Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 772: Exchange of feelings

  Chapter 773 Exchange Feelings

  At dusk, the shops on both sides of the main street of Hogsmeade Village were ready to close.

   Every day after sunset, dementors will patrol the streets. To avoid dealing with these dark creatures, closing the store early is the best option.

  Albert was walking alone on the deserted street. Just as he was about to head to the Three Broomsticks Tavern, there was a sudden apparition cracking in front of him, and Mog McDougall appeared out of nowhere without warning. He took out his pocket watch from his pocket, looked at the time, and raised his head to look at Albert who was walking towards him.

  "Just in time."

  Mogg smiled and reached out to Albert, and after the latter grabbed it, the two disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared.

  Albert opened his eyes again and found himself in a remote wilderness, with the sea's saltiness in the oncoming wind.

  Mog led the way, introducing the situation to Albert.

   They are on a remote seaside somewhere in the south of Wales, where there is a manor where this year's Easter party will be held.

   As soon as the two of them walked to the edge of a cliff, Albert could clearly feel that there was something ahead, and the traces left by the spell casting were obvious.

  "We're here."

  Mogg raised his wand and whispered a spell, the air in front of him distorted, and a fictional iron door like a fog appeared out of thin air.

   After the two entered, the entrance disappeared.

   "We have many similar manors, and many of these manors are the inheritance left by other heirs." Mog introduced to Albert, "The manor assigned to you is also one of them. These houses were originally for us to live in. Yes, but not everyone is willing to live in such a place. After all, the heirs are not short of money. Later, those manors were protected by magic and used for temporary gatherings, emergency shelters, or as Floo powder factories."

   "Master, Mr. Bud and Mr. Gerber have arrived, only Mr. Tiberius is still in the future." The house-elf bowed slightly to Mogg, "The banquet can start at any time."

   "Just start as scheduled." When Mog brought Albert into the hall, Bud and Gerber were eating and chatting.

   After seeing them coming in, he smiled gently at the two of them. Bud also recommended to Albert a dessert that tasted soft, a bit like pudding. It was said to be some kind of magic dessert that could be used keep the mood happy.

  Albert suspects that there is a euphoria in the thing. However, it tastes good and tastes a bit like a custard.

  "Good evening, I hope I'm not late."

  Tiberius Ogden appeared in the hall at the start of the banquet and greeted several people in the seats with a smile.

   "You're always so on time, well, everyone is here, let's start the dinner!" Mog took the lead in raising the champagne and said, "First of all, we should congratulate our champion Mr. Albert and congratulate Albert for his magic Winner of the School Potions Tournament."

   "You probably don't know, the stubborn old guys in Wizengamoor almost got their noses crooked when they heard the news." Tiberius happily raised it towards Albert Blackjack said, "Those bad-hearted guys would rather you lose than see you win."

  "I heard similar news."

  Gerber Smith raised his glass to Albert and said, "They're not happy, but they have to hold back. Who told you to win back the Potions Championship for Great Britain!"

   "How do you feel about winning the second international championship?" Bud asked with a smile and raised his glass.

   "It's a bad game, it's never a fair competition, everyone is cheating." Albert took a sip of champagne and shook his head in disappointment: "The so-called golden cauldron is not a cauldron made of gold, It's a gold-plated product, and I originally wanted to experience what it's like to use a gold crucible to boil medicine."

   "It's normal to be disappointed. In fact, a long time ago, the gold cauldron was really made of gold." Gerber recalls: "Then, at some point, the gold cauldron became a gold-plated cauldron."

   "About 200 years ago, the organizer of that event claimed that the funds were not enough. In fact, someone embezzled a lot of money, and in the end they could only get a gold-plated crucible for the champion. Since that time, the symbol of the championship trophy has been The golden cauldrons were all turned into gilded cauldrons. Later, when someone finally stopped watching, they gave the champion a bag of gold coins as a reward for winning the championship." Tiberius said disgustedly: "Since that time the golden cauldron was replaced by With the Gilded Crucible, the Potions Tournament has no glory to speak of, and probably after the Gilded Crucible incident, the Potions Tournament gradually evolved into what it is now."

   "I didn't expect such a history to exist." Albert felt that he had learned a lot today.

  "A little disappointed?"

  "After all, even if the golden cauldron is restored, it is only a thankless task." Albert said he could understand, "Also, the golden cauldron is more of a symbol."

   "No, the original meaning of the golden crucible is actually to allow the winners to exchange the crucible for money when necessary, so as not to be impoverished." Tiberius said, "After all, I want a A good pharmacist concentrates on researching potions, at least he has to ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing, so that the other party can focus on potion research."

   "By the way, is the title of the Wizengamore British youth representative stuck like this?" Mog suddenly remembered something and reminded: "I remember that Albert will become an adult at the end of October this year, and when he becomes an adult , the Ministry of Magic is justified in revoking his title as the Wizengamore British Youth Representative."

   "It's just a broken title, they don't want to give it." Albert slowly ate his plate of grilled prawns, paying no attention to the so-called "Title of the Wizengamore British Youth Representative".

   "They will." Tiberius comforted: "Also, Albert probably doesn't lack that title."

   Few really cared about that title, mainly because there were enough of Albert's titles.

   Even if they don't want to give it, they will still have to give it in the future. Now is no longer the era when pure-bloodism dominates the sky.

  Abraxas Malfoy being killed with dragonpox is a prime example.

   "I still remember that you seem to have a Werewolf Restoration Spell. How is the spell now? Have you tested the effect of the spell on a werewolf?"

   "I haven't used it on a werewolf yet. I don't know what the effect is." Albert did not hide it, and continued, "You should also know that I basically have no chance to try this spell."

   "We have to try the effect on a werewolf." Mog said without hesitation, "A Merlin Medal is worth more than the title of the British Youth Representative at Wizengamore, even Dumbledore couldn't. Received the Order of Merlin during school."

   "The Restoration Charm is a very difficult shape-shifting magic." Bard said to everyone: "I think the first success of this spell should be done by Albert."

  "I don't mind these things." Albert ate his lobster, expressing that he didn't care about these false names at all, "Also, werewolves are dangerous."

   "Yes, the werewolf is very dangerous, but we can let him take the wolf poison potion in advance, and put him in a solid cage to ensure that he does not have any threat after he transforms." Bud suddenly asked, "I remember Your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor seems to be Remus John Lupin?"

   "Yes, it's Professor Lupin." Albert guessed what they were thinking, frowned and said, "It's not a good idea for you to want me to try on him."

   "No, we can wait until Lupin resigns from Hogwarts before inviting him to the test, and he'll say yes. You probably don't know that last June, Dolores Umbridge Drafted an anti werewolf law, making it almost impossible for a werewolf to find a job, and he must be in need of a lot of money. And, if the test is successful, there will be countless werewolves who will benefit from it, and people are facing It's also safer as a werewolf."

   "Like what that pink toad would do." Albert had a bad impression of Dolores Umbridge, and he never forgot that one of his quest rewards would deduct Dolo Reis Umbridge favorability.

   "Toad? That's a very apt description." Tiberius took a sip of red wine gracefully and commented with a smile: "She's a hypocritical and vicious woman, and it's always right to stay away from her."

   "As you probably don't know, Umbridge is always claiming at the Ministry of Magic that her late father was a brilliant Wizengamore." Gerber seemed to want to laugh when he said this. "But in reality, Umbridge's father was Orford Umbridge, who worked in the Department of Magical Repairs, and his mother was a Muggle named Alan. Later, she persuaded Orford Umri Qi retired early and gave him a small sum of money to make sure he disappeared silently from the Ministry of Magic so she wouldn't be embarrassed. And then Umbridge started making up a pretty good story for himself."

   "You guys have investigated very clearly?" Albert was very surprised.

   "Of course it's clear that there are people at the Ministry of Magic who need attention, we've been keeping an eye on them so we can stay away from them, by the way, your Wizengamore UK youth representative is stuck, and there's this too Guy's sake."

   "By the way, there is a Barnabus Finkley excellent spell casting competition this summer, do you want to participate?" Gerber said suddenly.

   "I don't know much about that prize." This topic jumped almost to make Albert unable to react.

   "It doesn't matter, I'll let Bud explain it to you in detail at that time. I dare say that you will be able to win easily." Tiberius suggested: "If I were you, I would give those awards before graduation. Scan it all, and graduate from Hogwarts with countless halos. When you graduate from school, whatever job you want will be smooth."

   "Speaking of competitions, I heard that the Ministry of Magic is trying to revive the Triwizard Tournament." Bud interjected, "Maybe, next semester, you can also win the Triwizard Tournament by the way."

  "I've heard about this competition, and it seems to be banned because it's often dead."

  Albert of course knew that the Triwizard Tournament would be held next semester, and he had already planned to participate in the competition, so as to trigger the task and get a lot of experience rewards. "

   "Yeah, it's really a bit dangerous," Bud said. "If you want, I'll sign you up for the Barnabus Finkley Excellent Spellcasting contest. When that's over, I'll be back. Stop by to watch this year's Quidditch World Cup final."

   "Who else is going to the Quidditch World Cup?" asked Tiberius Ogden, looking around.

   "I need three, how many does Albert want?" Mog asked sideways.

   "About four?" Albert said uncertainly.

   "That's fine, then you go to the Quidditch final with them." Mogg nodded.

  "I'll let the owl take it to you." Tiberius suddenly asked: "When do you and Isobel plan to get married, and then I can be a witness for you."

   "Haha, it's too late, Tiberius." Bud said this with a particularly unscrupulous smile.

  "Bud, I'm older than you and I'm more suitable to be a witness." Tiberius reminded

  "You see I'm useless, their witness is not me."

   "Gerber, shouldn't it be you?" Tiberius asked suspiciously, he actually knew that Gerber wanted this position more.

  "No." Gerber shook his head and said, "I only heard about this now."

   He never wanted to have that **** relationship with Albert, it would make their relationship worse.

   They both carry the Wildsmith surname now anyway, which is enough for Gerber.

   "Could it be Sierra Harris?" McGonagall asked suspiciously. "Could it be Dumbledore?"

   "You sure can't guess, do you want my husband to answer?" Bud actually wanted to be a witness, but later found out that someone had already taken the lead, and was depressed for a while.

   Now, it's everyone else's turn to be depressed.

  Everyone no longer gave Bud the chance to hang up their appetites, and looked directly at Albert.

   "It's Mr. Nicole." Albert announced the answer: "He's my teacher."

  Albert told them about going to Nico's house last year.

   "It seems that Nico is really optimistic about you. He has everything ready for you."

   The banquet lasted until the evening, and most of the time was spent talking about various trivial matters and enhancing everyone's feelings.

   By the time Albert returned to Hogwarts Castle, it was approaching the eleven o'clock curfew.

   When he returned to the Gryffindor common room with a box full of desserts, there were hardly any other students.

  “How hard is the Easter holiday?”

   "Where have you been?" Hermione smelled a faint smell of alcohol from Albert, "Drinking?"

   "Going to the banquet, by the way, this is for you." Albert took out a sweet treat from the box and placed it in front of Hermione.

When    came back, I took a lot. Apart from the one that the house-elf gave to Isobel just now, there were still five in the box, enough for others to share.

   "What's this, pudding?" Hermione looked curiously at the pudding-like dessert in front of her.

   "I don't know, it's said to be a magic dessert that can make people feel good." After Albert finished speaking, he was ready to go back to the dormitory to share the dessert in the box with Fred, George and Lee Jordan.

  (end of this chapter)