Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 156: True Crow’s Mouth

The Easter break is over before Albert has time to challenge the Eagle Riddle.

After the holidays, news of Professor Broad's resignation spread across Hogwarts in the blink of an eye, and everyone regretted it, Defence Against the Dark Arts is one of the few subjects that can bring them joy. The humorous and humorous Professor Broad always makes everyone learn a lot of useful things.

“Who will they assign to teach next semester?”

"Who knows?" said Lee Jordan sullenly, staring at the Defence Against the Dark Arts paper on the parchment, "Are you still doing your holiday homework for Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

Everyone knew that Professor Broad would resign early, but no one thought he would resign so soon.

"Do you know why Professor Broad resigned?" Angelina looked at Albert suspiciously and asked.

"Professor Brod mentioned this as early as the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Albert said without looking up: "It's just a little bit earlier."

"Is there such a thing?" Lee Jordan muttered. He was trying to finish his thesis and had forgotten what the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class was about.

"Yes, I remember that." Shanna nodded in agreement.

"The Defence Against the Dark Arts class is rumored to be cursed," said Albert, who was examining his dissertation.

"I thought you would say the rumors are unreliable."

"I wouldn't believe the rumors if it wasn't for the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's change every year, but the subject has never been taught for more than a year, and the wizards who serve as Defence Against the Dark Arts professors always resign due to all kinds of troubles, some are Seriously injured, some even lost their lives.”

"Professor Broad's early resignation was a wise choice." Albert continued: "At least, he can ensure his own safety and not have to spend his later years in the hospital."

"Is it really that serious?" Angelina was a little disbelieving, she felt that Albert was deliberately exaggerating the so-called curse.

"I suggest you go check the information yourself, it's much more credible than what I'm trying to say." Albert was sorting the parchment, and the library was closing soon.

"Professor Brod has resigned, what about our Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Lee Jordan frowned and asked when several people left the library, "Self-study?"

"Someone will take the class, or we will study on our own." Albert said without hesitation, "If someone takes the class, 80% will be Snape."

"Oh no."

"Of course, Snape also has his own class, so 80% of it will be self-study." Albert continued.

"Can't you just finish it all at once?" Lee Jordan said angrily. Many people didn't like Snape's class. It was too depressing.

After 10:30 p.m., the Weasley twins dragged their exhausted bodies back to the dormitory.

Felch deliberately did not complete the confinement at one time, but twice a week, and the two have been in confinement for nearly a month.

Long pain is worse than short pain!

Felch clearly knew this and made the Weasleys grit their teeth, but they couldn't do much with Filch.

"I feel like my hand is about to break!" Fred sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his sore wrist.

“What did Filch ask you to do again?” Li Jordan covered a yawn and stuffed a spinach-flavored Bibi Duo bean into his mouth.

"Copy the mistakes of some of the students and their punishment," Fred said feebly.

"This kind of work is tedious and pointless." George looked extremely annoyed, "Felch must have done it on purpose. Every time I see his schadenfreude face, I can't wait to slap the **** out of it. on his face.

"Nothing to complain about, who let you sneak into the woods!" Lee Jordan shrugged. "It's lucky not to be fired."

"Where's Albert? Did he go to the kitchen?" George peeled a toffee for himself, feeling a little hungry.

"No, I'm taking a shower."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Albert walked in in his pajamas.

"Come back, what else did Filch think of to torment you?" Albert was wiping the water off his hair with a towel.

"Very bad, Filch asked us to copy some of the mistakes of the former students, my hand is about to break," muttered Fred.

"Uh, how many times is this?"

"Oh, no, don't mention that we're still friends." Fred felt like he was about to break down.

"The fifth time?" Lee Jordan guessed.

"The sixth time," George muttered.

"I want revenge on Filch!" Fred muttered, shaking his fist, "Help us find a way!"

"Toss a pile of **** in his office?" Lee Jordan suggested, "to keep him from going in there."

"We've run out of big shit!" Fred said sullenly, and he didn't think it was a good idea.

"I can sponsor you a bag of dung bombs for free." Albert suddenly said, obviously a master who doesn't take it too seriously.

"I'm also sponsoring a few of your dung bombs~IndoMTL.com~ Lee Jordan who is watering garlic is right.

The twins hesitated.

However, the first weekend after Easter, Fred and George made a decision.

The Gryffindor-Ravenclaw Quidditch match everyone is watching takes place on the first weekend after Easter.

On the weekend morning, however, Fred and George were told by Filch that they would be in lockdown today, directly causing them to miss their chance to watch the last major Gryffindor game.

"Felch must have done it on purpose, absolutely on purpose, and he's taking revenge on us, in this way." Angrily Fred tore the note to shreds.

Felch's punishment was simply unbearable for the twins.

"It's a great move." Albert commented, "Looks like Filch really hates the two of you."

"Hate?" Lee Jordan felt that Albert's words were inappropriate. If it wasn't for hatred, how could he have deliberately locked them up during a Quidditch match, and the punishment for the detention was to wash the chamber pot. "

"Does the funding you mentioned last time count?" Fred gritted his teeth, looking ready to take revenge on Filch.

"Yes, of course!" Albert tilted his head to look at Fred and George, reminding, "However, I suggest you start the night before leaving school."

"I know."

"We'll tell you about the game after we watch it," Lee Jordan comforted. However, the tone sounded a bit gloating.

"Maybe, after your confinement is over, the game isn't over yet!"

"You should say Gryffindor will beat Ravenclaw and win the Quidditch Cup this year," Fred and George corrected in unison.