Chapter 697: Class value

"Any latest news?"

Lee Jordan spread a lot of jam on the slice of bread in his hand, looked sideways at Albert who was reading, and asked casually.

"Sirius Black appeared."

Albert put the newspaper on the table and tapped the place of the report with his index finger. "A Muggle saw him far away and called the hotline. Before the Ministry of Magic arrived, Sirius Black has long since disappeared."

"A place far away from here?" George leaned his head over, looked at the contents of the newspaper, and muttered, "It sounds weird."

"Sirius Black is trying to divert the attention of others." Albert said his speculation, "Don't forget, as long as you use Apparition, any wizard can reach anywhere in the UK in a short time."

"Can you tell where Sirius Black appears?" Lee Jordan asked in a low voice.

"It should be possible, but it is still a bit difficult to catch Sirius Black with this." Of course Albert can catch Black, but now is not the time to catch him.

"I hate divination."

Fred, who was copying homework in the divination class, let out a painful cry.

"Who told you not to take the time to copy that little thing."

"Don't shut up the guy who does the homework." Fred said to his twin brother, "Help me plug that guy's mouth with slices of bread."

"What flavor do you want?" George asked with a smile.

"Orange flavor, don't use too much...jam." Albert said in a tone, and he found an owl flying towards him and threw the envelope on the table in front of him.

Not surprisingly, Albert received a letter in two days on average.

"Who sent it from"

"Old thief." Albert glanced at the sender and used it in exchange for George's slice of bread.

"He said he got the seeds we want." George opened the letter, read the contents of the letter carefully, frowned and said, "However, the price he asked for...a bit high."

"What's wrong with the price?" Fred took the letter from George, read the content on the letter, and said to the three of them: "That guy always likes to make jokes. We'd better go to Hogsmeade and talk to him about it in person."

"Are you really planning to plant this stuff?" Lee Jordan still felt that poisonous tentacles were too dangerous and did not encourage three people to plant this dangerous plant.

"You don't need too much measurement, right?"

"Fever skipping class sugar needs to use poisonous tentacles that secrete venom." Fred frowned, "We can't purchase raw materials, otherwise there will be no profit at all."

The twigs of the poisonous tentacles secrete a kind of venom. After entering the human body, it will cause a "burning" sensation, and the body temperature will also increase significantly. Fever skipping candy uses this characteristic to simulate the symptoms of fever.

However, they have not found a suitable antidote.

"I still feel that this thing is a bit dangerous. There have been many deaths caused by poisonous tentacles." Lee Jordan is still trying to persuade the three roommates to give up this dangerous idea.

"We can get the seeds first, and we'll talk about them later." George consulted Albert: "It's the price...how much do you think is appropriate."

"Cut off in half." Albert said without hesitation: "Leave a little profit for that guy, so he will be willing to help us find the materials we need. After all, there are some things that are not available through normal channels, and the higher prices are understandable."

"Are you not going to go with us?" George was a little surprised, and Albert would definitely save some Gallon if he went to talk.

"No, maybe I went to the game then..." Albert gave himself an excuse and declined to trade with Mondungus.

Recently, the four of them didn't dare to sneak to Hogsmeade Village. Martial law was already over there. In the past, it was always a trouble to encounter dementors.

When they were about to leave the hall after eating, Professor McGonagall strode towards Meteor, and while passing a piece of parchment to Albert, he asked in a low voice, "How are you preparing?"

"It's okay," Albert knew what Professor McGonagall meant. "Professor Snape's tuition is over. I'm currently learning from Hagrid the common sense of entering the forest."

"Come on, Mr. Anderson." Professor McGonagall encouraged. "It's been a long time since Hogwarts won the Magic School Potions Championship."

"I will try my best, but you should also know that cheating has always been the tradition of this game." Albert said calmly.

Well, when he said this, he actually wanted to try to trigger more tasks, but he didn't succeed.

Professor McGonagall fell silent suddenly, examining Albert, and then sighed: "You are right. In fact, everyone knows it well, but I believe in your abilities."

After speaking, Professor McGonagall walked away, for fear that Albert would say something amazing.

For example: Otherwise, let's cheat and so on.

"Did you notice Professor McGonagall's expression just now?"

The three witnessed the whole process and admired Albert's daring to say that directly to Professor McGonagall.

Cheating in games has always been a tradition.

In fact, everyone knows it well.

This sounded like saying: Or, let's cheat too!

The three almost laughed on the spot.

"Is that a notice?"

Lee Jordan took the parchment in Albert's hand, scanned the content on it, and said with a smile: "I don't think you can find any excuses!"

He handily handed the notice to several roommates around him, and said to Albert: "The first Hogsmeade weekend is at the end of October, just before Halloween."

"I have a date!" Albert said seriously, "No time, and you also need to exercise, you can't rely on me for everything."

"See Lulu forgotten friends!"

"Stop it, I think if you go, you can accurately grasp Mondungus' bottom line."

"It's not good to keep pressing on other people's bottom line, and occasionally let him make some money, he will actively help us find things."

"You can always find an excuse, just say it if you want to go on a date."

"I just said it."

After returning to the Gryffindor common room, Albert used the paste spell to post the notice on the bulletin board.

Many students immediately gathered to check the notice and buzzed about Hogsmeade on the old bulletin board, looking very excited.

Albert went straight upstairs to prepare dinner for Tom, and then took the cat downstairs to let the wind go.

However, Fat Cat doesn't like activities. He always lay on his stomach like an old man, looking at the students in the common room with his tentative eyes.

Albert found a corner and began to write a reply to Mondungus. In the letter he clearly pointed out that his asking price was too high, and he agreed on the time when the two parties met in Hogsmeade.

Just after Albert put the letter in the envelope, he heard a roar from the common room.

He looked up in the direction of the voice, and saw Hermione's Crookshanks sneak attacking Ron's backpack, or something in it.

"Grab the cat!" Ron yelled.

No one helps.

The whole lounge is watching cats and mice.

Zebra's speed was so fast that he didn't lose to Crookshanks at all, and a cat and a mouse shuttled back and forth at everyone's feet.

Finally, the mouse rushed into the cupboard, and Crookshanks stopped abruptly, squatted low, and furiously reached under the cupboard with his front paws to dig out. This scene amused many students.

"Okay, be safe!"

Albert bent down to hug Crookshanks and rescued Ron's mouse from the cat's paw.

"What a great help!" Ron muttered and got the mouse out from under the cabinet.

"You should find a cage, lock up the mouse and don't let it run around." Albert handed the cat who still wanted to pounce on Hermione.

"It is the cat that should be locked up." Ron looked at Hermione's cat warily.

"All cats catch mice, Ron!" Hermione said.

"No, Albert's Tom never catches mice." Ron seemed to make his own words more convincing, and he moved Banban to Tom's side. Everyone saw Tom tilted his head and the cat's face appeared. A human expression of disgust.

"Ron, that's just an exception. Tom can't catch mice, and he doesn't need to catch them." George reminded, "But you can't deny the fact that most cats catch mice."

"Tom's food is very good. I don't need to eat mice. I don't want him to eat mice." Albert asked after looking at the mouse in Ron's hand. "By the way, your mouse is Percy's. ?".

Ron didn't answer, and strode across the common room. UU read www.uukanshu.com and went upstairs to the boys' dormitory.

"It's the Percy one." Fred replied for Ron. "After he became the prefect, the family bought him an owl. In order to avoid the scabs from being eaten by Hemes, Percy gave the mouse to Ron. ."

"That mouse should be very old." Albert said suddenly, "It's incredible that the average mouse can't live that long."

"Indeed..." George frowned slightly, as if recalling how long the mouse had been alive.

"Who knows, maybe it's dying!" Fred said indifferently. "After returning from Egypt, the mouse seemed to be dying."

"A typical mouse can only live for one to three years. Ron's one must live for more than three years." Albert said mysteriously. "Do you know what this means?"

"what"

"Biological miracles," Albert explained. "A mouse that lives for four or five years or even longer can sell a lot of money in the Muggle world."

"Really?"

"About how much can you sell?" George asked curiously.

"If it is converted into Gallon, it must be more than tens of thousands." Albert felt that those biological laboratories would be very interested in it, as long as it can be confirmed that the mouse has lived for more than ten years.

"So much, are Muggles crazy?"

"Because of its high research value, it may be possible to find the secret to prolong life."

"Or, let's persuade Ron to sell the mouse!" Fred said suddenly, "If you can really make tens of thousands of gallons, then what else to catch Black."

"Things are not as easy as you think, and even if you really sell the mouse, it is difficult to change the money to Garon." Albert shook his head, "I just sighed with emotion."

"You guy... definitely on purpose."

"It's too bad."

"It made me happy."