In the next few days, Albert spent a lot of time in the Room of Requirement practicing the advanced Patronus spell. However, without anyone to teach him and without the help of the panel, it was not easy to make the Patronus speak human language in a short period of time.
However, these days of attempts and practice were not without results, as the Patronus Charm skill experience increased rapidly. Unfortunately, the advanced Patronus Charm did not appear on the skill panel, which made Albert very helpless. He estimated that he had to upgrade the Patronus Charm skill to level three before he could master the advanced Patronus Charm more smoothly.
Another equally advanced spell, the Traceless Stretching Spell, was basically mastered by Albert after he used his experience pool to upgrade it to level two. He also made a palm-sized wooden box, the capacity of which was permanently expanded after multiple spells to be large enough to hold Albert's small suitcase.
Albert put a lot of things in it, and then stuffed the box into the deformed lizard skin bag given by Hagrid. This way it was like carrying a shrunken version of the storage bag with him.
The wallet Hagrid gave me is really useful. It is not only anti-theft and secretive, but also you don't have to worry about being in trouble with people from the Ministry of Magic.
After all, a bag that has been cast with the Traceless Extension Charm cannot be used openly.
These days, in addition to practicing the Patronus Charm, Albert is also practicing how to sew gloves.
Madam Malkin from Diagon Alley has already replied, politely refusing to help Albert customize the gloves, and she doesn't want to do this business at all.
Albert was not surprised by this. If it were him, he would probably refuse as well.
As for the reason, of course it’s too troublesome.
Madam Malkin's robe shop has always been doing good business, so there is no need to spend time and energy on such things.
Although Albert was a little skeptical whether Madam Malkin's robe shop would still be popular after school started, after all, clothes were not disposable commodities, not to mention that there were only a few wizards in the magical world.
However, there was nothing I could do about being rejected by Madam Malkin.
Now he could only do the tailoring himself. Fortunately, Albert had good hands-on ability. After several attempts using the tattered robe in the Room of Requirement, he learned the tailoring skill and upgraded it to level 1. He could barely make a prototype of cloth gloves, but the kind that could not be worn.
After discarding more than a dozen gloves, Albert finally made a decent template for himself to wear on his hands. However, time has quietly entered the middle of February.
The Quidditch match is coming up, and students can often be heard enthusiastically discussing the outcome of the match.
As the game approached, Charlie became more and more strict with the players, and the training was not pleasant. Albert said in advance that he had something to do and successfully escaped. Fred and George always looked at him with resentful eyes after the training.
"Don't worry, I will come to cheer for you during the game!" Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and comforted him.
"I think if you are willing to participate in the competition, our chances of defeating Slytherin will increase by at least 30%." Fred's face was also full of resentment. Charlie's training made him very tired.
"You think too highly of me."
"In fact, I think as long as Albert says that Slytherin will lose, our chance of winning can be increased by at least half." George said dimly.
However, Albert had said long before that he felt it would be difficult for Gryffindor to defeat Slytherin, so the twins' fighting spirit was not very high.
"Anyone wanna start a bet?" Lee Jordan suddenly interrupted.
"Traitor." Fred and George glared at Lee Jordan. They knew what he wanted to do.
"We want to come together too."
"Let's make money together."
"Do you want to fix the match?" Albert was speechless.
"We will certainly try our best, but since failure is inevitable, we don't mind finding some comfort from other places." "At least, this is another kind of victory."
Where is your moral integrity
Albert suddenly wanted to cover his face. If even the players themselves had no confidence, how could the team win the game
"Guys, if you want to place a bet..." a senior student next to them said to the four of them, "You can place a bet with me."
Albert looked up. He knew this man. His name was Kenneth Toller, one of the black market merchants in Hogwarts.
When Albert started selling anti-edema drugs, it was Kenneth Toller who helped him.
"If I find out you guys are gambling, I'll tell mom about it!" Percy glared at his brothers. "And Charlie will be upset if he knows you guys want to bet on Gryffindor to lose the game."
"That's not our fault. It was Albert who said that our chances of winning were low."
"Yes, yes!"
Fred and George decisively put the blame on Albert.
"Ahem, Percy, don't spoil the fun." Kenneth Toller complained with a cough, "It's just a small bet, it's just a form of entertainment."
Percy ignored Kenneth Toller's words and strode away, probably...seemingly going to find Charlie.
Seeing Percy leave, Kenneth Toler didn't care. He turned his head and looked at Albert again, and whispered, "The batch of detumescent agent you gave me last time was good."
"Just tell me if you have something to say."
"I heard you have a bottle of Bafe's Brain Stimulant. How about selling it to me?" Kenneth Toller licked his lips as if Albert was a delicious food.
"How much do you plan to pay?" Albert asked curiously.
"I remember you said ten Galleons last time. How about I give you twelve Galleons?"
“Not for sale.”
"Why?"
"That's the prize reserved for the winner of the wizard card tournament."
"Oh, all right." Kenneth Toller was a little disappointed and asked, "Where did you get that thing?"
"From Dagworth."
"Mr. Dagworth?" Kenneth Toller was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked in disbelief: "The potion master Mr. Dagworth?"
"Um."
"You actually know him!" Kenneth Toller was skeptical.
"We met last summer while watching an opera in France." Albert was not lying. The two parties did meet for the first time at that time.
"Mr. Dagworth is watching an opera in France?" Kenneth Toller was a little skeptical. "Do you really know Master Dagworth?"
"Don't be surprised, Albert knows many famous wizards in the magical world." Fred said in a low voice.
"Great." Kenneth Toller responded noncommittally, and asked in a low voice: "Can you get some more Bafe Brain Stimulant?"
“That thing is popular?”
"Of course, you should know that Hogwarts exams will check whether students are cheating." Kenneth Toller looked around and made sure no one was eavesdropping, then explained in a low voice: "Dragon Claw Powder and Intelligence Enhancers are easy to detect, and even the Felixir is sometimes not very reliable, but Buffy Brain Refresher and Runespoof Snake Eggs are exceptions. Although they are all prohibited items, ordinary students can't get them at all, and the professors in charge of the exams naturally... In short, many wizards who want to get good grades are willing to spend all their Galleons for it."
"What's wrong!" When Fred and George were listening to Kenneth Toler's story with relish, Lee Jordan next to them suddenly touched their ribs with his elbow.
"Over there..."
"Which way?" Fred looked in the direction Lee Jordan was looking, and saw an angry Charlie walking towards him.
The two of them stood up and wanted to run away immediately, but it was too late. Charlie came behind them and put his hands on their shoulders.
"I heard from Percy..." Charlie's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it, "You plan to bet that the Gryffindor team will lose the game?"
Fred and George's faces froze instantly, and they cursed Percy countless times in their minds.
They turned stiffly and said, "That's not true. We don't even have a single Galleon in our pockets. How can we bet?"