Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 287: Bets

Over the next few days, Albert spent a lot of time in the Room of Requirement practicing the Advanced Patronus Charm. However, with no one to teach by the side, let alone the help of the panel, it is not easy to get the Patronus to speak in a short period of time.

However, the trial and practice these days have not been fruitless, and the skill experience of the Patronus Charm has increased rapidly. It is a pity that the Advanced Patronus Charm does not appear on the skill panel, which makes Albert very helpless. He estimates that he needs to upgrade the Patronus Charm skill to level 3, so that he can master the advanced technique of the Patronus Charm more smoothly.

Another equally profound stretchless spell, which was directly mastered by Albert after being upgraded to the second level with the experience pool, he also made a wooden box the size of a palm, and the capacity inside was repeatedly cast. After the spell, it was permanently enlarged enough to fit Albert's small suitcase.

Albert put a lot of stuff inside, and then stuffed the box into the shapeshifting lizard skin bag Hagrid had given him, so it was like carrying a shrunken storage bag with him.

Hagrid's wallet is really useful, not only anti-theft, secret, but also not worrying about being troubled by the Ministry of Magic.

After all, a bag with a traceless stretch spell cannot be used openly.

These days, in addition to practicing the Patronus Charm, Albert is practicing how to sew gloves.

Mrs. Morkin from Diagon Alley has already replied, tactfully refusing to customize gloves for Albert, not wanting to do this business at all.

Albert is not surprised by this, if it were him, 80% would also refuse.

As for the reason, of course, it is troublesome.

Mrs. Morkin's Robe Shop has always been doing well, and there is absolutely no need to devote time and energy to this sort of thing.

Although Albert is a little doubtful about whether the business of Mrs. Malkin's robe store is still booming after school starts, after all clothes are not a one-time commodity, let alone wizards in the magic world.

However, it is impossible to be rejected by Mrs. Morkin.

Now I can only do my own tailoring. Fortunately, Albert's hands-on ability is not bad. After a few attempts with the shabby robes of the House of Requirement, he learned the tailoring skills and rose to level 1, barely able I can make a prototype of a cloth glove, the kind that I can't wear.

After making more than a dozen discarded gloves, Albert finally got himself a decent template to wear on his hands. However, time has quietly entered mid-February.

A Quidditch match is coming up and students can often be heard enthusiastically discussing the outcome of the match.

As the game approached, Charlie's requirements for the players became more and more strict, and the training was unpleasant. Albert said in advance that he had something to do and successfully escaped the disaster. After training, Fred and George always He will look at him with bitter eyes.

"Don't worry, I will come to cheer you on during the game!" Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and comforted.

"I think if you are willing to participate in the competition, our success rate in defeating Slytherin will increase by at least 30%." Fred is also full of resentment, and Charlie's training has made him tired.

"You think too highly of me."

"Actually, I think that as long as Albert says Slytherin will lose, our win rate can be increased by at least half." George said faintly.

However, Albert had said long ago that he felt it would be difficult for Gryffindor to defeat Slytherin, so the twins' fighting spirit has not been very high.

"Is there a bet?" Lee Jordan suddenly interjected.

"Traitor." Fred and George both glared at Lee Jordan, they knew what this guy wanted to do.

"We want to be together too."

"Make money together."

"Do you want to play match-fixing?" Albert was immediately speechless.

"We're going to give it our all, of course, but since failure is inevitable, we don't mind looking elsewhere for comfort." "At least, it's another victory."

What about your ethics?

Albert suddenly wanted to cover his face. If even the players lost their confidence, how could the team possibly win the game.

"Guys, if you want to bet..." a senior next door said to the four, "You can bet with me."

Albert looked up. He knew the man, Kenneth Toller, one of the black market merchants at Hogwarts.

It was Kenneth Toler who helped Albert sell the anti-swelling agent.

"If you let me know you're gambling, I'll tell Mom about it!" Percy glared at his brothers, "And if Charlie knew you wanted to buy Gryffindor and lost The game, he will definitely be sad."

"It's not our fault, who told Albert to say that our chances of winning are not high."

"Yes, yes!"

Fred and George decisively put the black pot on Albert's head.

"Cough, Percy, don't be a spoiler." Kenneth Toller grumbled with a light cough, "It's just a small gamble, it's just a form of entertainment."

Percy ignored Kenneth Toler's words and strode away, presumably...seeming to find Charlie.

Seeing Percy leave, Kenneth Toler didn't care, he turned his head, looked back at Albert, and whispered, "Last time, the batch of anti-tumor you gave me was good."

"Let's talk about it."

"I heard you have a bottle of Buffalo, how about you sell it to me." Kenneth Toller licked his lips, as if Albert was fat food.

"How much are you going to pay?" Albert asked curiously.

"I remember last time you seemed to say ten Galleons, how about I give you twelve Galleons?"

"Not for sale."

"Why?"

"That's the prize reserved for the champion of the Wizarding Card Tournament."

"Oh, okay." Kenneth Toler asked, slightly disappointed, "where did you get that stuff."

"From Dagworth."

"Mr. Dagworth?" Kenneth Toler was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief, "Is that Potions Master, Mr. Dagworth?"

"Hmm."

"You know him!" Kenneth Toler doubted.

"I met while watching an opera in France last summer." Albert didn't lie either, the two really met for the first time at that time.

"Mr. Dagworth watching opera in France?" Kenneth Toller is a little suspicious of life~IndoMTL.com~ Do you really know Master Dagworth? "

"Don't be surprised, Albert knows many famous wizards in the wizarding world," Fred whispered.

"Amazing." Kenneth Toller replied noncommittally, and asked in a low voice, "Can you get some more Buffy Brain Refresher?"

"That thing sells?"

"Of course, you should know that Hogwarts exams will check students for cheating." Kenneth Toller looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then explained in a low voice: "Dragon Claw Powder, Enhancement agents are easy to detect, and even Fuling agents are sometimes unreliable, but Buffy Brain Refresher and Rune Snake Egg are exceptions. Although they are all prohibited items, they are common. It's impossible for the students in the exam to get it, and the professors who invigorate the exam naturally... In short, many wizards who want to get good grades in the exam are willing to take all the Galleons in their pockets for it."

"What's wrong!" As Fred and George listened with interest to Kenneth Toler, Lee Jordan, who was next to him, suddenly touched their ribs with his elbow.

"There..."

"Which side?" Fred followed Lee Jordan's line of sight suspiciously, and at a glance he saw an angry Charlie walking towards him.

The two stood up and wanted to get away immediately, but it was too late, and Charlie came behind them and put his hands on their shoulders.

"I heard Percy say..." Charlie's face dripped gloomily, "Are you going to bet on Gryffindor?"

Fred and George's faces froze instantly, mentally scolding Percy many times.

They turned their heads stiffly and argued, "It's okay, we don't even have a Galleon in our pockets, so what are we going to bet on!"