Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 840: Peter: I’m so hard

Hmph, women, sometimes they are troublesome, especially the more beautiful women are, the more troublesome they are. When several beautiful women get together, it is even more troublesome.

Most of the time, they don't even do serious business, but like to compare who is more beautiful.

Since Valeria and Catherine came, the surrounding atmosphere was very wrong. Albert pulled Nia out of the wooden house immediately, sat back on the armchair of the tent, and slowly flipped through his hands. The Daily Prophet.

"It seems that being too popular is also a troubling thing!" Nia gloated a little, and it was very interesting that she rarely saw Albert when he was so embarrassed.

"Yeah, so you don't have to make fun of me." Albert continued to flip through the newspaper in his hand. The news in the last few days was related to the Quidditch World Cup.

"Is there really no problem?" Nia fiddled with the rough bracelet on her hand, and suddenly asked, "Is it really not going to cause you trouble?"

"As long as you are obedient and don't run around, there will be no problem." Albert softly reassured: "Remember to sleep at noon, so as not to feel sleepy at night. Although most Quidditch matches will be played within a few hours. end, or even shorter, but exceptions are sometimes encountered."

Nia has some knowledge of Quidditch matches, and has also read "The Origin of Quidditch", and has a better understanding of the rules of Quidditch. In Nia's view, the popularity of Quidditch is likely to be related to the low level of entertainment in the wizarding world.

Of course, it may also be related to the excitement of this kind of competition, just like racing.

"Have you told those two beauties about your engagement?" Nia began to gossip about her brother's relationship issues. In fact, Nia couldn't quite understand that Isobel was able to speak to Valeria and Catherine calmly.

To be honest, Nia still admires Isobel, at least it's hard for her to do that.

Especially in front of beautiful women who might want to steal her boyfriend, and Nia also wonders if Isobel's sister is secretly liking Albert.

"This kind of thing, Isobel will handle it herself."

Albert put down the newspaper, looked at his sister who was gossipy, and sighed. Why do women like gossip news?

He remembered that Nia didn't really like him interacting with other women before?

My sister is also growing up.

"Sounds like a scumbag." Nia raised her eyebrows, "You should make it clear to them."

"I said it." Albert protested, "Also, I also consciously kept my distance from them."

"I have a friend who fell in love with a handsome and rich guy the year before, and later slept with him," Nia recalled, "Now, she shares a boyfriend with another beautiful girl. "

"That man sounds like a public toilet." Albert couldn't help teasing, "By the way, your friend didn't dump him?"

"No, that boy's personality and character are actually good, but he doesn't know how to reject others."

At this moment, an owl flew in from outside the tent and landed in front of the two of them. Albert didn't understand, why would an owl come here to deliver a letter to him?

It was a small owl, with a note under its feet, twittering non-stop.

Albert took off the note, unfolded it and read the contents:

Dear Albert:

I heard that you have arrived at the Quidditch World Cup camp, so I can't wait to write you this letter, hoping to meet you, I want to ask you to help me make a prophecy about Peter Pettigrew , I want to know if that guy is still alive, and if so, where is that guy hiding now.

Also, I will visit you before 10 o'clock, I hope it will not disturb you.

Sirius Black.

"What's wrong with that letter?" Nia asked curiously, noticing the strange expression on Albert's face.

"Nothing, someone wants me to do divination for him. Then again, how did they know I'm here." Albert muttered softly. He took out a quill from his pocket, wrote "see you later" on the back of the note, let the owl fly away with the note, took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and continued to read the newspaper.

Sirius Black came earlier than expected, shortly after the owl flew away, and he was not alone, with a group of people around him: Harry, Ron and Hewlett-Packard. Min trio, plus Professor Lupin.

"Sorry for disturbing you." Sirius said to Albert, "By the way, this tent is not your style."

"It's pretty rudimentary here," Ron muttered softly. Sirius' tent was gorgeous, even better than Ron's.

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Hermione next to him gave him a stern look.

"Why are you alone? I thought you'd come with Isobel to watch the Quidditch World Cup?" Hermione naturally noticed the wooden sign outside. The name on it was McDoug, not Anderson.

"Isobel is entertaining friends." Albert motioned for Sirius Black to sit across from him, and then waved his hand, as if driving away mosquitoes to keep others away temporarily.

"Dobby?"

Harry looked in disbelief at the house-elf who brought them tea and water: "Are you hired by Anderson now?"

"Sorry sir, my name is not Dobby, and you must be mistaken, I was not hired by the master," said the house-elf sharply.

"I'm sorry," Harry said to the elf, "I take you for someone I used to know."

"It's okay sir." The house-elf turned and left.

"Your house elf?" Sirius Black looked at the house elf and asked curiously, "Are you really a Muggle wizard?"

"Of course I'm a Muggle wizard." Albert diverted the subject: "You want to know if Peter is still alive, and if he is, where is he now?"

"Yes."

Sirius puts a small bag of Galleons in front of Albert.

Albert did not look at Garen, but focused his attention on the crystal ball in front of him. The white mist in the crystal ball gradually dissipated, and some figures were reflected on the surface of the water.

That person is Peter Pettigrew.

"It seems that Peter Pettigrew is still alive and doing well."

"But the Daily Prophet reported that Peter had died in Azkaban Prison. It is said that officials from the Ministry of Magic went to confirm the body." Lupin said suddenly.

"Of course the corpse can be fake." Albert said to Sirius: "It seems that you didn't give up killing him yourself?"

"Yes." Sirius made no secret of this. "The dead should lie in the coffin, instead of running around like they are now."

"I agree with you."

Albert turned his gaze back to the crystal ball, which was a very hidden room. Albert raised his hand and touched the crystal ball lightly, and the picture above disappeared again, replaced by a forest, and then a double eagle flag.

Sirius Black stared at the changes in the crystal ball, raised his head to look at Albert again, and waited for the other party's explanation.

"Flag of double eagles, Austria, Montenegro, Armenia? However, I think this should refer to Albania, the Albanian forest, which should refer to Peter going to the Albanian forest to find the mysterious man."

"I had a dream that Peter and Voldemort murdered someone." Harry, who had been eavesdropping, suddenly interjected.

"Oh, tell me you had a dream?" Albert looked at Harry curiously.

Harry briefly recounted what happened in the dream.

"It's an incredible ability. I haven't heard of similar precognitive dreams, but I can't rule out the possibility." Albert said to Harry: "As far as I know, you have never shown any The ability related to prophecy, so I think it should not be a precognition dream, but there may be some connection between you and the mysterious man, Albert pointed to Harry's scar, "Although it feels a bit incredible, the mysterious man has become It's incredible that it didn't kill it completely like that, and I can't help you, but I suggest you go to Dumbledore, he is the expert on this. "

"Okay, let's continue talking about Peter, it's really bad news that guy isn't dead." Albert smiled at Sirius: "Since you plan to contribute to the British wizarding world, I don't mind either. Help, Peter is still alive and has escaped from Azkaban, it's disturbing."

Speaking, Albert touched the crystal ball again, and the picture spun again, turning into a big desolate house, and then the picture turned into a person.

"Do you know this guy?" Albert pointed to the person in the crystal ball.

"It looks familiar, but I can't remember it for a while." Sirius said with a frown.

The picture in the crystal ball finally turned into a desolate cemetery, and the picture was finally frozen in front of a tombstone.

It's just that the surroundings are too dark to see whose gravestone it is.

"They may go back to England, after all, you may know the man." Albert analyzed: "Peter Pettigrew's foothold may be the dilapidated house, and then Peter will contact the man just now, and finally The cemetery that will actually be converted into normal income should refer to the place where Peter Pettigrew will appear."

"No?" Harry's eyes widened?

"That's what the prophecy looks like." Albert cast a glance at Harry and said to Sirius, "If you want to find clues, you'd better think about who the man in the crystal ball is, and, If you want to find Peter Pettigrew, I can give you a little gadget so you can have a good chat with him."

Hermione thought it was absurd, not expecting anyone to be talking about a plan to murder someone here.

"Do you have a grudge against Peter Pettigrew?" Hermione never thought that Albert had such a side.

"Having a grudge doesn't count, but Peter definitely has a grudge against me." Albert smiled.

"He has a grudge against you?" Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.

Both Harry and Ron were a little confused, apparently not paying attention to what they were talking about.

"Peter was sent to Azkaban Prison by Albert." The expression on Lupin's face was very complicated, and he didn't know whether to support Sirius in killing his old friend.

"I'm not afraid of Peter's revenge, but I never believe in the integrity of the dark wizard, and I don't want my family to be hurt by it." Albert took out a wooden box from the deformed lizard skin bag, opened it and put it inside. With all kinds of medicines, he picked up a golden pill and put it in a small bottle and handed it to Black.

"After you find Peter, eat it, this stuff will give you some help." Albert said mysteriously.

"What is this thing?" Blake looked curiously at the golden pills in the bottle

"Felicity, it can last about half an hour, I think it's enough time." Albert said lightly.

"Give me some more, and I can pay for it." Sirius felt that he might have had more luck finding Peter.

"What is Flux?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Lucky potion, a potion that can bring good luck to people!" Hermione couldn't help but ask: "You can make a fortune potion? It is said that this potion is very difficult."

"Does it really bring good luck?" Ron felt that he needed some Flux to change his bad luck.

"It was a gift from an old friend." Albert explained with a smile: "The Flux doesn't bring true luck, but it does work sometimes, especially in critical situations. Sometimes, there will be unexpected effects."

"I'll kill that guy as soon as possible." Sirius Black stuffed the bottle back into his pocket~IndoMTL.com~, seeming to remember something, and said, "I heard you plan to drive with the Weasley brothers. A joke shop?"

"Yes, there is indeed such a thing." Albert nodded and admitted.

"Lupin and I are also planning to open a store. We thought about your proposal last time, and we didn't think it was appropriate." Black was a little embarrassed to talk about it, but he still followed Harry's advice. , ask Albert's opinion, maybe you can get unexpected results, this guy is more powerful than expected.

"What are you and Professor Lupin good at?" Albert suddenly asked: "Opening a store is not easy, at least you have to lose money, otherwise the store will not be able to open. If you have nothing to do, I suggest you Write this memoir, Professor Lupin can also write it, and write your story into a story, and then you can take this time to think carefully about what stores to open, and then spend some time doing research.”

The two looked at each other, Albert's proposal was good, but it was difficult to get them to write books in peace. At the very least, Sirius had a hard time getting down and writing books.

"If it were you, what store would you choose to open?" Sirius asked Albert.

"Run a magazine, Defence Against the Dark Arts magazine." Albert said without hesitation, "There is no Defence Against the Dark Arts magazine in the British wizarding world, and most wizards and students are relatively weak in Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"That's a good idea." Sirius and Lupin looked at each other, intending to study this further.

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