"Would you like some? We left you some potato pancakes."
The crisp sound of a door opening was suddenly heard in the dormitory. Fred, George and Lee Jordan, who were originally enjoying their midnight snack and chatting, all turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, and smiled and called Albert to come over to eat together.
But, for some reason, the voices of the three people gradually became lower, and a suffocating low pressure suddenly filled the dormitory, making the three people feel suffocated and anxious.
Noticing Albert's slightly gloomy expression, George asked tentatively, "Are you okay?"
"Um."
Albert took a deep breath, suppressed his inner irritability, picked up Tom, who was squatting there watching the three people having a midnight snack, and gently stroked the cat's soft fur a few times.
The three of them looked at each other, not daring to ask what had happened.
They only knew that Albert was hiding in the Book of Origin and using a two-way mirror to secretly contact someone, but from the expression on Albert's face and the low pressure on his body, it was not difficult to guess that this communication was not pleasant.
"Would you like some? It tastes pretty good. I also got a bottle of ketchup." Fred took out the midnight snack that Dobby had prepared for them tonight from Albert's special insulated box and placed the plate in front of Albert.
"I have no appetite, eat it by yourselves!"
Albert pushed the plate back and reached out to touch Tom's soft belly again. Thinking about what had just happened, he felt even worse. He felt that he might need Yin Zebel's comfort.
"How about some candy? Maybe it can make you feel better." George wiped his hands with a handkerchief, took out a bottle of magic candy from the cabinet and placed it in front of Albert. This is candy with a euphoria agent added, which can make the user temporarily happy.
"Need not."
Albert shook his head and had no intention of using euphoria to relieve his bad mood.
He continued to pet the cat.
Perhaps Tom realized that his master was not in a particularly good mood, so he did not resist and just lay there obediently, allowing Albert to stroke him.
Of course, it could also be simply because Tom was too lazy to move, or he really enjoyed the process of being rubbed.
"You don't mind if we use the Book of Origins?" Fred asked tentatively.
"No problem. Here you go."
Albert pushed the metal book that had not been put away yet in front of Fred, and shook his head as he watched the three people hurried into the activity room.
Am I really that scary now
He is not the devil.
However, Albert was in a bad mood. From eight o'clock until just now, he had been chatting with the Flamel couple, and learned that their stored potion was about to run out. This was undoubtedly very bad news. The Philosopher's Stone had been destroyed long ago. Once the stored elixir was exhausted, the lives of the two old people would also come to an end.
Although Albert had expected this day to come, he still felt very bad when he learned that the Flamels were about to leave.
To be honest, there are not many people that Albert really cares about. His relationship with the so-called old friends is not that good. Even if both parties send each other Christmas gifts and birthday gifts every year, it is just to maintain a superficial relationship so that they can use this relationship when needed.
There are very few old people like the Flamels.
“It’s really carefree.”
Looking at the fat cat squinting his eyes comfortably, Albert sighed softly and murmured, "I wonder what the guy with the same name as you is planning now?"
"Meow!"
Tom yelled and rubbed his head against the back of Albert's hand, asking him not to stop.
“You are really pushing the envelope.”
Albert reached out and held Tom's front legs, picked up the whole cat from the table, then buried his face in Feidudu's belly and rubbed it for a few times, then reached out and pinched the big cat's face and pulled it gently, and his mood immediately improved a lot.
Although they talked for a long time just now, they didn't actually talk about much.
At first, Nico asked about the wedding, and said that he had something to give him, and asked Albert to go to France as soon as possible after the holiday.
Later, Nico asked him if he had predicted the wedding, and said that he had seen through the crystal ball that the wedding might be disrupted by a dark wizard. He suggested that Albert reduce the scale of the wedding, or even hold the wedding directly at their home to ensure that no one would disturb, sabotage, or even threaten the lives of the two during the wedding.
Albert knew that this was Nico's good intention, but he still didn't want to disturb the old man's life, and he was not unprepared.
After learning from Albert about their preparations for the wedding and their speculation about the prophecy, the two elderly men breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course they knew that Albert was very powerful, and they also knew that Albert had invited Dumbledore as a guarantee for the wedding, but powerful wizards are not invincible and may also fall to the conspiracies and calculations of their enemies.
After discussing the important matters, Nicolas Flamel and his wife spent the rest of the time reminiscing about their past. Just like ordinary old people who like to nag, they become more talkative after finding a qualified listener.
Finally, the Flamels hinted that they would leave Albert a legacy, which was not really a legacy, but some research materials that Albert was interested in, which were the results of the old man's long-term accumulation.
The Flamels finally decided that rather than letting their life's work gather dust in the library of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it would be better to give it to Albert, their favorite student, so that this part of the knowledge can continue to be passed on.
To be honest, Albert really wanted those things, but... the way to get them made him feel quite complicated.
Perhaps, for the elderly who have lived a long life, death is just another great adventure, and they are not alone.
However, death was not a pleasant topic for Albert.
He is too young.
Even if he could get a generous inheritance from it.
This depressed mood lasted for several days, and Fred, George and Lee Jordan all thought the sky was falling.
Even other people could clearly feel that Albert was in a bad mood.
In order to make Albert happy, Fred, George and Lee Jordan tried all kinds of ways to amuse him. Perhaps with the girls' advice, their tricks became much more interesting. Once they even turned into three canaries and tap danced shoulder to shoulder.
The three men's method did not improve Albert's mood, but it succeeded in making the joke props more popular.
until…
"Are you finally back to normal?" George couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he looked at Albert, whose breathing was steady.
"Back to normal?" Albert asked doubtfully.
"Nothing, you seemed to be in a bad mood the past few days... well, not so good." Fred carefully chose his words. He felt that Albert was shrouded in a low pressure a while ago, which made them feel extremely depressed.
"Well, some not-so-good things."
Albert still didn't intend to reveal too much information to them and ate his breakfast by himself.
At this moment, a student suddenly ran into the hall, ignoring the professors' gazes and shouted to everyone: "Toad, Toad is back."
Everyone rushed to the entrance hall, wanting to see the legendary Umbridge, who was a true warrior. She had encountered so many dangers and setbacks during her tenure, but she still insisted on teaching on the front line instead of resigning and running away.
A lot of whispers were heard in the hallway, and no one knew who was leading the applause, but there was wave after wave of enthusiastic applause and whistles.
Umbridge didn't smile much despite being welcomed by so many students, but became even more gloomy. She knew very well that the students of Hogwarts would never welcome her, and the enthusiastic applause just now was more like a mockery of her.
Perhaps the only person who truly welcomed her return was Filch. The administrator had cheered up again, trying to disperse the students who came to watch with a whip, and enthusiastically came forward to help with the luggage.
Under the gaze of countless students, Umbridge walked into the hall and found that the statue of the toad was placed there in broad daylight, not even covered with a piece of cloth.
This made the expression on Umbridge's face even darker.
Everyone only heard a "puff" sound, and someone threw a dung bomb, which hit the toad statue directly in the face.
Umbridge's expression froze, as if the dung bomb had hit her in the face.
This is a naked provocation.
Before Umbridge could come to her senses, more dung bombs hit the toad statue's face.
One of the dung bombs went astray and hit Umbridge in the face.
Just when everyone was stunned, a strange giggle suddenly sounded in the hallway. Peeves was floating in the air, tossing the dung bombs in his hand like a juggler. Amid the applause of the students, he threw the remaining dung bombs at Umbridge.
After all the dung bombs hit the new principal's head, Peeves disappeared with a giggle, as if he had appeared just to say hello to the other party.
Umbridge was furious, but she couldn't do anything about Peeves. Even if she wanted to find someone to vent her anger on, she couldn't, because the other students around her dispersed after seeing this scene, for fear of becoming the new headmaster's punching bag.
Umbridge could only return to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office in a rage, with Filch following behind her, dragging her luggage, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
When Umbridge was about to open the door, Filch finally couldn't help but say, "Ma'am, are you really going to continue..."
"What's the problem? Ag..."
When Umbridge pushed open the door, she stepped directly into the muddy swamp. Her whole body lost balance instantly and fell directly into the swamp, like a toad lying in the swamp.
If Lee Jordan were here, he would certainly not miss the opportunity to take more photos of Umbridge.
"Ma'am, are you all right?" Filch asked worriedly. "I thought you remembered..."
The swamp was not deep, but Umbridge, who was completely trapped in it, still encountered great trouble. The large amount of sewage and mud almost suffocated her. Umbridge rolled and struggled like a drowning toad.
In the end, Filch went in and fished her out, and both of them were covered in mud.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
Umbridge kept cursing as she dragged her dirty body to the professors' bathroom, leaving behind a row of muddy footprints on the ground and Filch staring at them in a daze.
"How long will it take me to clean this place up?" Filch muttered.
There is no doubt that it is no longer suitable to be used as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office. Fortunately, there are still many empty rooms in Hogwarts Castle that can be used as offices.
With the help of Filch, Umbridge bought herself a new office. After all, she was the headmaster and had the final say in everything, so she naturally chose the best office for herself.
The next morning,
Umbridge, who had just returned to her Hogwarts office through the fireplace, found that someone had thrown dung bombs into her office, and her face was distorted with anger.
However, what surprised Umbridge even more was that the moment she opened the door of her office, she was stunned by the scene before her.
The corridor outside the office turned into a swamp overnight.
If Umbridge had not suffered a great loss yesterday, she would have instinctively opened the door first to see what was on the other side. I am afraid she would have stepped into the swamp and fallen.
There was a disgusting stench in the air, which almost made her vomit.
However, what made Umbridge even more angry was that there was a wooden board stuck at the door of the office, on which was a photo of Umbridge turned into a human-shaped toad, and a sentence like this: The Anti-Toad League sends you the highest respects.
"ah!"
Umbridge was shaking all over and finally screamed in anger.
With a bang, the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office was slammed shut.
Umbridge opened the window and paced back and forth in the office, swearing incoherently.
This is simply too much.
During her time at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Umbridge thought about all kinds of possibilities and had all kinds of fantasies. However, on her first day back at school, the cruel reality slapped her hard in the face.
If Umbridge recalls the bad things she has done, she will not think that this is excessive. But it is obviously very difficult to make Umbridge realize this, because people are double-standard, and it is even more difficult to make someone like Umbridge realize this.
Many members of the Anti-Toad Alliance were extremely excited about this. Some of them even skipped classes and hid near the corridor, wanting to see how the toad would react when he found out that the area outside his office had turned into a swamp.
Everyone is happy to see their new headmistress in trouble. Who made her come back to serve and continue to persecute the students of Hogwarts? So don't blame them for fighting back
"Umbridge's misfortune is my happiness!"
This sentence undoubtedly reflects the current mentality of Hogwarts students.
Watching Umbridge get into trouble again and again always aroused their inner joy.
Even Albert felt that his mood had improved significantly.
Sometimes happiness is so simple.