Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 455: Omen
Over the weekend, Albert woke up early in the morning.
No way.
At six o'clock in the morning, when it was just dawn, Wood knocked on the door of the dormitory, woke up Fred and George, who were still awake, and took them to the Quidditch pitch for early practice.
The other unlucky guys in the dormitory were woken up as well. Amid Lee Jordan's complaints, Albert was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but found that he couldn't fall asleep.
At breakfast, Albert covered his yawn and casually flipped through the new issue of the Daily Prophet.
He looked at a report by Rita Skeeter, and the original sleepiness suddenly disappeared. Although the content of the entire article was ridiculing the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic, Albert was able to learn from the article. To bring up the general content: The Ministry of Magic is looking for a wizard named Jack, because the guy smuggled dragon eggs into the UK without authorization, and the wizard Jack is currently missing.
A newspaper mentions dragon eggs?
This should be a precursor to many things that don't happen for no reason.
It seems likely that Quirrell has already acquired the dragon egg.
In order to avoid being suspected by Hagrid, Quirrell couldn't hand over the dragon egg directly to Hagrid. He needed to wait until Hagrid went to the Hog's Head for a drink before he could pretend to be a hawker and invite Hagrid to drink and get him drunk .
"Is there any interesting news in the newspaper?" Lee Jordan also asked, clutching his yawn.
"That reporter named Rita Skeeter is good at grabbing everyone's attention." Albert smiled and closed the Daily Prophet.
"Rita Skeeter loves **** the most." Fred shuffled down the hall, exhausted and hungry now, and could swallow almost anything.
"But you can't deny that everyone likes to hear her nonsense." George sat down beside Albert and began complaining loudly to them that Wood was a training freak.
"By the way, we're going to do homework later, do you want to be together?" Albert looked at Fred and George and suddenly asked, "I remember you haven't finished your homework this week, right? !”
"We're going to go to the library to find some materials later." Fred couldn't help moving his head aside, preferring to find someone to learn from later.
Albert gathered all his Gryffindor students from his class, and made up the unfinished homework together on weekends, so that everyone could communicate with each other when they didn't understand.
It's basically a study group.
Fred and George hurriedly stuffed a large amount of food into their mouths, then slipped away without anyone noticing.
Lee Jordan shouted "Never borrow homework from Fred and George" and began to immerse himself in doing his own homework. He was the only one in this group of people who had not finished it yet. Originally, Fred and George should also accompany him. He did his homework together, but unfortunately, the two **** ran away by themselves.
Sanna is practicing the Happy Mantra with Angelina. Professor Flitwick has hinted more than once that the Happy Mantra will be tested in the final exam, so the Happy Mantra is the one that everyone should focus on reviewing.
"I think Shanna is very likely to win again this time." Lee Jordan looked up and said, "Although this year's wizarding card competition is much better than the last one, there are still people who are really good at playing wizarding cards. Many, the top eight selected yesterday, there are really not many powerful ones... well, well, I know, my mouth is not good enough?"
Lee Jordan obediently shut up as a crowd watched.
"That Miss Isobel is very unusual." Shanna raised her head and glanced at Albert, who was buried in the thesis, and muttered softly. She was not complacent. Isobel put a lot of pressure on Shanna. She was obviously a person who didn't play the wizard card very much, but she easily reached the quarterfinals.
Is this true genius?
"Is the championship reward still 10 Galleons this time?" Angelina was a little depressed, she was eliminated in yesterday's 16 to 8.
"Well, ten Galleons."
The original little discussion disappeared again.
"I remember you seem to be in the quarterfinals, right!" A few tables away from them, Ron, who was rushing to do his homework, suddenly raised his head and said
For some reason, Harry always found Ron's tone sour.
"What are you going to do with the money?" Ron asked again. He seemed to be certain that Hermione would win a wizarding card game.
"There are only ten Galleons to win the championship." Hermione couldn't help reminding after reciting the twelve uses of dragon blood.
"Yeah, champion, I really don't know what's the point of him paying to hold this competition." Ron looked at Albert, who was buried in his thesis not far away, and muttered softly, "With this Galleon Wouldn't it be nice to come and buy something?"
Ron thought of Fred and George again, the two **** who could always hear the crisp sound of gold coins in their pockets.
"Look, here it is again." Ron muttered in his heart, and saw Fred and George walk into the hall, almost trotting toward them. When they put a book in front of Albert, they were still babbling: "We found it, look at this, we found it!"
Fred noticed a lot of people staring at him, smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you."
Albert glanced at the parchment he had almost smeared, glared at Fred in dissatisfaction, and then moved his gaze to the book in front of him.
"Motra?"
"Look at this..." George raised his finger excitedly and pointed to a passage in the book: "People who are bitten by a mortra will experience retching symptoms.
When George read this, Albert understood why the twins were so excited, was this going to make vomit candy with mortra rats?
Albert read softly again: "In more severe patients, the **** will spark outward."
There is no doubt that if used properly, it can create a very interesting joke prop, and the sparks from the **** will definitely be sought after by the majority of students.
"Looks like it's a rat covered in treasure." Lee Jordan put his head close and mumbled vaguely after reading the entire contents of the book.
"It's the Mortra rat," Fred corrected happily.
Lee Jordan is right, though, the Mortra rat does have many uses. The growths on their backs, when eaten after pickling, can increase their resistance to the curse, but over-eating can cause unsightly purple ear hairs to grow.
Wizards often use mortra's juice to concoct potions, which, even when used directly, can heal cuts and scrapes, as well as reduce the pain of wounds.
"We're considering where to get this stuff, it's not cheap to buy one." George frowned.
"You can find Mundungus Fletch, maybe he can help get some," Albert suggested, "and you don't need a Mortra rat either, let that guy get it for you. Some Mortra rat ingredients would be good."
"You're right, maybe we can try it out." Fred thought about it and thought it made sense~IndoMTL.com~ They've already checked the information, and the wizards who keep the mortra will only harvest their backsides. Anemone-like growths, this is where this amazing creature is most valuable.
As for what they might need Motra teeth, maybe Mundungus can get some for them, and it shouldn't be too expensive.
"What are they doing?" Shanna asked suspiciously, watching the twins leave, "Don't they have to do their homework?"
"Don't mind them." Albert shook his head. "Those two guys will be coming over to do their homework soon, unless they want to be locked up."
Sure enough, Fred and George came over to do their homework together after they wrote the letter. Their foundation was solid. Although they were completely distracted this semester, with Albert's help, their homework would not be too much. Too bad.
As for Mundungus Fletcher, he directly offered three Galleons for one Mortra Rat, and a low price for two five Galleons.
When this guy got the letter, he sneaked to the beach and spent a lot of time catching two Mortra rats, ready to resell them to the Weasley twins.
Fred and George refused to pay for the two Mortra rats, and wrote to Mundungus Fletcher that they only needed the Mortra incisors and growths.
Mundungus, who received the letter, almost got his nose crooked, refusing to sell the incisors of the Mortra rat to the twins.
Soon after, Mundungus, unknowingly, obtained a bunch of Mortra's incisors from there, intending to sell them to the Weasley twins for a hefty price of two sikos each.
After some haggling, Mundungus finally pinched his nose and made the deal, threatening in a letter not to sell them any more.
Several Alberts scoffed at Mundungus' threat in the letter.