Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 921: I was arrested

"I have to go Hagrid."

Albert took out his pocket watch from his robe pocket, checked the time, got up and said to Hagrid, who was plucking chicken feathers at the dining table, "See you next time."

"Don't stay for dinner?"

"No." Albert didn't want to fish out strange things from the dinner plate, "Don't be too serious about the previous things, those things are not worth your troubles."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Hagrid dropped the half-plucked rooster, looked up at Albert, who was about to leave, and said, "If I had listened to you and didn't talk nonsense, I would have These things won't happen.

"I've never expected anyone to listen carefully and consider it carefully." Albert stopped at the door of the hunting lodge, looked at Hagrid and said calmly, "Honestly, you'll poke me a little bit. No surprises, just like Potter does something every year."

"You guessed it long ago, didn't you? It's Maxim's cleverness, she said she had a big skeleton." Hagrid was a little bored about this.

"I thought you would call her Olim." Albert leaned over and rubbed the dog's head, "Don't worry too much about it. Trust me, you and Madame Maxime will soon have a relationship. Okay."

"Why?" Hagrid asked innocently.

"Because you both have a common language, as long as you don't act stupid, at least you can be friends." Albert greeted Hagrid and left.

During dinner, Hermione took the initiative to chat with him about the house-elf Twinkle. Albert wasn't interested in Hermione's suggestion at all.

After all, the next step is to send Barty Crouch Jr. away, and although he didn't do it, Albert wasn't big enough to adopt a house elf who might be hostile to him. .

"Hermione, some things are not as simple as you think." Albert looked at Hermione who was full of anticipation, shook his head and said, "Winky's problem can only be seen by herself, if she can't get past her heart Daokan, no matter how much other people help, it's useless."

"Is there really no way?"

"If Winky can't forget Crouch, she can only let time help her forget." Albert looked at Hermione, who was a little dejected and comforted: "There are very few things in this world that can be perfect, do what you can. That's good, not to mention that you're just a student now, and there's not much you can do."

"Oh, you're right." Hermione looked absent-minded.

"If I were you, I would pay attention to Potter's preparation progress. There is less than a month left before the second project." Albert reminded kindly, "If you can't do a good job before launching I'm afraid Potter will get into a lot of trouble."

He actually likes Hermione's kindness, but sometimes the powerless kindness is nothing but satisfying and comforting, and Hermione obviously doesn't understand this.

Albert didn't even plan to tell Hermione that it might be too cruel for her, since a lot of what she's doing now isn't helping house-elves at all.

"I think Hermione's proposal is a good one. If you can have a house-elf, it will be easier for us to open the shop." George said with a smile.

"I've hired Dobby." Albert peeled the citrus and said calmly, "Dobby will help you prepare three meals, clean up the store, and put out the goods."

"Dobby, seems to have heard the name somewhere."

"The Malfoy house-elf is free now," Albert explained.

"It's wonderful."

Both the Weasleys like to watch Malfoy fail.

"You actually paid for a house-elf?" Fred interjected.

"Dumbledore did the same."

"No, I'm actually more curious about how much you give a month." Fred wasn't too surprised, after all, it was Albert, so it wouldn't be surprising if he did something amazing.

"One galleon a week." Albert said to the twins while eating the citrus, "I'll deduct my share of the income then, I'm sure I won't be able to go to the store very often anyway."

"If you're going to live in a shop, it's probably going to cost you a lot of Galleons to rent."

"No, I'll help you figure it out, just live in the box." Albert said calmly, "If trouble comes to the door, Dobby will run away with the box as soon as possible, and your safety will be at your own risk. Be safe and not worry about being murdered in bed."

"That's a good idea," George muttered. "Even if the Ministry wanted to do a raid."

"I have all the posters of the store for you to think about."

Speaking, Albert took out his notebook, tore a page and handed it to them.

Fred and George leaned over and looked at a paragraph on the paper:

Why are you worried about You-Know-Who?

You should care

Constipation-

The feeling of constipation afflicts the Chinese!

youknowwho

unopoo (constipation kernel)

"Pfft."

Both of them couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Constipation Jen." They whispered softly, "I didn't expect you to be quite humorous."

Fred suddenly understood why Albert had arranged it that way.

"What are you laughing at?" Shanna asked suspiciously.

"Nothing."

Fred stuffed the note into his pocket.

"There must be some negotiating about doing something bad. Oh, yes, Professor Dumbledore asked me to give this to you." Lee Jordan came over and handed Albert a folded note.

Albert opened the note, looked at the contents, and put it away.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Albert rang the principal's office on time. After entering, he found that Moody was also here, and could not help but narrow his eyes slightly.

"Professor Dumbledore, what do you want from me?"

Albert restrained the expression on his face, ignoring Moody's scrutinizing eyes, and asked.

"I hope you can help me with the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Divination isn't everything." Albert politely declined.

Of course, if Dumbledore's favor was big enough, he wouldn't mind ripping off Barty Crouch Jr's vest on the spot.

"Try it."

Dumbledore handed over a notebook, and Albert glanced at the contents and found that it was a deformed notebook.

Moody watched the private deal with interest.

Albert hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to predict Peter's location.

As for Barty Jr., not yet. After this incident, Barty should not dare to act rashly, but... he still needs to take some risks.

Albert does want Dumbledore's Transfiguration Notes, though.

He took out his crystal ball, put his hand on it, a red, white and blue tricolor flag appeared on the crystal ball, followed by a tulip wood sign, and finally settled in a dimly lit house ~IndoMTL.com~ Peter is holding a... package.

"Peter Pettigrew is hiding in Holland..." Moody looked at Albert in surprise, the murderous look in his eyes flashing away.

"It seems that Peter helped Voldemort regain his body." Dumbledore said, looking at the package in Peter's arms, "This is really bad news."

"It's troublesome," said Professor Moody.

"Where's Barty Crouch Jr.?" Dumbledore glanced at Moody and asked Albert to proceed with the second prophecy.

"This, you don't expect..."

Albert touched the crystal ball, and a new surprise soon emerged on it, this time a stone sculpture of a winged boar, no doubt a reference to Hogwarts.

However, the next scene made Dumbledore and Moody silent.

In the crystal ball, two dementors are dragging a person.

Barty Crouch Jr. arrested by the Ministry of Magic?