Before Albert found time to challenge the Eagle Ring Riddle, the Easter holiday was over.
After the holiday, the news of Professor Broad's resignation spread throughout Hogwarts in the blink of an eye. Everyone felt sorry for it. Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of the few subjects that could bring them fun. The humorous Professor Broad always taught everyone a lot of useful things.
“Who will they arrange to teach next semester?”
"Who knows?" Lee Jordan stared at the nearly completed Defense Against the Dark Arts paper on the parchment and said gloomily, "Are we going to do the holiday homework for Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"
Everyone knew that Professor Broad would resign early, but no one thought he would resign so soon.
"Do you know why Professor Broad resigned?" Angelina looked at Albert puzzledly and asked.
"Professor Brod mentioned this in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Albert said without looking up, "It's just that the time was slightly earlier."
"Is that true?" Lee Jordan muttered. He was trying to finish his paper, and had long forgotten what he had learned in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Yes, I remember that." Shanna nodded in agreement.
"Rumor has it that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed." Albert was checking his paper and said as he read.
"I thought you were going to say the rumors were unreliable."
"If the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor didn't change every year, I wouldn't believe the rumors. However, the professor of this subject has never been more than one year. The wizards who served as Defense Against the Dark Arts professors always resigned due to various troubles. Some were seriously injured, and some even lost their lives."
"It is a wise choice for Professor Broad to resign early," Albert continued. "At least, he can ensure his own safety and will not have to spend his later years in the hospital."
"Is it really that serious?" Angelina was a little unconvinced. She felt that Albert was deliberately exaggerating the so-called curse.
"I suggest you look up the information yourself. It will be much more credible than what I say with all my heart." Albert was sorting the parchment. The library would soon close.
"Professor Brod has resigned. What should we do with our Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" As they left the library, Li Jordan frowned and asked, "Study on your own?"
"Someone will substitute for us, or we can study on our own." Albert said without hesitation, "If someone substitutes for us, it will most likely be Snape."
"Oh, no."
"Of course, Snape also has his own classes, so he will probably be studying on his own," Albert continued.
"Can't you just say all at once?" Lee Jordan said unhappily. Many people don't like Snape's class because it is too depressing.
It was after half past ten in the evening when the Weasley twins dragged their tired bodies back to the dormitory.
Filch deliberately did not complete the detention all at once, but instead did it twice a week. The detention for the two of them has lasted for nearly a month.
A short pain is worse than a long pain!
Filch obviously knew this very well, and his methods made the Weasley brothers grit their teeth, but they had no better way to deal with Filch.
"I feel like my hand is about to break!" Fred sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his sore wrist.
"What did Filch want you to do?" Lee Jordan suppressed a yawn and stuffed a spinach-flavored Beebe's Many-Flavored Bean into his mouth.
"Copy down some students' mistakes and their punishments." Fred said weakly.
"This kind of work is boring and meaningless." George looked extremely annoyed. "Filch must have done it on purpose. Every time I see his gloating face, I want to smear dung on his face.
"There's nothing to complain about. Who told you to sneak into the woods?" Li Jordan shrugged. "You're lucky not to be expelled."
"Where's Albert? Did he go to the kitchen?" George peeled a toffee for himself. He felt a little hungry.
"No, I'm taking a shower."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the dormitory was pushed open and Albert in pajamas walked in.
"You're back. What new method has Filch come up with to torment you?" Albert was wiping the water stains from his hair with a towel.
"Too bad. Filch asked us to copy down some records of past students' mistakes. My hands are about to break." Fred muttered.
"Um, how many times has this happened?"
"Oh, no, don't mention it, we are still friends." Fred suddenly felt like he was about to collapse.
"The fifth time?" Li Jordan guessed.
"The sixth time," George muttered.
"I want revenge on Filch!" Fred waved his fist and muttered, "Help us think of a solution!"
"Throw a bunch of dung balls into his office?" Lee Jordan suggested, "so he won't dare to go in there again."
"We've run out of dung eggs!" said Fred glumly, and he didn't think this was a good idea either.
"I can give you a pack of dung bombs for free." Albert suddenly said, obviously a man who was not afraid of trouble.
"I'll also sponsor you a few dung bombs." Li Qiaodan, who was watering garlic, agreed.
The twins hesitated.
However, on the first weekend after Easter, Fred and George made their decision.
The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, which everyone is paying attention to, will be held on the first weekend after Easter.
But on the weekend morning, Fred and George were told by Filch that they would be in detention today, which made them miss the opportunity to watch Gryffindor's last important game.
"Filch must have done this on purpose, absolutely on purpose. He is taking revenge on us, taking revenge on us in this way." Angrily, Fred tore the note into pieces.
Filch's punishment was simply unbearable for the twins.
"That's a brilliant move," Albert commented. "It seems like Filch really hates you two."
"Hate?" Li Jordan felt that Albert's choice of words was inappropriate. If he didn't hate them, how could he deliberately put them in detention during the Quidditch game? The punishment for the detention was to wash the chamber pot. "
"Does the funding you mentioned last time still count?" Fred gritted his teeth, looking like he was ready to take revenge on Filch.
"Yes, of course!" Albert tilted his head and looked at Fred and George, reminding them, "But I suggest you do it the night before you leave school."
"I know."
"We'll tell you about the game after we finish watching it," Li Qiaodan consoled him, but his tone sounded a bit like gloating.
"Maybe, after your confinement is over, the game won't be over yet!"
"You should say Gryffindor will defeat Ravenclaw and win this year's Quidditch Cup," Fred and George corrected in unison.