Chapter 411： That's it

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As December enters, the weather gets even colder.

Albert woke up in a daze, blinked and found that the room was still dark, knowing that he was up early, sleepy, and after reaching out to cover the yawn, he was ready to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, after lying back, I found that I somehow couldn't sleep anymore. He looked sideways at the copper stove in the center of the room. The stove was burning with blue flames. In order not to affect the quality of sleep, the light on the stove was blocked by the special shell. Only the lower circle exuded blue light, silently Provide warmth to the room.

This is Albert's modified stove No. 3, and its safety is far more reliable than using glass jars for flames.

Albert reached out and fumbled around the pillow, took out the magic wand next to the pillow and waved it. The magic lamp on the bedside table lit up, and the pale light instantly illuminated the room, but the magic lamp 1.3 The current version is still very low in practicality.

When lighting the lamp, Albert caught a glimpse of a letter under the lamp, shook his wand, and the envelope flew to Albert's hand automatically.

The letter was sent from home. Daisy asked him to remember to go home during the Christmas holidays. There was also a reply from his sister Niya. She said she missed Tom and asked if Tom had successfully lost weight.

Albert glanced at the stove, which was Tom's place. At this moment, the whole cat is huddled in his bed, leaving a tail exposed, which is very interesting.

Alas, it is very difficult to lose weight for a fat cat. It is the best result for Tom not to continue to gain weight.

"Good morning!" Fred yawned and greeted Albert.

"Who is going home for the holidays this year." Lee Jordan also woke up, this guy was huddling in the bed and chatting with them.

"Why is there a letter from me here?"

George took the letter on the bedside table with some confusion, reached out his hand and scratched his head, he was still confused.

"It is estimated that the owl is late. Let the house elves directly help deliver the letter." Albert didn't feel surprised. There had been a blizzard two days ago, and the owl had to fly through the blizzard. It was indeed hard enough. It was not difficult to be late. understanding.

"It's written at home. It seems we can't go home for the Christmas holiday today." George threw it directly to Fred after reading the letter. "They are going to Romania to visit Charlie, so we can only stay at school. It's a holiday."

"Lee Jordan, do you want to stay?" Fred opened the letter and scanned his eyes, and asked his partner who was still under the covers.

Lee Jordan covered a yawn, looked at Albert and asked: "Forget it, I want to go back, Albert should go back too!"

"I want to go back. I have sent a letter from my home to let me go back for the Christmas holidays." Albert knows that he has limited time with his family, so he doesn't want to waste it.

"I'm going to sleep for a while, remember to call me when you are going downstairs to eat." Lee Jordan is going to go back to sleep, it's too early.

"Are you still going to sleep?"

"This is not nonsense. It's only six o'clock in the morning. I dare say Filch must not be up yet." Li Qiaodan pulled up the sheet and covered his head.

"Should we sneak over and give Filch a surprise?" George suggested excitedly. "We can put a few noise bombs made a while ago into his room."

"Then Filch will stare at him again. Come on, there is no need to do that, and your noise bomb is not easy to use." Albert looked at the twins who were about to die and shook his head.

A noise bomb is something similar to a ball, and it will make a loud noise when thrown out, which will startle others.

Well, with this effect, there is no other purpose.

This thing is actually a joke made by the twins imitating Albert's Banshee's Howl, but the effect is just like that. At present, Fred and George are following Albert's suggestion to add a choking taste to the noise bomb With the black smoke that is difficult to disperse, there is a trend towards smoke bombs.

"Come and see this..." George said suddenly.

"Don't make a noise, let me sleep for a while." Li Qiaodan rolled over and covered the quilt tighter.

"It's Professor Quirrell." George said softly, "He is actually in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor of the castle. Wouldn't he want to steal the treasure that Dumbledore placed in the school now?"

"This kind of thing is not very likely, he is at most checking the institutions arranged by the professors." Albert shook his head.

"Will he be the dark wizard who broke into Gringotts?" Fred suddenly asked.

"It's probably controlled by someone using the Imperius Curse." Albert said.

"Professor Quirrell really doesn't look like a dark wizard." George pondered for a moment and agreed with Albert's thoughts. "The possibility of being controlled by evil black magic is indeed not small."

"Why did Professor Quirrell wear that big scarf?" Fred expressed his doubts They had been eyeing Quirrell's big scarf a long time ago, but unfortunately everyone succeeded. Take off the big scarf.

"It's still full of garlic." George thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's to divert everyone's attention? Or maybe it's to keep others away from him, lest the professors see any flaws?"

"This……"

Albert suddenly didn't know what to say. The smell of garlic on Quirrell was meant to smoke others away?

He changed his thinking, and suddenly felt that Fred and George made sense.

If you have too much contact with other professors, it is easy to see the flaws. If you let them know that Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort, they don't know what will happen.

"Should we tell Dumbledore about this?" Fred asked suddenly, "If Professor Quirrell really came here to steal that thing."

"Do you have evidence? If there is no evidence, it is slander." Albert reminded, "Professors will not easily listen to you slander another professor."

"But... what should we do?" The twins also felt that Albert's words made sense, and the professors obviously wouldn't let them "slander" another professor at will.

"Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore should have noticed how much he is the greatest wizard ever. How could he have not considered this kind of thing?" Albert said his own speculation, "I guess the principal is waiting for that one. The thief took the bait by himself."

"So, I really deserve to be Principal Dumbledore." Fred's voice just fell, and suddenly he froze again, he said, "Then we can't go to the fourth floor restricted corridor to take risks."

If Principal Dumbledore was watching there, wouldn't they just be caught right there?

"Don't worry, there will always be a chance, and the principal didn't say not to let us take risks."