Chapter 121： See clearly
Gryffindor is still immersed in the joy of defeating the Hufflepuff team. As long as they beat Ravenclaw again, Gryffindor may win the Quidditch trophy.
At present, the probability of Gryffindor winning is very high. As long as Slytherin defeats Ravenclaw, or they can defeat Ravenclaw, the trophy will eventually belong to Gryffindor.
At breakfast, Charlie sat across from Albert, studying his Quidditch tactics. Fortunately, Charlie had already finished breakfast and left, otherwise none of Albert would know how long they would listen to him nagging.
After eating the sausage on the plate, Albert said to Lee Jordan next to him: "Next time, at breakfast, stay away from Charlie. These Quidditch captains are going crazy. It's terrible."
"What are you talking about..." Lee Jordan replied smoothly, and then the fruit in front of him began to emit thick black smoke.
"Ahem, what the **** are you doing!" Albert was choked with a dry cough due to the heavy smoke. He stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose and looked in the direction of the black smoke. He thought there was a fire, but found the smoke. It came out of the fruit at Lee Jordan's table.
"I just...cough cough." Li Qiaodan was choked and coughed again and again, and the black face was smoked even darker.
The fruit was still smoking black, and Lee Jordan had to use an empty bowl to buckle on the table and cover the smoking fruit inside, but black smoke would still overflow from under the bowl.
"Wow, so thick black smoke, what did you do?" George opened the inverted bowl lid, and the black smoke burst out suddenly, attracting the attention of a bunch of people.
"I just want to try whether the bitten fruits can be restored." Li Qiaodan scratched his head awkwardly. "As a result, it became like this when I was accidentally distracted just now."
"Can you get rid of the smoke?" Lee Jordan cast a look at Albert for help.
"The curse stops immediately." Albert took out his wand and tapped the fruit that was still smoking with the tip of the wand, using a general anti-curse on it.
The fruit no longer emits black smoke, but it has become scorched all over, as if it was burned into a charcoal by the fire.
"What spell did you use just now," Albert took a fork and poked the fruit, which quickly turned into a pile of charred gray carbon.
"I don't know either." Li Qiaodan was still confused.
"By the way, what spell are you just practicing?" George asked, picking up some ashes, rubbing the tips of his fingers.
"Repair curse." Lee Jordan confessed honestly.
"You can tear up a newspaper to practice." Albert saw for the first time someone using a fruit to practice a repair spell.
Suddenly he remembered that he hadn't read the newspaper today, and he asked, "Who of you sees my Daily Prophet?"
"Here I am." Fred passed the headline of the Daily Prophet to Albert, who is now reading the Quidditch column.
"What's the front page news?" Albert took the newspaper and opened it.
"I just finished reading the front page. Cornelius Fudge became the Minister of Magic," Fred said. "It is said that this new minister always sends a bunch of owls to Dumbledore every morning to discuss the Ministry of Magic with him. Thing."
Albert opened the Daily Prophet, glanced at the front page news, and suddenly said: "He is a very smart guy."
"Why do you say that." George was puzzled.
"In the beginning, Fudge might not have much confidence in his own abilities." Albert said without hesitation, "and Dumbledore's voice is higher than others. Fudge wants everyone to know that his decision is related to Dumbledore."
"This can reduce the prejudice in the magical world, allow him time to slowly adapt to the position of minister, and let everyone see that he is working hard to be the minister. In fact, Fudge's reputation after coming to power is not bad."
"In a few years, Fudge will become more and more confident. This is a process. No one can be the Minister of Magic right from the beginning."
"It makes sense." Fred nodded in praise.
Later, Albert knew what the **** was Cornelius Fudge.
Albert's evaluation of Fudge is: He was fascinated by Quan Cai.
The four-year electoral system is actually quite reasonable.
If Fudge is conscientiously working as Minister of Magic for four years and then steps down and replaces him, Albert believes that Fudge is absolutely praiseworthy at the Ministry of Magic. Even if he is not Minister of Magic, he can still be a good errand.
It is a pity that the Minister of Magic, except for not wanting to do it himself, or being ousted from office, is basically a lifelong system.
"Mouse becomes a snuff box, have you mastered it?" Shanna interrupted abruptly: "I heard that this question will be baked in the deformation test."
"Four months before the final exam." Fred folded the newspaper and glanced at Shanna. "Don't make a fuss, we still have a long time."
"I heard that if you do poorly in the exam, you will be relegated to the school!" Shanna warned.
"I have never heard of anyone who has been repetitive." Fred shook his head and said: "As long as you think about it before the exam, you will never be repetitive."
"Really someone was relegated?" George was interested in this topic.
"Who?" Lee Jordan was also curious.
"should not."
Albert frowned slightly. He remembered that a Slytherin student had been repetitive, but he didn't want to go into it at all as long as he didn't be repetitive. "
"I really envy Albert, this guy will definitely get a high score in any test." Lee Jordan said bitterly, he hadn't mastered how to turn a mouse into a snuff box.
"I really envy Albert, this guy will definitely get a high score in any test." The Weasley brothers repeated in unison.
"Shut up and **** off," Albert scolded.
"Ahem." Someone coughed, please.
Albert turned to look at the person who came and asked, "Something?"
"The next event will be at 3:30 next Saturday afternoon. Don't remember the time wrongly." Isabel reminded.
"Why did the time suddenly change?" Albert asked suspiciously.
"The new issue of "Transfiguration Today" will be on sale this weekend, and Professor McGonagall is going to take the inside...
…Anyway, just don’t remember the time wrong. "
"Oh, I see." Albert headed.
"How is Professor McGonagall's club?" Shanna asked curiously.
"It's difficult." Albert thought for a while and said, "It's all some extended knowledge. Professor McGonagall also encourages us to write to experts in this field and keep friendly contacts."
"Did you write?" Lee Jordan asked.
"Don't ask." George said suddenly.
"Why?" Several people were puzzled.
"I don't want to..." George was interrupted by Albert before he could finish.
"Don't worry, you can't hear, no one will reply to me." Albert said calmly.
"Not really."
"Who do you expect to value letters from first-year students?"
"Are you not angry? Don't care?"
"Don't mind." Albert said calmly, "When I become the winner of the "Transfiguration Today" Most Promising Newcomer Award, they will reply to me."
"You can see clearly."
"You haven't... left?" Albert turned his head and saw Isobel sitting behind him, suddenly speechless.
"Go, there are two herbal medicine classes in the morning, don't be late." George stood up and reminded.
The four stood on the way to the greenhouse looking at the heavy rain outside and asked, "Have you brought umbrellas?"
"Did not bring."
Several people looked at Albert.
"I have mastered the summoning technique, so it doesn't matter if I don't bring an umbrella." Albert took out his wand and waved it. The tip of the wand instantly turned into an umbrella.
"Then what should we do?" Fred asked.
"Go over under the rain." Albert walked to the greenhouse under an umbrella.
After the three of George looked at each other, Qi Qi ran towards Albert, and the four of them crowded together towards the greenhouse under an umbrella.
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At present, the probability of Gryffindor winning is very high. As long as Slytherin defeats Ravenclaw, or they can defeat Ravenclaw, the trophy will eventually belong to Gryffindor.
At breakfast, Charlie sat across from Albert, studying his Quidditch tactics. Fortunately, Charlie had already finished breakfast and left, otherwise none of Albert would know how long they would listen to him nagging.
After eating the sausage on the plate, Albert said to Lee Jordan next to him: "Next time, at breakfast, stay away from Charlie. These Quidditch captains are going crazy. It's terrible."
"What are you talking about..." Lee Jordan replied smoothly, and then the fruit in front of him began to emit thick black smoke.
"Ahem, what the **** are you doing!" Albert was choked with a dry cough due to the heavy smoke. He stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose and looked in the direction of the black smoke. He thought there was a fire, but found the smoke. It came out of the fruit at Lee Jordan's table.
"I just...cough cough." Li Qiaodan was choked and coughed again and again, and the black face was smoked even darker.
The fruit was still smoking black, and Lee Jordan had to use an empty bowl to buckle on the table and cover the smoking fruit inside, but black smoke would still overflow from under the bowl.
"Wow, so thick black smoke, what did you do?" George opened the inverted bowl lid, and the black smoke burst out suddenly, attracting the attention of a bunch of people.
"I just want to try whether the bitten fruits can be restored." Li Qiaodan scratched his head awkwardly. "As a result, it became like this when I was accidentally distracted just now."
"Can you get rid of the smoke?" Lee Jordan cast a look at Albert for help.
"The curse stops immediately." Albert took out his wand and tapped the fruit that was still smoking with the tip of the wand, using a general anti-curse on it.
The fruit no longer emits black smoke, but it has become scorched all over, as if it was burned into a charcoal by the fire.
"What spell did you use just now," Albert took a fork and poked the fruit, which quickly turned into a pile of charred gray carbon.
"I don't know either." Li Qiaodan was still confused.
"By the way, what spell are you just practicing?" George asked, picking up some ashes, rubbing the tips of his fingers.
"Repair curse." Lee Jordan confessed honestly.
"You can tear up a newspaper to practice." Albert saw for the first time someone using a fruit to practice a repair spell.
Suddenly he remembered that he hadn't read the newspaper today, and he asked, "Who of you sees my Daily Prophet?"
"Here I am." Fred passed the headline of the Daily Prophet to Albert, who is now reading the Quidditch column.
"What's the front page news?" Albert took the newspaper and opened it.
"I just finished reading the front page. Cornelius Fudge became the Minister of Magic," Fred said. "It is said that this new minister always sends a bunch of owls to Dumbledore every morning to discuss the Ministry of Magic with him. Thing."
Albert opened the Daily Prophet, glanced at the front page news, and suddenly said: "He is a very smart guy."
"Why do you say that." George was puzzled.
"In the beginning, Fudge might not have much confidence in his own abilities." Albert said without hesitation, "and Dumbledore's voice is higher than others. Fudge wants everyone to know that his decision is related to Dumbledore."
"This can reduce the prejudice in the magical world, allow him time to slowly adapt to the position of minister, and let everyone see that he is working hard to be the minister. In fact, Fudge's reputation after coming to power is not bad."
"In a few years, Fudge will become more and more confident. This is a process. No one can be the Minister of Magic right from the beginning."
"It makes sense." Fred nodded in praise.
Later, Albert knew what the **** was Cornelius Fudge.
Albert's evaluation of Fudge is: He was fascinated by Quan Cai.
The four-year electoral system is actually quite reasonable.
If Fudge is conscientiously working as Minister of Magic for four years and then steps down and replaces him, Albert believes that Fudge is absolutely praiseworthy at the Ministry of Magic. Even if he is not Minister of Magic, he can still be a good errand.
It is a pity that the Minister of Magic, except for not wanting to do it himself, or being ousted from office, is basically a lifelong system.
"Mouse becomes a snuff box, have you mastered it?" Shanna interrupted abruptly: "I heard that this question will be baked in the deformation test."
"Four months before the final exam." Fred folded the newspaper and glanced at Shanna. "Don't make a fuss, we still have a long time."
"I heard that if you do poorly in the exam, you will be relegated to the school!" Shanna warned.
"I have never heard of anyone who has been repetitive." Fred shook his head and said: "As long as you think about it before the exam, you will never be repetitive."
"Really someone was relegated?" George was interested in this topic.
"Who?" Lee Jordan was also curious.
"should not."
Albert frowned slightly. He remembered that a Slytherin student had been repetitive, but he didn't want to go into it at all as long as he didn't be repetitive. "
"I really envy Albert, this guy will definitely get a high score in any test." Lee Jordan said bitterly, he hadn't mastered how to turn a mouse into a snuff box.
"I really envy Albert, this guy will definitely get a high score in any test." The Weasley brothers repeated in unison.
"Shut up and **** off," Albert scolded.
"Ahem." Someone coughed, please.
Albert turned to look at the person who came and asked, "Something?"
"The next event will be at 3:30 next Saturday afternoon. Don't remember the time wrongly." Isabel reminded.
"Why did the time suddenly change?" Albert asked suspiciously.
"The new issue of "Transfiguration Today" will be on sale this weekend, and Professor McGonagall is going to take the inside...
…Anyway, just don’t remember the time wrong. "
"Oh, I see." Albert headed.
"How is Professor McGonagall's club?" Shanna asked curiously.
"It's difficult." Albert thought for a while and said, "It's all some extended knowledge. Professor McGonagall also encourages us to write to experts in this field and keep friendly contacts."
"Did you write?" Lee Jordan asked.
"Don't ask." George said suddenly.
"Why?" Several people were puzzled.
"I don't want to..." George was interrupted by Albert before he could finish.
"Don't worry, you can't hear, no one will reply to me." Albert said calmly.
"Not really."
"Who do you expect to value letters from first-year students?"
"Are you not angry? Don't care?"
"Don't mind." Albert said calmly, "When I become the winner of the "Transfiguration Today" Most Promising Newcomer Award, they will reply to me."
"You can see clearly."
"You haven't... left?" Albert turned his head and saw Isobel sitting behind him, suddenly speechless.
"Go, there are two herbal medicine classes in the morning, don't be late." George stood up and reminded.
The four stood on the way to the greenhouse looking at the heavy rain outside and asked, "Have you brought umbrellas?"
"Did not bring."
Several people looked at Albert.
"I have mastered the summoning technique, so it doesn't matter if I don't bring an umbrella." Albert took out his wand and waved it. The tip of the wand instantly turned into an umbrella.
"Then what should we do?" Fred asked.
"Go over under the rain." Albert walked to the greenhouse under an umbrella.
After the three of George looked at each other, Qi Qi ran towards Albert, and the four of them crowded together towards the greenhouse under an umbrella.
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