Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 411: That’s it

Into December, the weather is even colder.

Albert woke up in a daze. He blinked and found that the room was still dark. He knew that he woke up early and felt sleepy. After reaching out to cover his yawn, he was ready to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, when I lay back, I found that I couldn't sleep for some reason. He looked sideways at the copper stove in the center of the room. The stove was burning with a blue flame. In order not to affect the quality of sleep, the light on the stove was blocked by the special casing. Only the lower circle exuded blue light, silently Provide warmth to the room.

This is Albert's modified Stove No. 3, which is far more secure than a glass jar of flame.

Albert reached out and fumbled around the pillow, then pulled out the wand beside the pillow and waved it. The magic lamp on the bedside table lit up, and the pale light lit up the room at once. It's a pity The 1.3 version of the magic lamp is still very low in practicality.

When the lamp was lit, Albert caught a glimpse of a letter under the lamp, shook his wand, and the envelope automatically flew to Albert's hand.

The letter was sent from home. Daisy asked him to remember to go home during the Christmas holiday. The letter also contained a reply from his sister Nia, who said she missed Tom and asked if Tom had successfully lost weight.

Albert glanced at the stove, where Tom was. At this moment, the whole cat is huddled in his bed, leaving only one tail exposed, which is very interesting.

Alas, it's hard to lose weight for a fat cat, and Tom's not getting fatter is the best outcome.

"Good morning!" Fred greeted Albert while yawning.

"Who's going home for the holidays this year." Lee Jordan woke up too, the guy huddled under the covers talking to them.

"Why is there a letter from me here?"

George took the letter on the bedside table with some confusion and scratched his head, still confused.

"It is estimated that the owl was late, so I asked the house-elf to help deliver the letter directly." Albert was not surprised. It had been a blizzard for the past two days, and the owl needed to fly through the blizzard. It was indeed hard enough to be late. It is not difficult to understand.

"Written from home, it seems we can't go home for the Christmas holiday today." After reading the letter, George threw it to Fred, "They are going to Romania to see Charlie, so we can only Staying at school for the holidays."

"Lee Jordan, do you want to stay?" Fred opened the letter, glanced at him, and asked his partner who was still in bed.

Lee Jordan covered a yawn, looked at Albert and asked, "Forget it, I want to go back, and Albert should also go back!"

"I'm going back, I've sent a letter from home to let me go back for the Christmas holidays." Albert knew that his time with his family was limited, so he didn't want to waste it.

"I'm going to sleep for a while, remember to call me when you're going downstairs for dinner." Lee Jordan was about to go back to sleep, but it was too early.

"Are you still going to sleep?"

"It's no nonsense, it's only six o'clock in the morning, and I'm sure Filch isn't up yet." Lee Jordan pulled the sheet over his head.

"Should we sneak over and surprise Filch?" George offered excitedly. "We could put some noise bombs in his room that we made a while ago."

"And then I'll be targeted by Filch. Come on, there's no need to do that, and your noise bomb won't work." Albert shook his head as he looked at the twins who were about to die.

A noise bomb is a ball-like thing that makes a loud noise when thrown, startling others.

Well, just this effect, there is no other use.

This thing is actually a joke prop made by the twins to imitate Albert's Banshee's Howl. Unfortunately, the effect is just like that. Currently, Fred and George are adding choke to the noise bomb according to Albert's suggestion. The smell of people and the black smoke that is difficult to disperse have a tendency to develop towards smoke bombs.

"Come and see this..." George said suddenly.

"Stop arguing, let me sleep a little longer." Li Jordan rolled over and covered the quilt more tightly.

"It's Professor Quirrell." George said softly, "He's actually in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor of the castle. Wouldn't he want to steal Dumbledore's treasures in the school now?"

“This kind of thing is not very likely. He is at most checking the mechanism arranged by the professors.” Albert shook his head.

"Could he be the dark wizard who broke into Gringotts?" Fred asked suddenly.

"Assumed to be under the Imperius Curse," Albert said.

"Professor Quirrell really doesn't look like a dark wizard." George pondered for a moment and agreed with Albert's idea, "The possibility of being controlled by evil black magic is indeed not small."

"But why does Professor Quirrell wear that big scarf?" Fred expressed his doubts~IndoMTL.com~ They had been eyeing Quirrell's big scarf for a long time, but unfortunately it was everyone Successfully removed the large scarf.

"It still smells like garlic." George thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's to distract everyone? Maybe it's to keep others away from him, lest the professors see any flaws?"

"This..."

Albert suddenly didn't know what to say. Quirrell's garlic smell was to smoke people away?

He thinks in a different way, suddenly feeling that what Fred and George said makes sense.

Too much contact with other professors makes it easy to see flaws, and if they know Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort, they don't know what will happen.

"Should we tell Dumbledore about this?" Fred asked suddenly, "If Professor Quirrell really came to steal that thing."

"Do you have proof? If there is no proof, it is slander." Albert reminded, "Professors will not easily listen to you slander another professor."

"But... what should we do?" The twins also felt that Albert was right, and the professors obviously wouldn't let them "slander" another professor at will.

"Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore should have noticed it to some extent. He is the greatest wizard of all time. How could he not have considered such a thing?" Albert said his speculation, "I guess the Headmaster is Wait for the thief to take the bait."

"It turns out that it is indeed Principal Dumbledore." Fred's voice just fell, and suddenly froze again, he said, "Then we can't venture into the corridor of the restricted area on the fourth floor."

If Headmaster Dumbledore was watching, wouldn't they just be caught right there?

"Don't worry, there will always be opportunities, and the principal didn't say that we shouldn't take risks."