Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 172: Smith
For the rest of the trip, the four get together to talk about wizard cards.
Albert perfected the rules of the wizarding card game with the help of a card game he had played before. Of course, this can only be regarded as the prototype of the wizard card. Fred, George and Lee Jordan listened to it with interest, and offered their opinions from time to time.
"You said that one day the wizard card became famous. How much Galleon is this notebook that originally recorded the rules of the wizard card?" Albert shook the notebook in his hand and asked in front of him in a joking tone. of three partners.
"If it were me, I wouldn't have sold it." Lee Jordan said without hesitation, "This notebook will become a legend, passed down with the wizard card."
The emotions of several people have been in a high stage, and the wizard card and the prospects of this game that Albert described to them are too good. Moreover, whether it is Fred or George, or even Lee Jordan, can feel the charm contained in this game.
No way, there are too few games in the wizarding world.
When the Hogwarts Express began to slow down, Albert suddenly woke up and hurriedly changed into his school robe.
A short time later, the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station under the rain. It was still raining outside, and both Fred and George tried to cover themselves with cloaks. Lee Jordan took out an umbrella from his suitcase, looked at Albert suspiciously, and asked, "Why don't you bring an umbrella?"
Lee Jordan feels incredible. With Albert's character, how could he forget to bring an umbrella?
"No need, I have this!" Albert chanted a spell, raised his wand and conjured an umbrella, and reminded with a smile, "You probably forgot, I spent a long time in last semester. Where's the Summoning Charm of Time. Look, it comes in handy now."
"Don't squeeze over." Seeing Fred and George squeezed under his umbrella, Lee Jordan was speechless.
"Albert, help copy an umbrella." Fred shouted to Albert, and the three of them were too crowded under an umbrella.
"Give me your wand," Albert called to Fred, in the midst of the loud noise.
"Don't you have a wand?" Fred was puzzled, but when he saw Albert holding his wand, he understood what was going on, and handed his wand to Albert.
"Copy in pairs." Albert took Fred's wand, chanted a spell, and tapped on Lee Jordan's umbrella, helping to duplicate an umbrella.
Before returning it to the other party, Albert looked at the wand again and muttered, "As expected, the power of the spell has weakened significantly without my help."
"What are you talking about?" Lee Jordan handed the twins a replica umbrella and asked them to squeeze one out of their own. The wizards behind them saw this scene with envy on their faces. After all, there were still a few people with umbrellas.
Few can use the Summoning Charm to create an umbrella like Albert.
It rained hard and fast, like buckets of ice-cold water kept pouring on everyone's heads, the unlucky ones who didn't bring umbrellas got wet as soon as they got out of the train, they could only survive in the pouring rain He lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and shrank his body, trying to resist the rain on his head.
"First graders come here!" A familiar voice recalled from not far away, Hagrid with an oil lamp beckoned to the first-year freshman who was drenched in soup.
As is customary, Hagrid will lead them on a traditional lake crossing.
Others push each other along the platform.
Albert, Fred, George and Lee Jordan deliberately fell behind the line, gleefully watching this group of unfortunate **** drenched in scruffy, heartless swear words, George and Lee Jordan Still discussing what made them reluctant to bring an umbrella.
Of course, Albert and the others are not the only ones who have umbrellas. Students who have umbrellas are not in a hurry to follow behind the team. They don't want to squeeze with everyone. Anyway, there must be enough carriages.
The group followed the other students through a rough, muddy road, and they were greeted by a large number of carriages, each pulled by an invisible Thestral.
The shivering students hurriedly climbed into the carriage, and the four Alberts boarded one. Angelina and Arya next door were squeezing an umbrella with Shanna, who was still there before getting into the car. Chatting with Albert, expressing interest in copying spells.
"If I have time, I can teach you!" Albert said to Shanna. "This spell is not too difficult, as long as you are willing to spend some time practicing."
"Time to go," Fred reminded.
When Albert climbed into the carriage and closed the door, the carriage stumbled off, and the long wagon team made its way down the path leading to Hogwarts Castle, the wheels running over the standing water and splashing a lot of splash.
Albert leaned against the window, feeling the violent jolt in the car.
No one spoke, and everyone gathered by the window to look at Hogwarts in the distance.
Not long after, the carriage passed through the gates of Hogwarts with its winged boar sculpture, and finally stopped under the stone steps in front of the two oak gates.
The people in the carriage ahead have hurried up the stone steps and ran into the castle in the heavy rain on their heads.
Albert, Fred, George and Lee Jordan disembarked from the carriage with umbrellas and walked leisurely up the stone steps amid the hurried crowd.
On the way, Albert picked up a hapless guy who slipped, and the other party only said "thank you" before hurriedly running away.
"That guy is stupid," George muttered.
"How stupid?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.
"Guess."
Albert ignored the bickering between the two and stood at the door, looking back in the direction of the Black Lake. There were faint lights on the lake moving towards the dock.
Are the freshmen still crossing the lake?
"Albert, go!" George urged.
"Here it is."
Albert withdrew his gaze, followed behind the crowd, walked slowly to the hall, and entered the auditorium through the two facing doors.
It is said that the Great Hall of Hogwarts is redecorated every year for the New Years Banquet to make it look even more splendid.
Albert walked into the auditorium, raised his head to look at the guest seat, and sure enough, he saw a strange figure there.
He nodded indistinctly at Rowena, and sat in the seat that Lee Jordan had vacated for him, with the ghost of Gryffindor passing by—nearly missing him. Head Nick said hello.
"Good evening." Albert withdrew his gaze and greeted acquaintances of the same class with a smile.
"You tanned." Shanna looked at Albert and said, "Going to the beach for summer vacation?"
"Basque beaches in France." Albert nodded. "The food there is really good and memorable."
"It's really enviable!" Shanna said with admiration on her face. "It's boring to stay at home during summer vacation."
"It's really boring," muttered Fred, "but it's basically how I spend it every year, and I'm used to it."
"You can at least play Quidditch," Lee Jordan couldn't help protesting.
As soon as everyone chatted for a few words, Professor McGonagall brought the first-year students over. The voices in the auditorium began to disappear, and there was silence.
The headmaster of Gryffindor placed a tattered, dirty, patched wizard hat on a three-legged stool in full view.
Then, the Sorting Hat suddenly sang the new Sorting Hat song under the astonished eyes of the freshmen.
After the singing is over, the sorting ceremony officially begins.
Honestly, watching other people's sorting ceremonies is quite interesting.
Freshmen begin to be sorted into various colleges.
Well, Albert would never admit that he was actually interested in Qiu Zhang's appearance.
After all, in the Harry Potter stories, Qiu Zhang is a lovely oriental-looking girl. However, one thing everyone has to admit is that there are differences in the aesthetics of Europeans and Asians. No, it should be said that every People from all over the country are surprised.
Maybe in the eyes of most Europeans, Africans and Asians are similar.
Fortunately, Albert does not suffer from the face blindness that many Europeans have.
Qiu Zhang is in the front row. Unlike Europeans, she prefers an Asian face shape. Well, she is indeed a lovely girl.
However, compared to Qiu Zhang, Albert is more concerned about a boy named Zacharias Smith. Albert has no special impression of his name, but he himself is very fond of the surname Smith. Special attention.
By the way, this Smith is assigned to Hufflepuff.
Gryffindor has also welcomed several new students, Katie Bell is one of them, Albert has a little impression of this girl, she seems to be one of the three suitors in Gryffindor .
"Is that the Rowena Smith you said?" Fred looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor curiously and asked Albert beside him.
"Well, it's really him. It seems that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class doesn't need to worry about not learning anything." While Albert was talking, Angelina was talking to George about broomsticks. She hasn't bought a broom yet, and wants to hear the opinions of the rest of the team.
"The Nimbus 1700 is good, this line of brooms has always been good," Wood interjected.
"What did you buy?" Angelina looked at Fred and George.
"Sweep Seven Star No. 5." The twins looked at each other and said in unison.
"Where's Albert?" Angelina asked Albert again.
"He didn't buy a broom," Freddy Albert replied.
"I suggest you get someone on the team to borrow a broom and try it out, and then think about what to buy." Albert said his proposal.
However, this proposal is not a good one. Most people buy Comet and Sweep Seven, but none of the Nimbus, because this series of brooms is more expensive.
"What's your budget?" Wood asked. "If it's not high, I suggest you get the latest Sweep 6. Comet hasn't released a new broom for several years. Of course, the Comet 260 does too. It's a good broom, but it's a bit slower, depending on how you choose."
While several people were talking, the last student entered Ravenclaw. After the sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall took the sorting hat and stool.
"Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year!" Professor Dumbledore stood up from the guest seat, smiling as he looked at all the students, arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture.
"I am delighted to welcome a new teacher to our team this year, Professor Smith, who fills the vacancy in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class."
There was some applause in the auditorium.
"Okay, I think you're hungry too, let's start eating." Dumbledore raised his spoon and tapped the goblet in front of him.
The golden plates and goblets in front of everyone were suddenly filled with food and drink, and the auditorium reverberated with laughter and the clash of knives and forks.
Albert wasn't very hungry. He picked out his favorite food, cut steaks, and talked to Nick about the academic question of whether ghosts could eat.
Nick states that only rotting food is usually served at ghost banquets, and when ghosts want to taste the food, they pass between the tables where the food is served.
"I guess they let the food rot to make the taste stronger," Albert said to the people next to him, which resulted in a lot of scorn.
After the last dessert had been swept away, Dumbledore stood up again, and the buzzing of the hall came to an abrupt end.
"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that everyone is full, I have a few announcements to make."
"Mr. Filch, the gatekeeper, wants me to tell you ~IndoMTL.com~ This year, students are prohibited from growing garlic and carrying garlic-related items in the castle."
Many people couldn't help but laugh when Dumbledore talked about it, and they all remembered someone using garlic to smack Filch before the summer break last term.
After being kicked by Albert, Fred and George were forced to hold back their laughter.
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In Dumbledore, it is said that everyone should go to bed, and the freshman's opening banquet is over.
"I didn't expect Filch to ban everyone from bringing garlic." After leaving the hall, Fred finally couldn't help laughing.
"Unfortunately, the garlic scrambled eggs tasted pretty good," Lee Jordan said solemnly.
This makes Fred and George want to laugh.
Albert follows everyone to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked as they approached.
"Bullshit," Percy stepped forward.
The portrait snaps forward, revealing a large hole in the wall.
Everyone climbed in from here, the circular common room was still the familiar furnishings, and the fire was burning with roaring flames.
The boys all rushed up the spiral staircase to their respective dorms.
Four four-poster beds stand against the wall, with crimson drapes hanging from them, and each person's suitcase is already at the foot of the bed.
"Good night." Fred was too full to eat, so he took out his pajamas from the suitcase, put them on for himself, and lay down on the bed not wanting to move.
"Good night." Albert also changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed, their bedding already warmed by the charcoal stove.
Lying on the comfortable bed and listening to the sound of the rain outside, Albert closed his eyes and felt that life at Hogwarts was very pleasant.