Time flies in the busyness. After entering the third grade, the homework becomes more and more numerous, more and more difficult, and the requirements become higher and higher.
However, for a time thief like Albert, the heavy homework did not bring him pressure, but his life was very comfortable.
With a few extra hours every day, it is important to arrange your time properly. Otherwise, you will easily stay up late and make yourself very tired.
It is best not to exceed five hours a day, this is what Isobel reminded Albert.
However, Albert didn't care much about it. For him, it would be a good idea to go back to the past through the time converter when necessary and sleep in the Room of Requirement.
In short, although Albert had more classes every day than others, his day was more than twenty-four hours, and he had more time to rest and do homework than others.
The only small problem is that the life span will be half a year shorter than originally estimated, but Albert doesn't care much about such a small matter.
After all, most wizards live much longer than Muggles. Dumbledore is the best example, having lived for a century. As long as he doesn't die of an inexplicable disease, Albert believes that he will definitely live longer than Dumbledore.
After all, the old man lost his life shortly after Albert graduated from Hogwarts.
This is such a sad story.
Albert had just returned to an hour ago through the time converter. He was about to take his cat to the kitchen, say hello to the house-elves there, and ask them to help take care of Tom if they were free.
As soon as he came down from the boys' dormitory, Albert was blocked by Fred, George and Lee Jordan.
"Albert."
"Your prediction has come true."
"It's incredible that your words actually came true."
"Harry Potter really has become Seeker for the House team."
The three of them talked at the same time, which gave Albert a headache.
Fred and George were still walking in strange steps and surrounded Albert. Tom, who had been following Albert downstairs, quickly hid aside.
Then, one person held up Albert's arms, lifted him up and started spinning around.
Having said that, these two guys are really strong. How could they lift him up from the ground like this
"Stop, stop now, you guys are almost making me dizzy."
Albert felt like vomiting, that was how he had felt when he first tried Apparating, and it was terrible.
When he came to his senses and realized that his feet were off the ground, he looked in a certain direction and glared at Lee Jordan who secretly cast a levitation spell on him. He said that there was no way Fred and George could lift him up so easily.
"That's enough. You're making me sick." Albert struggled hard, trying to break free from the twins' arms.
"Guess how Harry got into the team." Fred laughed and let go of Albert's arm.
"Guess if I guess."
Albert felt a little nauseous, so he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a bag of dried fish, and stuffed it back into his pocket.
"Here, have some every-flavor beans!" Lee Jordan took out a bottle of every-flavor beans from his pocket and handed it to Albert.
"Thank you, I don't want to eat anything weird again." Albert declined politely and began to take out a box of chocolates from the leather bag he carried with him. He opened the package and took out a piece from it. This box of chocolates was bought with the remaining pounds after the last family dinner. He still had a few boxes and the price was not expensive.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
The three of them immediately gathered around and reached out to take chocolates from the box.
Lee Jordan opened the package and took a bite. As he chewed, he muttered, "The chocolate from the Muggle world isn't bad either!"
Albert took a big bite, glared at the three of them and complained, “That’s enough!”
"Give me another piece."
"I want one too."
"Give me one, by the way."
"Well, if you like it, this is your Christmas present." Albert suddenly said to the three of them.
"OK!"
"You are indeed Albert."
Unbeknownst to the three of them, Albert had prepared a piece of super bitter dark chocolate for each of them.
"The shapeshifting lizard's leather bag is such a great thing!" Fred couldn't help but sigh as he chewed the chocolate and watched Albert put the box away again.
"Fred, don't change the subject." George pushed Fred away in dissatisfaction, "Albert hasn't said anything yet? The question just now."
"Yeah, how did you know that?"
"What else can we do?" Albert looked around, looking for Tom, and said, "It must have been approved by Professor McGonagall or Headmaster Dumbledore."
"But I guess it's the former." Albert bent down and picked up the reluctant Tom, and walked towards the entrance of the common room. Before leaving, he turned back and said to the three people, "Professor McGonagall used to be a Quidditch fan."
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Three more exclamations.
"As expected of Albert, he even guessed this!" Lee Jordan exclaimed.
"You didn't see the expression on Wood's face when he told us that." George couldn't help laughing when he thought of the captain's reaction. "It was like picking up a big bag of gold Galleons on the way."
"Wood said that the first time Harry rode a broomstick, he was able to dive fifty feet and grab the Memory Ball." Fred followed the others out of the common room. While speaking, he secretly observed Albert's reaction and then said, "No scratches at all?"
"He thinks Harry might be more talented than you." Before Lee Jordan could finish his words, Fred and George patted him on the back.
"I'm not that stingy, and I don't care about these things. I've known for a long time that Harry Potter can replace me. It's really thanks to him that I was able to escape from Wood's clutches." Albert smiled and shook his head and said, "For me, flying on a broom is more for the fun of flying. When I get tired of riding a broom, maybe I'll get a flying motorcycle, bicycle or flying carpet."
"Forget it. Flying carpets have been banned." Fred interrupted. "Our grandfather had an Axminster pile carpet that could seat twelve people. I remember riding a flying carpet around my grandfather's house when I was a child."
"If you don't tell me, no one will think you're dumb." Albert glared at Fred. He certainly wouldn't try to make a flying carpet, that thing was too obvious. At most he could just get a motorcycle or a bicycle and modify it.
Just imagine a bicycle passing over your head one day. It would be quite exciting.
Well, it’s called a three-in-one bicycle that can be used on land, sea and air.
"We're going to go say hello to Harry, shall we?"
"No, I plan to take Tom to the kitchen and let him meet the house-elf. If Tom wanders around in the castle and gets lost one day, I will feel more at ease with the house-elf helping to watch him." Albert stated the purpose of his going to the kitchen.
"Don't you have too little confidence in your cat?" Lee Jordan couldn't help but complain. He always felt that Albert, the cat, was just a decoration.
"That can't be helped." Albert said nonchalantly, "Muggle cats are usually delicate and not smart enough."
"Still fat enough, right?"
"By the way, let me tell you, I found a new secret passage that leads to the outside of the school." Lee Jordan suddenly said, "Would you like to go and take a look together? Next time when necessary, we can also try to go through that passage."
"I guess we must have discovered the one you mentioned a long time ago." Fred and George grinned, "If you don't believe me, we can make a bet."
"Let's bet." Lee Jordan shamelessly used the chocolate he stole from Albert as gambling money.
"In that case, we'll just use this." Fred and George looked at each other and took out a few toffees from their pockets.
"Could it be the same thing from last time?" When Lee Jordan saw the toffee, he remembered the thing he ate in the carriage.
"No. Albert wants to come?"
"No, see you later." Albert asked Tom to follow him. Ever since he was summoned back by the Flying Spell for running around, Tom didn't dare to run around after leaving the common room.
However, Fat Cat Tom couldn't run far because his physical strength was really poor.
On the way to the kitchen, many students saw Albert walking the cat. Although they all thought it was very interesting, geniuses are always special.
By the way, ever since Albert took Tom out for a walk, some girls would come over and chat with Albert, and Lee Jordan envied the popularity Tom brought to Albert.
There are relatively few students at Hogwarts who keep cats. Usually they keep owls. There is no other way. Most students don’t know how to take care of their pets. Owls are the least troublesome and can also help send letters and deliver things. They are the best companions for young wizards.
When Albert went down to the fourth floor, he found that his cat Tom was too tired to walk and had to be carried by Albert. Perhaps walking such a distance was too strenuous an exercise for a fat cat.
Of course, walking to the kitchen with a fat cat in his arms was also a challenge for Albert.
The man and the cat rested in the secret passage for a while before continuing on their way. When they arrived at the picture of a large fruit bowl in front of the kitchen, Tom was already lying on the ground exhausted.
Albert stretched out his index finger and scratched the big green pear.
After the pear quickly turned into a green doorknob, he opened the door, scooped up the pile of Tom lying on the floor and walked into the kitchen.
"Sir! Mr. Albert Anderson!"
"Long time no see, Kara." Albert greeted the house-elf in front of him gently.
"Yes sir, long time no see, would you like something to eat?" Kara asked expectantly.
"If there's any pumpkin pie, please give me one."
"What a shame sir, no pumpkin pie today," Kara said sharply, her voice sounding a little disappointed that she wasn't able to help.
"It's okay. I'm not here to eat."
As he spoke, Albert took out the gift he had prepared for the house-elf from his leather bag.
"Is this for me?" Kara said in disbelief.
"Yes, it's for you. Sorry for bothering you last semester. This is the gift I bought for you. However, I'm not sure about your house elves' tastes. I hope you like it."
"Sir, you are so kind, so kind!" Kara screamed, then she bowed deeply to Albert, her eyes filled with tears again.
"Why don't you open it and taste it?" Albert said to the other house-elves. "Come over together. It won't take you much time."
"Thank you sir."
"That's very kind of you."
The house-elves were speaking in a flurry of words of gratitude.
"This is my pet cat Tom."
Albert pointed at the fat cat and said, "It's a very stupid house cat and often gets lost. I'm worried that one day it will run around the castle and get lost. If you see it in trouble in the future, please lend a hand. If it doesn't come back to the Gryffindor common room late at night, please help take it back."
As he spoke, Albert bowed slightly to the house-elves as a token of his request.
"Oh, of course." The house-elves said in unison.
The house-elves at Hogwarts had a good impression of Albert. After all, Albert respected the house-elves and never treated them as slaves.
Perhaps most house-elves had never eaten chocolate, at least not when given by wizards.
Seeing that the box of chocolates had been divided up and some house-elves were still left without any, Albert took out another box, opened it and handed it to those house-elves who had not eaten any.
The house-elf burst into tears on the spot.
"Take your time to eat, I won't disturb you."
Albert and Tom stood up and prepared to leave. Several house-elves enthusiastically brought freshly baked pies to Albert and asked him to take some back to eat.