Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 623: Arrange to hit the road

Ever since he learned about the true effects of the elixir, Harry has temporarily lost interest in the potion that is supposed to bring "good luck" to people.

Okay!

Harry is actually too expensive.

The price of 30 Galleons for a bottle of Flux is not low, but according to Albert's words, even if you can really spend money to buy Flux, it must be more than this price. Not surprising.

How many people are willing to take advantage of a bottle of potion that can't bring people real luck?

At least, Harry didn't want to.

Although the Potters still have a large amount of Galleons in the Gringotts vault, spending money indiscriminately is not acceptable. Even a shilling buys him a magic book.

A taste like that, Harry didn't want to taste.

"Where did he get so many Galleons," muttered Ron.

Recently, Ron's mentality has been a little broken. Before he changed it, everyone was poor, and Ron wouldn't care too much about the fact that he was poor. After all, everyone had no money in their pockets, but recently he was repeatedly surrounded by people around him. The person was stimulated, causing him to become very sensitive about money during this time.

"What?" Harry looked sideways at Ron, thinking about something just now, not paying attention to what Ron was saying.

"Perhaps, the Alberts are rich?" Hermione said casually, "I heard he was admitted to Eton, but chose to come to Hogwarts."

"What?" Ron looked at Hermione in confusion.

"Eton," Harry corrected. He thought Eton must be a lot better than Smelting, where Dudley went. After all, cousin Dudley is actually not much different from a pig, and the difference in intelligence between the two is probably even greater than the gap between humans and pigs.

"The students who can go to Eton College are all smart and top students, and usually need to have a certain amount of money..." Hermione was interrupted by Harry before she could finish her words.

"I remember Justin Finch from Hufflepuff saying he was going to go to Eton, but he wasn't assigned to Ravenclaw"

"There are always exceptions, isn't Albert also in Gryffindor" Hermione said calmly, "and, I'm not in Gryffindor"

Ron didn't pay attention to what Hermione and Harry were saying, he was full of Galleons now. He knew that Fred and George planned to open a joke shop with Albert, and how many Galleons could be in the twin brothers' pockets, even Ron could count them with his fingers.

It takes a lot of money to open a store, and the family is destined to be unable to help them, so where does the money come from?

Albert pays himself

But where did he get so much money?

Home provided

Even if his family has money, he will not be allowed to spend freely.

Also, it's not uncommon for Ron to see Fred and George inventing during the summer, but their pockets are still full of Galleons.

Although there is no evidence, Ron suspects that funding for the twins' research may have come from Albert.

As absurd as this may seem, it is possible.

After all, Albert is willing to give out a dozen Galleons every year as a prize for the champion of the wizard chess tournament.

Could it be that his family is really rich?

Be aware that even Draco Malfoy has a limited number of Galleons that he can use.

Alas, how enviable!

"I'm going to the library, will you go together?" Hermione stopped at the corner and asked Harry and Ron if they wanted to go to the library together.

"Didn't your homework be done long ago?" Ron didn't understand what Hermione was doing in the library.

"Well, the homework is done. However, I am going to take Ancient Rune as an elective next semester. Albert suggested that I familiarize myself with this subject so that I can better grasp this subject next semester."

"Sounds hard," Harry said.

"Fred, George, and Charlie didn't take Ancient Rune, they said it was difficult to really master." Ron had decided to give up Ancient Rune in third grade.

"You may not know that Albert is an expert in ancient runes." Hermione shared what she had inquired with Harry and Ron, "Last time, I heard several senior students say that Ai Burt published books with others."

"Book?" Harry was taken aback.

"Yeah, I have to go, so I don't lose my seat." After saying goodbye to Harry, Hermione walked towards the library alone.

"That guy is a winner in life. What did he spend so many Galleons buying Flux for?" Ron looked at Hermione's back and said in a sour tone, "Is it possible to avoid being attacked?"

Harry didn't pay attention to what Ron said, and was caught by Filch's curse.

At this moment, Mr. Manager is yelling at the standing water in the hallway.

Ron looked at Filch's leaving back and said gloatingly, "Looks like Filch is in trouble!"

Since Mrs. Norris was attacked, Filch has often been guarding the neighborhood, and students passing by here are often troubled by Mr. Manager for various reasons.

Harry and Ron knew the reason for Filch's rage as they passed by.

A large pool of water seeped under the door of the girls' bathroom, flooding most of the corridor, and when approached, I could hear the cry of Myrtle echoing in the bathroom.

"What's the matter with her?" Ron wanted to take a detour. If he had to go straight, he would probably have to get his boots and robes wet.

"I don't know, go and have a look."

Harry reached for his robe and stepped on the standing water to the door with the "malfunction" sign. As usual, the two turned a blind eye to the sign and the girls' bathroom, opened the door and walked in.

If it were anyone else, they would have been scared away by the loud, shrill cries.

"What's the matter?" Harry said miserably, looking at Myrtle who was sitting on the toilet and crying ~IndoMTL.com~ Myrtle: "I was here thinking about how I died, and suddenly someone came to me Throw something on your head."

"I don't remember ghosts feeling pain at all," said Ron suddenly. "Even if someone threw something at you, it would go right through you."

Harry feels about to suffer.

The next moment, a stream of water spewed from the toilet, splashing Harry and Ron.

Myrtle put her hands on her hips, glared at Harry and Ron, and screamed, "Everyone, come and hit Myrtle with things because she can't feel it! Ten in the stomach, and in the head. Fifty points!"

"Who hit you with something?" Harry took a few steps back and quickly changed the subject.

"I don't know..." Myrtle said, glaring at them. "It's there."

Harry and Ron looked in the direction Myrtle pointed, and saw a small, thin black-bound book lying on the ground, soaked with water.

When Harry picked up the book from the floor, he saw that it was a diary, and the faded date on the cover indicated that it was fifty years old.

Harry was about to open it when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Albert appeared at the bathroom door, looked at the two people inside, frowned slightly and reminded, "I saw Filch just now, he was coming this way with a mop , if he knows you've entered the girls' bathroom, he'll be happy to find an excuse to lock you up and let other people know about it.

Harry hurried away with his notebook in hand, completely unaware of the gleam behind Albert's glasses.