Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 724: Anderson’s lie

  Chapter 725 Anderson Lies

  The two had a candlelit dinner in the Room of Requirement, and they were tired of exchanging feelings together, completely unaware that the outside world had gone crazy for them.

  Professor McGonagall laughed from ear to ear after Headmaster Dumbledore announced the good news that Albert had won the Magic School Potions Championship for Hogwarts during dinner. , but somehow, the smile on Professor Snape's face seemed a little forced.

   Honestly, a lot of people were at a loss and didn't even know what the Potions Tournament was.

   This matter came to everyone's attention after Professor McGonagall revealed that it was a potions contest that all wizarding schools around the world would participate in.

   After all, that is the genius who defeated all magic schools and finally won the championship. The gold content is too high, which basically means that Albert Anderson is the best potion genius in all magic schools. A halo was placed on the top of the genius wizard's head.

  Many students wanted to meet Albert and hear him talk about the Potions Tournament, but he disappeared right after returning to school.

  Fred, George and Lee Jordan all complained that Albert didn't tell them the good news in the first place.

   At this moment, the three of them are gathering together, and they don't know what they are discussing.

   separated from Isobel, it was after ten o'clock in the evening.

  Albert is at the entrance of the Gryffindor common room when he encounters Nick, who is almost headless waiting for him.

  "Where have you been, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

  "Wait for me?"

  Albert looked at the ghost in front of him and asked suspiciously, "Is there anything you can do with me, Sir Nick?"

  "I heard that, you got another championship trophy!" Nick said excitedly: "Oh, by the way, Percy Weasley asked me to wait for you here and tell you the password."

   "No, it's not a championship trophy, it's a championship crucible." Albert corrected with a smile.

  "It's all the same."

  “What is the password?”

  "Mongrel."

   "That's not a very friendly password." Albert looked at the portrait of Sir Cadogan on his pony.

   "It's more interesting to keep the champion out." Sir Cadogan opened the door in disappointment, allowing Albert to enter the common room.

   "Thank you, Sir Nick, or I'll have to spend the night out of the hallway tonight." After expressing gratitude to Sir Nick, Albert walked towards the entrance of the open common room.

   As soon as he entered the common room, Albert felt himself being dragged in by countless hands, almost losing his balance and falling on his back.

  Screams, cheers, whistles and fireworks swish and bang immediately poured into his ears, making Albert feel his eardrums buzzing.

   In the common room, the fireworks made by Fred and George are constantly bursting with beautiful orange-red stars, and the scene is very beautiful and spectacular.

   "Where have you been?" Fred yelled.

   "Everyone is looking for you," George shouted.

  "We've got something to eat, Albert, come and have some—"

  "I'm not hungry, I just ate."

   But no one wanted to hear him say that a mug full of Butterbeer was shoved into Albert's hand, forcing him to drink another Butterbeer.

   Lee Jordan even dug up a Gryffindor House flag from somewhere and insisted on wrapping it around Albert like a cloak.

  The crowd was closing in on him, besieging Albert so he couldn't get out and was forced to take part in the hilarious celebration. Even more terrifying, these people keep yelling like no-brainer fans, everyone wondering how Albert won the Potions Championship.

  "Quiet, please be quiet!"

  Albert raised his finger to his throat and cast a loud voice spell on himself.

   His voice kept reverberating in the common room, causing everyone to cover their ears in agony, before the crazy group of guys completely stopped.

   "Well, if you want me to say something, at least keep quiet, or you won't hear me." After Albert finished speaking, all the students stared at him blankly , the voices in the common room gradually quieted down, and Nick, who was almost headless, was eavesdropping.

  Albert told what happened, how he was selected to participate in the Potions Championship, and where he went to participate in the competition.

   He took the Thestral carriage to France, and passed the door key to the magic garden.

   In the eyes of everyone, the Potions Championship is a boring competition. All schools are from all over the world, and there is no communication at all. The tournament team is very busy due to communication problems.

   Then, he briefly talked about the three-round knockout, and the boring brewing potion. The content was so unpretentious, boring and lethargic.

   Before the other students could react, Albert sneaked up the stairs leading to the dormitory, finally got rid of the crowd, and hurried upstairs back to the dormitory to rest.

   In the dormitory, Tom's eyes flashed in the darkness. After hearing the door open, he looked up in the direction of the door and yawned.

   After a while, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan came back, too, with loads of cookies, candy, cake, and butterbeer in their hands.

  "Where did you go before?"

   "Going to have a big dinner with Isobel, a celebration feast for house elves." Albert threw the Gryffindor flag to the corner.

   "The principal also prepared a celebration feast for you in private?" The three asked in unison.

  "You think too much, I asked the house-elves to help prepare."

   "I just said why you don't like the banquet we prepared for you." The three of them looked at Albert with resentment.

   "It's crazy, it feels like I'm looking at some rare animal." Albert reached for Tom and put it on his lap to stroke the cat.

   "Tell us the details, I don't believe the Potions Tournament can be so boring!" George changed the subject.

  "What I say is true."

   "Trust you, you must have saved a lot of interesting things." Fred bit a cookie and said very confidently.

  "Interesting thing?" Albert thought for a while and said, "The Potions Championship is jointly organized by the Magic Garden and the Extraordinary Apothecary Association. The president of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association is Bernard, and a certain French The player's name is Guy Bernard, who is said to be the grandson of the president, so it's not interesting."

   "Cheat, absolutely cheat."

   "That guy named Guy Bernard didn't beat you when he cheated." All three felt incredible.

   "Guy Bernard was attacked in the second round and had a lot of Aliott leaves in his mouth. He laughed so hard he couldn't compete and had to abstain." Able Te shrugged, "Finally, the furious President Bernard called a professional to deal with the attack, but after checking the wands of all the contestants, the murderer was still not found."

  "How did you do it?"

  "I was also attacked by Vagadu's students." Albert covered a yawn, "That guy is good at using wandless magic, many people think he attacked Guy Bernard, But the guy never admitted that he did it."

   "You brought two wands?" Lee Jordan guessed the reason right away, and they all knew that Albert had bought other wands on the second-hand market.

   "After strict inspection, you can only bring one pair. The clothes are all provided by the event team, and there are patrol members nearby." Albert's expression that you don't wrong me, be careful to sue you for slander.

  The trio still think it was Albert who attacked the hapless Guy Bernard, and this way of leaving no clue is too Albert-like.

  If Albert doesn't want to, it's hard to get hold of him.

   He didn't let the three continue to discuss the matter ~IndoMTL.com~ took a piece of parchment from his pocket and placed it on the table in an attempt to distract them.

  "What is this?"

   "The recipe for the last game." Albert reminded mysteriously: "It's all interesting potions."

  "I don't think these things are useful."

   After reading the formula on the parchment, the three of them looked at Albert suspiciously, not understanding what Albert meant. Ecstasy and vitality tonics are not uncommon, but they have never seen protective drugs. But all three were skeptical that the thing would work.

   "You don't understand, these things will definitely sell well in the future." Albert briefly described the effects of three improved potions.

   The dormitory fell into a brief silence.

   After listening to Albert's words, the three fell into self-doubt. They really couldn't see the purpose of these potions, but why did Albert say that these potions would be valuable in the future?

  Is this the difference between them and Albert?

   This guy always finds ways to make money from every angle.

  (end of this chapter)