"I didn't expect that things would turn out just as you said."
After the Transfiguration class, Fred had a complicated look on his face. He learned from Professor McGonagall that Professor Trelawney of Divination liked to use death omens to welcome new students, which finally made Fred stop worrying about death omens. To be honest, death omens are still quite scary.
"Professor McGonagall seems to think that Professor Trelawney has no prophetic powers." George muttered quietly after looking around to make sure no one was around.
"Divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic. Very few people can truly foresee the future, and Professor Trelawney..."
Although Professor McGonagall didn't finish her words, it was clear what she was going to say. Professor Trelawney did not have the gift of prophecy.
"Some people say Professor Trelawney is a liar."
"Who said that?" Fred asked suddenly.
"That's what Albert meant." George put the blame on his roommate without hesitation. He thought that was what Albert meant.
"What are you thinking about?" Lee Jordan couldn't help but ask when he saw Albert remained silent.
"Think about the content of Transfiguration class, how to become an Animagus." Albert glanced at George, "Don't think I didn't hear you framing me just now."
"You want to be an Animagus?" George quickly changed the subject.
"Well, it's a pity that it's difficult. According to Professor McGonagall, it takes several years to become an Animagus." Albert still remembered that there was such a task in his task panel. If he could click on the Animagus skill on the skill panel...
After the Animagus panel mission appeared, Albert had already read the relevant books on this part, but no such skill appeared on the panel. He needed to think about how to get the Animagus, and experience upgrade became a secondary thing.
"I think you should be able to learn it quickly!" Fred said confidently.
"I didn't know you had so much confidence in me?" Albert glanced at Fred and said.
"Of course. If you become an Animagus one day, remember to teach us. It would be great to be able to transform into an animal like Professor McGonagall." Fred patted Albert's shoulder vigorously to show his encouragement.
"What do you mean by confidence? It's just talk. This is your real purpose!" Albert couldn't help but complain.
"Albert may really be able to become an Animagus, but as for you, forget it. Professor McGonagall seemed to say that the number of people who became Animagus in the 20th century was no more than..." Lee Jordan raised his hands and gestured twice. Well, he forgot the exact number, but it seemed that there were no more than ten people.
"There were only seven Animagus registered in the 20th century." Albert sighed and finished what Lee Jordan said. "Of course, it's hard to say whether there were only seven."
"Why?"
"Here we are referring to registered Animagus, which means there are unregistered Animagus. Although it is illegal for Animagus who have not registered with the Ministry of Magic's Abuse of Magic Office, as long as the Ministry of Magic does not know that they are Animagus, it is not illegal."
"That's not wrong," Fred muttered. "If I were an Animagus, I certainly wouldn't want to register with the Ministry of Magic."
"Why?" Lee Jordan asked puzzledly, "If the Ministry of Magic finds out, they will definitely be fined a large amount of Galleons."
"Of course it's to avoid being supervised by the Ministry of Magic!" Albert curled his lips and said, "The Ministry of Magic requires Animagus to register with the Office of the Prohibition of the Improper Use of Magic, saying that this way others won't hurt you... It's pure nonsense, in fact, it's just to monitor you."
The three of them looked at each other in surprise. They had just crossed the foyer and walked into the auditorium with the others to have lunch.
"Animagus are suitable for spying and stealing information, so the Ministry of Magic requires Animagus to register with the Ministry of Magic. I dare say Professor McGonagall must have done something similar before." Albert curled his lips and said, "If you turn into a beetle, a dog, or a mouse, you can easily hide yourself and eavesdrop on other people's secrets, because no one will be wary of a beetle, and they won't even notice your existence."
"Yes, that's exactly what happened."
The three of them nodded in unison, all of them feeling that Albert had a deep understanding of the Ministry of Magic... well, the nature of some things, and they had never really thought about these issues.
However, if you think about it carefully, what he said does make sense. As expected, the way geniuses think is different from them.
Albert was eating a potato in its jacket while Fred pulled his timetable out of his school bag to check his upcoming classes.
"There are Care of Magical Creatures and Potions in the afternoon." After George finished a sausage, he raised his hand and pointed to the date of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and said disappointedly, "Alas, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is not until Thursday afternoon."
"Don't expect too much from Defense Against the Dark Arts." Lee Jordan, who had just inquired about the news, walked back with a gloomy face.
"What's wrong?"
"I just asked senior students who have taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and they said that Professor Quirrell's class was almost a joke." Lee Jordan said depressedly, "The classroom where he taught was filled with a strange smell."
The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a course that many students look forward to, especially the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the first two semesters was very reliable and allowed everyone to learn a lot of useful things.
"Professor Quirrell's character does not seem very reliable. To be honest, I never expected him to be able to teach this course well." Albert shook his head and said. Perhaps Quirrell could do it well, but he used cowardice to disguise himself. In this case, it would be strange to expect him to teach students well.
“When are we going to the restricted area on the fourth floor?” George asked in a low voice.
"Let's do it on the weekend. I still have a lot of things to do." Albert was thinking about whether to use the time converter to give himself some rest. He also needed to go back to the dormitory to check on Tom. He couldn't let his cat starve, so he could check on him while he was at it.
Well, it would be best to take Tom to the kitchen and say hello to the house-elves, and if possible, ask Kara to help take care of her own Tom."
At this moment, there was a brief noise in the hall. Even without looking, Albert could guess what was going on. Harry Potter had come to the hall.
Ron took Harry to sit opposite Fred and George and complained to them about what happened this morning.
"You mean Filch?" George winked at Ron and said, "He's the school administrator. He likes to make trouble for the students. As long as we don't let him catch us, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"He's causing trouble for you, it definitely has nothing to do with us. Well, definitely not, Filch has never caused trouble for Charlie and Percy because of us." Fred said with certainty that they were not to blame for this matter.
"You must not have taken Potions class yet. When you meet Snape, you'll find that guy is even more unreasonable than Filch." George said seriously, "Don't try to argue with Snape. It will only make you more unlucky."
"And Snape never gives extra points to students outside of Slytherin," Lee Jordan added.
Ron opened his mouth, but suddenly didn't know what to say.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Albert. He often gives extra points to Gryffindor, but he never gets a single point from Snape!" George pouted in Albert's direction and said, "As far as I know, this has been the case in recent years."
"Weasley, it's not a good habit to speak ill of others behind their backs. Gryffindor will deduct twenty points from you!" Lee Jordan lowered his voice and imitated Snape's tone.
There was a burst of laughter all around.
"Ahem!" Albert coughed twice, and his laughter stopped abruptly. Lee Jordan looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that the sound just now came from Albert, he couldn't help rolling his eyes at him.
"Potter, I have a suggestion for you!" Albert looked at Harry who was having a meal and said, "Take a good look at the book 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi'."
Harry was a little confused and didn't understand what Albert meant.
"Albert means that Snape will ask you questions." Fred explained casually. He turned his head and looked at Albert and said, "I remember that in our class, Snape asked you questions in the first Potions class, right?"
"But I remember Albert seemed to have answered all of them correctly."
"Yes, it was correct, but he still didn't give Gryffindor any points. He just said: It was copied verbatim from the book, but it's basically correct."
"Why do you still remember what Snape said at that time!"
All three were shocked.
"That's basically what he says every time I'm called on to ask a question and I answer it correctly." Albert eats the last potato on his plate.
"Why me? I mean Professor Snape wants to ask me questions?" Harry was even more confused.
"Because you are a student of Gryffindor, and you are the famous Harry Potter!" Albert said without hesitation: "Snape will definitely question you and use you as a warning to other Gryffindor students."
Harry Potter suddenly didn't know what to say. He didn't want to be famous, and it would be unfair if Snape only targeted him.
"Don't worry, Potter. Professor Snape is a professor in the school. Well, I admit that Professor Snape is biased towards Slytherin students, but he won't deliberately target you." Percy sat down next to Albert and glared at the guys who were making fun of the professor. He lowered his voice and warned, "Be careful not to let Snape hear it. If he knows, he will definitely deduct Gryffindor's points."
"Don't worry, Percy. Albert can afford the deductions. He gave Gryffindor 20 extra points in today's Divination class." Fred said nonchalantly.
Albert stood up, cleaned up the dishes, and said hello to Fred and the other two, "I have to go back to the dormitory to prevent Tom from tearing our room apart because he's hungry."
"The first class this afternoon is Care of Magical Creatures. Remember not to be late."
"I'll be back soon. Please go to the library and save a seat for me. We'd better start writing the Transfiguration paper today to avoid a bunch of homework being squeezed together." Albert said and walked away.
"He's right. If you don't do your homework quickly, you'll end up with a pile of homework that you can't finish." Percy looked at Albert's departing back and said to the twins, "After the third grade, there will be a lot of homework every day."
"Well, Ron, push the dish of seasoning next to you over here." Fred didn't take Percy's words seriously. If they really couldn't finish it, they would have asked someone for help.
You know, Albert has to take all the courses.
"Harry, I suggest you listen to Albert's advice. What he says is very accurate." George said after finishing the sausages on the plate, "Snape will probably cause trouble for you."
What is going on? Harry felt a little panicked!