, or is ousted from power.

"The mouse turns into a snuff box, have you mastered it?" Shanna interjected abruptly, "I heard that the Transfiguration exam will bake this question."

"Four months until the final exam." Fred folded the newspaper, glanced at Shanna and said, "Don't make a fuss, we still have a long time."

"I heard that if you get too bad in the test, you'll be held back by the school!" Shanna warned.

"I haven't heard of anyone being repeated." Fred shook his head and said, "As long as you spend some time before the exam, you will never be repeated."

"Are there really people being held back?" George was intrigued by the topic.

"Who?" Lee Jordan was also curious.

"Probably not."

Albert frowned slightly. He remembered that a certain Slytherin student had been relegated, but he didn't want to get into it at all, as long as he wasn't relegated. "

"I really envy Albert, this guy will definitely get high marks in any test." Lee Jordan said resentfully, he hadn't mastered turning a mouse into a snuff box.

"I envy Albert, this guy will definitely get high marks in any test," the Weasley brothers repeated in unison.

"Shut up and get out." Albert snapped.

"Cough cough." Someone please cough.

Albert turned to the visitor and asked, "Anything?"

“The next event will be changed to 3:30 pm next Saturday, don’t remember the time wrong.” Isobel reminded.

"Why did the time suddenly change?" Albert asked suspiciously.

"The new issue of "Transfiguration of the Day" is on sale this weekend, and Professor McGonagall is going to take the inside...

…Anyway, just remember the time correctly. "

"Oh~IndoMTL.com~ Got it." Albert nodded.

"How is Professor McGonagall's club?" Shanna asked curiously.

"It's hard." Albert thought for a while and said, "It's all about expanding knowledge. Professor McGonagall also encouraged us to write letters to experts in this field and keep in touch."

"You wrote it?" Lee Jordan asked.

"Don't ask." George said suddenly.

"Why?" Several people were puzzled.

"I don't want to..." Before George could finish his words, Albert interrupted him.

"Don't worry, no one will reply to me if you can't hear it." Albert said calmly.

"No."

"Who do you expect to value letters from first-year students?"

"Aren't you angry? Don't you care?"

"I don't mind," said Albert calmly. "When I become the recipient of the Most Promising Rookie of the Day Award for Transfiguration Today, they will write back to me."

"You can see clearly."

"You haven't... gone yet?" Albert turned his head, saw Isobel sitting behind him, and was immediately speechless.

"Let's go, there are two herbal classes in the morning, don't be late." George got up and reminded.

The four stood on the way to the greenhouse, looking at the heavy rain outside and asking, "Did you bring an umbrella?"

"No."

Several people looked at Albert.

"I have mastered the summoning technique, so it doesn't matter if I don't bring an umbrella." Albert took out his wand and waved it, and the tip of the wand instantly turned into an umbrella.

"Then what do we do?" Fred asked.

"Go through the rain." Albert walked towards the greenhouse with an umbrella.

After the three of George looked at each other, Qi Qi ran towards Albert, and the four of them gathered under an umbrella and crowded towards the greenhouse.