Speaking of February, there are many things worth noting.
In early February, students in the third grade and above can go to Hogsmeade to play. There is a Quidditch match in the middle of the month, this time it is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, and there are also wizard club competition selections at the end of the month.
Of course, this last one is just to make up the number.
Time is like a lame old man, slowly stepping into February amid the urging of countless students.
Of course, not all students want time to pass faster. Albert is one of them. He always feels that time is not enough recently, and even the time for leisure and laziness has become less.
I really wish I had a time-turner.
However, the time consumed by the time converter is actually counted on the user. If the user uses the time converter too casually to go back to the past, the user's life span will be shortened.
Albert was considering whether to throw all the troubles aside.
Because there are so many old friends, he basically needs to write a letter every day, and there are still many things in his notebook that have not been completed.
Isobel was right, she was indeed too greedy. If it weren't for the skill panel, she would have been overwhelmed and driven crazy by all that. Hermione in the third grade was the best example.
Forget it, now is not the time to stop and rest. I should accumulate more capital while I am still young. Once I have enough money, I can live the life I want.
"Just one or two more years and it will be almost done."
As for the problem of Voldemort, Albert had never really worried about it.
After all, with the tall savior Potter by his side, all he needs to consider is how to use Voldemort's affairs to benefit himself.
After all, the days when Voldemort ruled the wizarding world were the darkest times for the wizarding world and Britain, and chaos meant opportunities.
Albert took out his little notebook and wrote down everything that came to his mind. This notebook was almost empty.
He flipped through it, sighed softly, put the notebook back into his pocket, and checked the homework he had just finished. He began to prepare a letter to Mundungus Fletcher, asking him to meet at the Three Broomsticks on his next trip to Hogsmeade.
Albert really needed the fur of the Swamp Digger. The Mandrake that he stuffed into the salt a few months ago had been there for several months. It would not take long for it to completely turn into a black magic item. At that time, the fur of the Swamp Digger would be needed to straighten it. Otherwise, even Albert would not dare to rashly perform secondary processing on this black magic item, lest he would be unlucky in the process.
Mundungus Fletcher's reply arrived soon. He probably didn't want the fur of the swamp digger to fall on his hands. However, from the words in the letter, it was not difficult to see that the guy still wanted to make a killing on Albert's wallet.
Do you really think of me as a child
Albert could not help but chuckle and threw the parchment into the forbidden fireplace. He watched the flames burn the paper to ashes with a weird smile on his face.
"Albert's smile is so creepy." The lazy George happened to look up and saw this scene. He couldn't help but shiver. He nudged Fred next to him with his elbow, motioning him to look at Albert.
"I don't know who's going to be unlucky!" Fred muttered softly.
"Will you go to Hogsmeade next time?" Albert looked around and made sure that there was no one around before asking in a low voice.
"Go, why not." Lee Jordan said without raising his head. Christmas had just passed and his pockets were still bulging.
"The letter from the thief?" Fred felt that he had guessed the answer.
"Well, he doesn't seem to have given up on ripping me off. If the talks break down..." Albert sneered, "I'll just rob him, or force him to buy or sell."
"Isn't this... not good?" Lee Jordan put down the quill in his hand and looked at Albert worriedly. Although he was often naughty and liked to violate school rules, Lee Jordan was essentially a good person.
"It's not good indeed." Albert did not deny this. "However, Mundungus Fletcher is not a good person either. He is a professional liar and thief, and also a part-time black marketeer. He has done a lot of shameful things. If the other party does not want to do a good deal, there is no need to be too polite to him."
"Albert is right about a bad guy. I don't think we need to be too polite." Fred and George looked at each other and asked in a low voice, "How are you going to deal with this matter?"
"An Illusion Spell, a Stun Spell, and a Forgetfulness Spell." Albert knew exactly what to do, and he was not worried about failure. Some things, unintentional and deliberate, really make you unable to guard against them.
Perhaps Mundungus Fletcher was a very cautious guy, but he would never have imagined that the person he thought was a fat sheep was planning to rob him.
In his previous life, Albert thought of himself as a very moral person, and even if the negotiations fell through, he never had such thoughts.
In this life, he had cheats, mastered magical powers, and spent more than ten years under the influence of capitalism. The moral values of his previous life had long been pushed into a corner by him.
To put it in a more immoral way: the primitive accumulation of capital has always been cruel and bloody.
"See what Mundungus Fletch chooses, and then decide how to deal with this matter."
Fred and George did not have a good impression of Mundungus, so they agreed with Albert's opinion. Lee Jordan also agreed, and Albert did not intend to go too far.
"What are you discussing?" Sana came over with a book borrowed from the library in her hand.
"We're discussing wizard cards." Albert brought up the topic casually, and the three people next to him were no longer surprised and agreed with him.
"By the way, have you heard?"
"What did you hear?" Fred asked curiously.
"There is a monster hiding in the Forbidden Forest." Shanna reminded in a low voice, "In the afternoon, someone heard a terrible roar of a beast while protecting magical creatures outside the Forbidden Forest."
"Forbidden Forest, roar of beasts?" Albert immediately thought of Hagrid's Fluffy.
"Maybe Hagrid has some dangerous animals in the Forbidden Forest," Fred said jokingly.
"Should we go in and see what kind of monster it is?" George's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he continued, "We can ask Hagrid to go with us. He's in charge of this matter."
It seems that George's brain is not too stupid.
In just half a day, strange rumors began to spread in the school, saying that there were some dangerous magical creatures deep in the Forbidden Forest and they had escaped to the outer edge.
Rumors were spreading that Professor Kettleburn was planning to move most of the classes to the lawn near the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.