Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 293: 1 group of scumbags

Leaving the Room of Requirement before curfew time.

Albert speaks the command in front of the Fat Lady's portrait and enters the Gryffindor lounge through the exposed passage. At this point, most people have already returned to the dormitory to rest.

"Where have you been?" Shanna looked at Albert, who came in from outside, in surprise.

"Do you want the kitchen?"

Albert shook the bag in his hand, which contained butter cookies.

"Thank you." Shanna took two cream biscuits, made herself a cup of hot cocoa, and chatted with Albert about some problems encountered in the study, and then went back to the dormitory to rest.

"You're back and we're thinking about how we're going to get you out of the Room of Requirement later?"

At the moment when the door of the dormitory was opened, Fred, who was playing cards, turned their heads and looked at the door. They were a little disappointed when they saw that it was Albert.

How much do you want something to happen to yourself?

"I'm fine, I'm really sorry for you guys!" The blue veins on Albert's forehead jumped slightly, and he said angrily, he decided not to share the supper from the kitchen with them.

"You succeeded?" Lee Jordan was more curious about what happened to what Albert said, said to be a powerful self-defense weapon.

"Successful, works great."

Albert took the small cage from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"What's this?"

"The mouse cage."

"Are you kidding?" Lee Jordan raised an eyebrow.

"Idiot, it's the Traceless Stretching Charm." Fred had seen this kind of magic.

"You actually mastered the Traceless Stretching Charm. It is said that this type of magic is extremely difficult." George said in disbelief. "By the way, haven't you been practicing the Patronus Charm?"

"Professor Smith taught it, and the Patronus didn't learn it yet, but I learned this first." With that, Albert got the comatose mouse out of the small cage.

"Where did you get the mice?"

"It took a lot of work to catch it in the corner of the castle where the debris was piled up." Albert poked the mouse with his hand.

"What happened to the mouse?"

"I don't know, maybe it's dead!"

Albert picked up his wand and began to try to cast a resuscitation spell on the mouse. He was more curious, whether the mouse was dead or not, whether it was cursed, or simply fainted.

"You're doing something that's not life-threatening!" said Lee Jordan, pretending to be horrified.

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not, I'm testing its power." Seeing that the rejuvenation didn't work, Albert knew the effect of Banshee's Howl was very unusual.

"I think the mouse should be dead!" Fred poked the mouse with his finger curiously.

"No, otherwise you think Albert would foolishly cast a spell on a mouse?" Lee Jordan shook his head.

"This, shouldn't it be... Percy's Scabber?" George, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said.

"Certainly not. Then again, isn't Percy's mouse dying soon?"

"I think it seems to be alive and well." Fred asked in amazement, "Can a normal mouse live this long?

"Who knows!" Of course Albert knew that mice couldn't live that long, but people could, but it wasn't something he needed to focus on right now, and he took a small packet of dark-colored salt from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"Salt, grab the handle and pry the rat's mouth open." Albert motioned the three to come and help.

It took them a while to get the hapless rat to swallow the salt.

It didn't take long for the tormented mouse to finally wake up, just lethargic and looking bad.

"It actually works." Fred looked at the awakened mouse, and then his eyes fell on the small packet of discolored salt again. After looking up and down curiously, he squeezed a little and put it in his mouth.

"What the **** is this?" The expression on Fred's face instantly became distorted, he spit out the contents of his mouth again, and squatted on the plate and kept retching.

"The salt is just processed, and the effect is similar to potion. Then again, you dare to eat anything you don't know." Albert glanced at Fred, admiring the other's ability to kill .

"What good thing you've done, take it out for us to see," urged George, curious as to what Albert had done.

"I'll let you guys try it another day, now I don't want to pass out inexplicably." Albert didn't plan on letting them use Banshee's Howl in the dormitory. He knew exactly who these people were. When it arrives, it is estimated that it will be opened in a hurry, not to mention pitting myself, and causing others to be unlucky together.

It turns out that Albert was right.

The next afternoon, in the room upon request.

Albert looked at the three people who fell to the ground with helplessness on his face.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to plug in his earplugs before giving Fred the Howl of the Banshee.

Fred the **** turned on the Banshee's Howl as soon as he got it.

The three without earplugs fell without warning~IndoMTL.com~Albert bent down and picked up Banshee's Howl from the ground. Howl closed it again, looked at his roommate who fell to the ground, and sighed softly.

If you don't die, you won't die, why don't you know?

Albert tried the revival spell on several people, but it didn't work like the little mouse. He took out the prepared salt from his pocket, pried open Lee Jordan's mouth to feed him, and poured him a small glass of water to move his Adam's apple for them to swallow.

Then, he continued to cast the spell to bring him back to life.

"What's wrong with me, it hurts, it hurts!" Li Jordan covered his head and hit his head when he just fell, "Bah, what the **** is this."

He begins to crouch beside him and retches, looking distressed.

"That idiot Fred used this thing, and you all passed out as a result." Albert shook the Banshee's Howl and explained it casually.

Lee Jordan's face was crooked in anger, and he wanted to kick Fred with his feet. He blamed this guy for making trouble and **** all three of them. No wonder, Albert was reluctant to give them a try last night, the love thing would have known it would become like this.

Lee Jordan watched with resentment as Albert woke the Weasleys, both of whom were in bad condition, both bruised and retching now.

George had the worst luck, with a swollen lump on his head.

"Did you already know!" Fred asked gloomily, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Last night, I already said it!" Albert said angrily: "However, if you don't listen, you will have to suffer a little to keep your memory long."

"You must have done it on purpose!"

"Beat him up."