Chapter 287： bet
In the next few days, Albert spent a lot of time in the responsive room practicing the advanced patron saint. However, no one is here to teach, and without the help of a panel, it is really not easy for the patron saint to speak in a short time.
However, these days of trial and practice are not without gain, and the skill experience of the Guardian God spell has skyrocketed. It is a pity that there is no advanced guardian curse on the skill panel, which makes Albert very helpless. He estimates that he needs to upgrade the guardian curse to level three to master the advanced operation of the guardian curse more smoothly.
Another similarly advanced Unmarked Stretching Curse, after being directly upgraded to the second level by Albert's experience pool, he has basically mastered it. He also created a palm-sized wooden box with the capacity inside after being cursed many times. Permanently enlarged enough to fit Albert's small suitcase.
Albert put a lot of things in it, and then stuffed the box into the deformed lizard skin bag that Hagrid had sent, which was like carrying a shrunken storage bag with him.
The wallet provided by Hagrid is really very useful. It is not only anti-theft and secret, but also does not have to worry about being troubled by the Ministry of Magic.
After all, a bag with a non-mark stretching curse cannot be used blatantly.
These days, in addition to practicing the patron saint, Albert is also practicing how to sew gloves.
Mrs. Morkin in Diagon Alley has already replied, and she tactfully refuses to help Albert make specific gloves. She doesn't want to do this business at all.
Albert was not surprised by this. If he changed to himself, 80% would refuse.
As for the reason, of course it is troublesome.
The business of Mrs. Morkin's robe specialty store has always been very good, and there is no need to spend time and energy on such things.
Although Albert is a little doubtful whether the business of the Madam Morkin's robe specialty store is still booming after school starts, after all, things like clothes are not disposable goods, not to mention the wizards in the magical world.
However, there is no way to be rejected by Mrs. Morkin.
Now I can only do tailoring by myself. Fortunately, Albert’s hands-on ability is pretty good. After several attempts using the shabby robes of the responsive house, he learned the tailoring skills and reached level 1, barely able to do it. The embryonic form of a cloth glove, the kind that can't be carried.
After discarding a dozen gloves, Albert finally got himself a decent template to wear on his hand. However, time has quietly entered mid-February.
Quidditch competition is coming soon, and students can often hear enthusiastic discussions about the outcome of the competition.
As the game drew closer, Charlie's requirements for the players became stricter, and training was not pleasant. Albert said in advance that he had something to do and successfully escaped. Fred and George would always complain after the training. Looked at him with his eyes.
"Don't worry, I will go over and cheer for you during the game!" Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and comforted.
"I think if you are willing to participate in the competition, our success rate in defeating Slytherin can rise by at least 30%." Fred was also full of resentment, and Charlie's training made him tired enough.
"You look at me too high."
"Actually, I think that if Albert says that Slytherin will lose, our victory rate can rise by at least half." George said quietly.
However, as early as long ago, Albert had said that he felt that Gryffindor would have difficulty defeating Slytherin, so the twins' fighting spirit has not been very high.
"Does anyone start a gambling game?" Lee Jordan suddenly interjected.
"Traitor." Fred and George glared at Li Jordan. They knew what this guy wanted to do.
"We want to be together."
"Make money together."
"Do you want to play a match-fixing?" Albert was speechless.
"Of course we will go all out, but since failure is inevitable, we don't mind finding comfort from other places." "At least, this is another victory."
What about your morals?
Albert suddenly wanted to cover his face. How could the team win the game if even the players themselves had no confidence.
"Guys, if you want to bet..." a senior student next door said to the four, "you can place your bets with me."
Albert looked up. He knew this man. His name was Kenneth Toller, one of the black market merchants at Hogwarts.
It was Kenneth Toller who helped Albert when he sold anti-swelling agents.
"If you let me know that you are gambling, I will tell mom about this!" Percy stared at his brothers fiercely. "And if Charlie knows you want to buy Gryffindor and lose the game, he It will definitely be sad."
"It's not our fault. Who made Albert say that we have a low probability of winning."
"Yes, yes!"
Fred and George decisively buckled the black pot on Albert's head.
"Ahem, Percy, don't be disappointed." Kenneth Toller complained with a light cough, "It's just a small gambling, it's just a form of entertainment."
Percy ignored Kenneth Toller's remarks, and strode away, probably...seems to go to Charlie.
Watching Percy leave, Kenneth Toller didn't care. He turned his head, looked at Albert again, and whispered, "Last time, the batch of anti-swelling agents you gave me was good."
"Just talk about it."
"I heard that you have a bottle of Buffy Brain Rejuvenator, how about it, do you want to sell it to me." Kenneth Toller licked his lips, as if Albert was fat food.
"How much do you plan to pay?" Albert asked curiously.
"I remember the last time you said ten gallons, I gave you twelve gallons, how?"
"Not for sale."
"why?"
"That's a prize reserved for the champion of the Wizarding Card Game."
"Oh, all right." Kenneth Toller asked, a little disappointed, "Where did you get that stuff."
"From Dagworth."
"Mr. Dagworth?" Kenneth Toller was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked in disbelief, "Is that Mr. Dagworth, the potion master?"
"Ok."
"You know him!" Kenneth Toller was dubious.
"I met when I was watching an opera in France last summer." Albert did not lie, and the two sides did meet for the first time at that time.
"Mr. Dagworth is watching an opera in France?" Kenneth Toller is a little skeptical about lifeDo you really know Master Dagworth? "
"Don't be surprised, Albert knows many famous wizards in the magic world." Fred whispered.
"Awesome." Kenneth Toler replied noncommitantly, and asked in a low voice: "Can you still get some more Parfait."
"That thing is very popular?"
"Of course, you should know that the Hogwarts exam will check whether students are cheating." Kenneth Toller looked around, made sure no one was eavesdropping, and explained in a low voice: "Dragon Claw powder, intelligence enhancer. They are all easily detected, and even Fuling agents are sometimes not very reliable, but Bafei Rejuvenating Agents and Rune Snake Eggs are exceptions. Although they are all prohibited items, ordinary students simply It's impossible to get it, and the professors who invigilate the exam will naturally...In short, many wizards who want to get a good grade in the exam are willing to dig out the Garon in their pockets.
"What's the matter!" When Fred and George listened to Kenneth Toller with relish, Lee Jordan who was next to them suddenly touched their ribs with an elbow.
"there……"
"Which way?" Fred looked suspiciously along Lee Jordan's line of sight, and at a glance saw the frustrated Charlie approaching here.
The two gathered together, trying to drive away immediately, but it was too late, and Charlie came behind them, carrying his hands on their shoulders.
"I heard Percy say..." Charlie's face was gloomy about to drip. "Are you going to bet on the Gryffindor team to lose the game?"
The faces of Fred and George froze in an instant, and they scolded Percy many times mentally.
They turned their heads stiffly and argued, "Nothing, we can't even get a Gallon in our pockets, what are we going to bet on!"
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However, these days of trial and practice are not without gain, and the skill experience of the Guardian God spell has skyrocketed. It is a pity that there is no advanced guardian curse on the skill panel, which makes Albert very helpless. He estimates that he needs to upgrade the guardian curse to level three to master the advanced operation of the guardian curse more smoothly.
Another similarly advanced Unmarked Stretching Curse, after being directly upgraded to the second level by Albert's experience pool, he has basically mastered it. He also created a palm-sized wooden box with the capacity inside after being cursed many times. Permanently enlarged enough to fit Albert's small suitcase.
Albert put a lot of things in it, and then stuffed the box into the deformed lizard skin bag that Hagrid had sent, which was like carrying a shrunken storage bag with him.
The wallet provided by Hagrid is really very useful. It is not only anti-theft and secret, but also does not have to worry about being troubled by the Ministry of Magic.
After all, a bag with a non-mark stretching curse cannot be used blatantly.
These days, in addition to practicing the patron saint, Albert is also practicing how to sew gloves.
Mrs. Morkin in Diagon Alley has already replied, and she tactfully refuses to help Albert make specific gloves. She doesn't want to do this business at all.
Albert was not surprised by this. If he changed to himself, 80% would refuse.
As for the reason, of course it is troublesome.
The business of Mrs. Morkin's robe specialty store has always been very good, and there is no need to spend time and energy on such things.
Although Albert is a little doubtful whether the business of the Madam Morkin's robe specialty store is still booming after school starts, after all, things like clothes are not disposable goods, not to mention the wizards in the magical world.
However, there is no way to be rejected by Mrs. Morkin.
Now I can only do tailoring by myself. Fortunately, Albert’s hands-on ability is pretty good. After several attempts using the shabby robes of the responsive house, he learned the tailoring skills and reached level 1, barely able to do it. The embryonic form of a cloth glove, the kind that can't be carried.
After discarding a dozen gloves, Albert finally got himself a decent template to wear on his hand. However, time has quietly entered mid-February.
Quidditch competition is coming soon, and students can often hear enthusiastic discussions about the outcome of the competition.
As the game drew closer, Charlie's requirements for the players became stricter, and training was not pleasant. Albert said in advance that he had something to do and successfully escaped. Fred and George would always complain after the training. Looked at him with his eyes.
"Don't worry, I will go over and cheer for you during the game!" Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and comforted.
"I think if you are willing to participate in the competition, our success rate in defeating Slytherin can rise by at least 30%." Fred was also full of resentment, and Charlie's training made him tired enough.
"You look at me too high."
"Actually, I think that if Albert says that Slytherin will lose, our victory rate can rise by at least half." George said quietly.
However, as early as long ago, Albert had said that he felt that Gryffindor would have difficulty defeating Slytherin, so the twins' fighting spirit has not been very high.
"Does anyone start a gambling game?" Lee Jordan suddenly interjected.
"Traitor." Fred and George glared at Li Jordan. They knew what this guy wanted to do.
"We want to be together."
"Make money together."
"Do you want to play a match-fixing?" Albert was speechless.
"Of course we will go all out, but since failure is inevitable, we don't mind finding comfort from other places." "At least, this is another victory."
What about your morals?
Albert suddenly wanted to cover his face. How could the team win the game if even the players themselves had no confidence.
"Guys, if you want to bet..." a senior student next door said to the four, "you can place your bets with me."
Albert looked up. He knew this man. His name was Kenneth Toller, one of the black market merchants at Hogwarts.
It was Kenneth Toller who helped Albert when he sold anti-swelling agents.
"If you let me know that you are gambling, I will tell mom about this!" Percy stared at his brothers fiercely. "And if Charlie knows you want to buy Gryffindor and lose the game, he It will definitely be sad."
"It's not our fault. Who made Albert say that we have a low probability of winning."
"Yes, yes!"
Fred and George decisively buckled the black pot on Albert's head.
"Ahem, Percy, don't be disappointed." Kenneth Toller complained with a light cough, "It's just a small gambling, it's just a form of entertainment."
Percy ignored Kenneth Toller's remarks, and strode away, probably...seems to go to Charlie.
Watching Percy leave, Kenneth Toller didn't care. He turned his head, looked at Albert again, and whispered, "Last time, the batch of anti-swelling agents you gave me was good."
"Just talk about it."
"I heard that you have a bottle of Buffy Brain Rejuvenator, how about it, do you want to sell it to me." Kenneth Toller licked his lips, as if Albert was fat food.
"How much do you plan to pay?" Albert asked curiously.
"I remember the last time you said ten gallons, I gave you twelve gallons, how?"
"Not for sale."
"why?"
"That's a prize reserved for the champion of the Wizarding Card Game."
"Oh, all right." Kenneth Toller asked, a little disappointed, "Where did you get that stuff."
"From Dagworth."
"Mr. Dagworth?" Kenneth Toller was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked in disbelief, "Is that Mr. Dagworth, the potion master?"
"Ok."
"You know him!" Kenneth Toller was dubious.
"I met when I was watching an opera in France last summer." Albert did not lie, and the two sides did meet for the first time at that time.
"Mr. Dagworth is watching an opera in France?" Kenneth Toller is a little skeptical about lifeDo you really know Master Dagworth? "
"Don't be surprised, Albert knows many famous wizards in the magic world." Fred whispered.
"Awesome." Kenneth Toler replied noncommitantly, and asked in a low voice: "Can you still get some more Parfait."
"That thing is very popular?"
"Of course, you should know that the Hogwarts exam will check whether students are cheating." Kenneth Toller looked around, made sure no one was eavesdropping, and explained in a low voice: "Dragon Claw powder, intelligence enhancer. They are all easily detected, and even Fuling agents are sometimes not very reliable, but Bafei Rejuvenating Agents and Rune Snake Eggs are exceptions. Although they are all prohibited items, ordinary students simply It's impossible to get it, and the professors who invigilate the exam will naturally...In short, many wizards who want to get a good grade in the exam are willing to dig out the Garon in their pockets.
"What's the matter!" When Fred and George listened to Kenneth Toller with relish, Lee Jordan who was next to them suddenly touched their ribs with an elbow.
"there……"
"Which way?" Fred looked suspiciously along Lee Jordan's line of sight, and at a glance saw the frustrated Charlie approaching here.
The two gathered together, trying to drive away immediately, but it was too late, and Charlie came behind them, carrying his hands on their shoulders.
"I heard Percy say..." Charlie's face was gloomy about to drip. "Are you going to bet on the Gryffindor team to lose the game?"
The faces of Fred and George froze in an instant, and they scolded Percy many times mentally.
They turned their heads stiffly and argued, "Nothing, we can't even get a Gallon in our pockets, what are we going to bet on!"
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