Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 193: Anything

Fuck!

White smoke rises from the hot grill, and the air is filled with the smell of barbecue.

A barbecue is taking place outside Hagrid's cottage.

Albert flips the beef on the grill with food tongs, and the lightly marinated steak appears slightly browned on the surface.

"Onions, lemons, and eggs." Hagrid put the ingredients on the table, took a bite of the freshly toasted bread on the plate, and stared at the steak that Albert was turning, feeling even hungrier .

Before, Hagrid thought he was good at cooking, but now... he feels like he's getting the food done.

Albert picked up his wand, waved the onion lightly, used the Slicing Charm to slice it, brushed it with a dipping sauce, and set it to roast together.

The eggs are fried in a pan, and finally placed on the plate with the grilled steak, served with grilled onion slices, fried eggs and a tablespoon of canned peanuts, a homemade grilled steak It's finished.

"It smells good. It seems that the grilled steak still needs to be marinated." Hagrid couldn't wait to cut a large piece of beef for himself, took a bite and sighed.

"The main fun is actually to taste the food I cook, and there will be an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and achievement." In fact, Albert has cooking skills, but he has never specially upgraded them. After all, except for a few times at home, he doesn't really need to cook by himself.

Albert cut a piece of beef and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly heard a familiar scream in the distance.

"Wait!"

Albert had put his fork in his mouth and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. It was Fred and the others, who were trotting towards him.

"You, you are actually grilling steak here?" Fred's eyes widened, looking at Hagrid and Albert who were enjoying grilled steak in disbelief.

Of course, Hogwarts also serves steak. However, when a few people saw that Albert was actually grilling steak here, their hearts suddenly became a little unbalanced.

"It tastes okay." Albert squeezed lemon juice on the steak and ate another piece before raising his head and asking, "Aren't you guys free to come here?"

"We came to deliver a letter to you, but I didn't expect to see you hiding here for a barbecue." George's expression was distressed.

"I'm just eating here at Hagrid." Albert took a bite of the roasted onion, put the egg in his mouth with a fork, chewed and swallowed it before asking, "Where's my letter?"

"Here." George handed the letter to Albert.

"Strange, why didn't the owl send the letter directly to me?" Albert was a little puzzled and raised his hand to take the letter handed over by George.

"Professor Smith asked me to give it to you," George explained, staring at the cheese baked potatoes on the grill.

"If you want to eat, take it yourself, don't get burned." Hagrid felt a little funny, and greeted the three to sit down and eat, "Albert made it, I didn't know his cooking skills were so good." /

"Professor Smith?" Albert nodded in understanding. After looking at the sender, he could probably guess what was inside.

"Aren't you going to take it apart and take a look?" Fred's mouth was stuffed with cheesy baked potatoes.

"Oh." Albert thought about it and opened the envelope. It was a letter from Sierra Harris, expressing his willingness to communicate with Albert through letters, and by the way, he introduced two books to him. Books related to alchemy.

"What's in it?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.

"Someone would like to establish a friendly correspondence with me." Albert explained with a smile, stuffing the letter back into his pocket.

"Is it delicious?" George was more concerned about the taste of the grilled steak.

"It's okay." Albert responded and continued to bury his head in eliminating the food on the plate.

After swallowing the baked potatoes, Fred couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect you to actually cook it."

"Why not?" said Albert. "Do it yourself, and have enough food and clothing."

After all, Herb and Daisy are lawyers, and there are times when they are too busy to take care of them.

"The steak was great," Hagrid exclaimed. He had already eaten his portion, which was too small to satisfy Hagrid's appetite, and there was toast on the table, along with bacon and cheese, and a small pot of oatmeal.

"I knew it earlier, we should have come to find you after lunch." Fred couldn't help complaining as he watched Albert stuff the last piece of beef into his mouth.

"That's right, it's time to go back, it's almost time for lunch." After George and Hagrid greeted, they greeted Fred and Lee Jordan to get up and leave.

"Goodbye, Hagrid." Albert greeted Hagrid and left with the three of them.

On the way back to the castle, George suddenly asked: "By the way, we just saw you come out of the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid."

"What are you doing in the Forbidden Forest?" Lee Jordan continued.

"This... I promised Hagrid that I wouldn't tell anyone else. If you want to know, just ask Hagrid yourself." Albert knew that the three of them wouldn't ask, otherwise they would have just asked. , won't wait until now to ask him.

"You're hiding it from us," Fred muttered dissatisfiedly.

"No way, who told me to promise Hagrid first." Albert shrugged helplessly.

"Okay." The three of them couldn't help it, knowing that Albert didn't want to say anything, they didn't ask any more.

"By the way, is there a wizarding card club party in the afternoon?" Lee Jordan is more concerned about this, and he is now a loyal fan of wizarding cards.

"Well, there aren't many people in the auditorium anyway." Albert said, "I've already created the original cards."

Speaking, Albert took out a few cards and handed them to the three, which were their respective cards.

Fred and George are both wearing Quidditch uniforms and holding broomsticks, while Lee Jordan is wearing a wizard's robe, hat and wand, and Albert himself Wizard costume with book and wand.

"When were these photos taken?" George took his own card, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help asking.

"What do you say?" Albert smiled and said nothing.

"Is this all the cards in the future? It finally feels a little more formal!" Fred took the cards and looked at them, very satisfied with his cards.

"What about the other cards?" Lee Jordan asked.

"I haven't done the other cards yet. Do you think I really have that much time to spend on this?" Albert shrugged, "Besides, I don't have any pictures of anyone else."

What about portrait rights?

There is no such thing in the wizarding world.

"I'll take this card!" George was about to stuff his own card into his pocket, but was stopped by Albert.

"This is not possible, the original cards must stay with me, and these will be used as original cards in the future. I will use the transformation spell on it. Once the original card is modified, other cards will also change. ” Albert explained.

"Is this still the case?" Fred was surprised.

"Well, this spell was used in the Daily Prophet, didn't you find it?" Albert asked rhetorically.

Several people shook their heads.

While they knew that the contents of the Daily Prophet sometimes changed, they had no idea why.

"Then...how long will it take?"

"Who knows? At least until I learn the Transformation Spell." Albert thought for a moment and then said, "It is said that that is the level of N.E.W.Ts, I estimate that it will take two or three years. Well."

"Two or three years?" said Li Jordan weakly, "in two or three years, will you be able to reach the N.E.w.Ts level?"

"Although it may be a bit arrogant to say this, it is not too difficult for me to graduate from Hogwarts with excellent grades." Albert said disapprovingly.

"You didn't go to Ravenclaw, it's really a big loss for them." George sighed again, "After all, do you have such a brain?"

"It would be great if you could answer more riddles than Katrina did."

"You're thinking too much." Albert glanced at Lee Jordan and said rather speechlessly, "That's impossible, do you think you can win compared to someone who guesses riddles every day? "

"Then why are you betting on riddles with her?" Fred was even more puzzled.

"I want to know how many kinds of riddles there are at the entrance of Ravenclaw, and what are the answers to these riddles." Albert said without hesitation: "In the future~IndoMTL.com~ I might be able to sneak into Ravenclaw. Crowe's common room."

"I think you're going to be kicked out," Fred said.

"I think so too," echoed George and Lee Jordan.

While the four of them were talking, they had already arrived at the castle. Just as they were about to pass through the entrance hall, they heard hurried footsteps behind them.

Felch hurried toward them.

"Dirty! Dirty everywhere, I've had enough!" Filch exclaimed angrily, pointing to the muddy footprints on the ground. His eyes bulged, the flesh on his face trembled, and he looked terrifying, "I've had enough...kill chickens to warn monkeys...you four, come with me!"

"Cough, calm down, Mr. Filch." Albert took out his wand and waved his mud footprints and boots gently. The mud footprints on the ground disappeared, and the mud on the boots also disappeared. .

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan looked at each other and used the Descaler Charm on their boots.

Unfortunately, they found themselves unable to completely remove the stains.

"How did you do it." George couldn't help asking.

"The Vanishing Curse." Albert waved his wand to clean up for them, then said to Filch, who was stunned, "Can we go?"

Without waiting for Filch to answer, the four of them walked through the foyer and into the auditorium, leaving Filch and others who were going to watch the play, stunned. By the time he regained his senses, the four of Albert had already left.

Felch was trembling all over, and there were several students watching the play beside him. Unfortunately, they didn't know there was a word called "disastrous pond fish", so the two hapless Hufflepuff students were used by Filch as an example to kill chickens. object.

They wanted to do what Albert did, but unfortunately, neither of them could use the Vanishing Charm.