Gryffindor was still immersed in the joy of defeating Hufflepuff. As long as they defeated Ravenclaw, Gryffindor might win the Quidditch championship trophy.
At present, Gryffindor has a high probability of winning the prize. As long as Slytherin defeats Ravenclaw, or they can defeat Ravenclaw, the trophy will eventually belong to Gryffindor.
At breakfast time, Charlie sat opposite Albert and studied his Quidditch tactics. Fortunately, Charlie had finished breakfast and left, otherwise Albert and his friends didn't know how long they would have to listen to him nagging.
After Albert finished eating the sausage on the plate, he said to Lee Jordan next to him: "Next time, stay away from Charlie when you eat breakfast. These Quidditch captains are really scary when they go crazy."
"What did you say..." Li Qiaodan replied casually, and then the fruit in front of him began to emit thick black smoke.
"Cough, cough, what are you doing!" Albert was choked by the thick smoke and coughed repeatedly. He covered his mouth and nose with his hands and looked in the direction where the black smoke came from. He thought there was a fire, but he found that the smoke was coming from the fruit on Li Jordan's table.
"I just... cough cough." Li Qiaodan was choked and coughed repeatedly, and his black face became even darker.
The fruit continued to emit black smoke, and Li Jordan had to use an empty bowl turned upside down on the table to cover the smoking fruit, but the black smoke still overflowed from under the bowl.
"Wow, such thick black smoke, what on earth did you do?" George opened the upside-down lid of the bowl, and black smoke suddenly rushed out, attracting the attention of a group of people.
"I just wanted to try to restore the fruit I bit off." Li Jordan scratched his head awkwardly, "But I was distracted and it became like this."
"Do you have any way to get rid of the smoke?" Li Jordan looked at Albert for help.
"Stop the spell." Albert took out his wand, touched the fruit that was still smoking with the tip of the wand, and cast a universal counter-spell on it.
The fruit no longer emitted black smoke, but it had become charred all over, as if it had been burned into charcoal by a raging fire.
"What spell did you just cast?" Albert took the fork and poked the fruit lightly, and it soon turned into a pile of burnt gray carbon.
"I don't know either." Li Qiaodan still looked confused.
"By the way, what spell were you practicing just now?" George asked, picking up some ashes, rubbing them between his fingertips.
"Repair spell." Li Jordan explained honestly.
"You can tear a piece of newspaper to practice." It was the first time Albert saw someone use fruit to practice the repair spell.
He suddenly remembered that he hadn't read the newspaper today, so he asked, "Has anyone seen my Daily Prophet today?"
"Here I am." Fred handed the headline of the Daily Prophet to Albert, who was currently reading the Quidditch column.
"What's the front-page news?" Albert took the newspaper and opened it.
"I just read the front page. Cornelius Fudge has become the Minister of Magic," said Fred. "It is said that the new Minister sends a bunch of owls to Dumbledore every morning to discuss Ministry matters with him."
Albert opened the Daily Prophet, glanced at the front-page news, and suddenly said, "He's a very smart guy."
"Why do you say that?" George was puzzled.
"At the beginning, Fudge may not have had much confidence in his abilities." Albert said without hesitation, "and Dumbledore's voice was much higher than others. Fudge wanted everyone to know that his decision was related to Dumbledore."
"This will reduce prejudice in the wizarding world, give him time to slowly adapt to the position of Minister, and allow everyone to see that he is working hard to be a good minister. In fact, Fudge has a good reputation since taking office."
"In a few years, Fudge will become more and more confident. This is a process. No one can be a good Minister of Magic from the beginning."
"That makes sense." Fred nodded in praise.
Later, Albert knew what Cornelius Fudge was like.
Albert's evaluation of Fudge was that he was blinded by power and wealth.
The four-year election system is actually quite reasonable.
If Fudge worked diligently as Minister of Magic for four years and then stepped down and was replaced by someone else, Albert believed that Fudge would definitely be well-regarded in the Ministry of Magic, and even if he did not become Minister of Magic, he would still be able to get a good job.
Unfortunately, the position of Minister of Magic is basically a lifelong one, unless he doesn't want to do it or is ousted.
"Have you mastered the mouse-snuff box?" Sana suddenly interrupted. "I heard that this question will be asked in the Transfiguration Exam."
"There are still four months until the final exams." Fred folded the newspaper, glanced at Sana and said, "Don't make a fuss. We still have a lot of time."
"I heard that if you do poorly on the test, you'll be held back!" Sana warned.
"I've never heard of anyone being held back." Fred shook his head and said, "As long as you spend some time preparing for the exam, you will definitely not be held back."
"Is it true that someone was held back?" George was very interested in this topic.
"Who is it?" Li Qiaodan was also very curious.
"Probably not."
Albert frowned slightly. He remembered that a Slytherin student had been held back, but he didn't want to delve into whether it was true or not. As long as he didn't get held back, it would be fine.
"I really envy Albert, this guy can definitely get high scores in any test." Li Jordan said rather resentfully. He has not yet mastered how to turn a mouse into a snuff box.
"I really envy Albert. This guy can definitely get high scores in any test." The Weasley brothers repeated in unison.
"Shut up and get out of here," Albert yelled.
"Ahem." Someone coughed.
Albert turned around and looked at the newcomer and asked, "What's the matter?"
"The next event will be held at 3:30 p.m. next Saturday. Don't get the time wrong," Isobel reminded.
"Why did you suddenly change the time?" Albert asked puzzledly.
"The new issue of Transfiguration Today is out this weekend, and Professor McGonagall is going to take the...
…Anyway, just don’t get the time wrong.”
"Oh, I see." Albert nodded.
"How is Professor McGonagall's club?" Shanna asked curiously.
"It's difficult." Albert thought for a moment and said, "It's all some expanded knowledge. Professor McGonagall also encouraged us to write to experts in this field and maintain friendly contacts."
"Did you write it?" Lee Jordan asked.
"Don't ask." George said suddenly.
"Why?" Everyone was puzzled.
"I don't want to..." George was interrupted by Albert before he could finish his words.
"Don't worry, you can't hear it. No one has replied to my letter." Albert said calmly.
“No.”
“Who do you expect to take a first-year student’s letter seriously?”
"You're not angry? You don't care?"
"No problem." Albert said calmly, "When I become the winner of the Most Promising Newcomer Award of Transfiguration Today, they will write me back."
"You see it very clearly."
"You haven't... left yet?" Albert turned his head and saw Isobel sitting behind him, and was immediately speechless.
"Let's go. We have two herbal medicine classes in the morning. Don't be late." George stood up and reminded.
The four of them stood on the way to the greenhouse, looking at the heavy rain outside and asked: "Did you bring an umbrella?"
"No."
Several people looked at Albert.
"I have mastered the art of summoning, so it doesn't matter if I don't bring an umbrella." Albert took out his magic wand, waved it, and an umbrella instantly appeared at the tip of the wand.
"So what should we do?" Fred asked.
"Let's go through the rain." Albert walked towards the greenhouse with an umbrella.
After George and the other two looked at each other, they all ran towards Albert. The four of them gathered under an umbrella and crowded towards the greenhouse.