The good weather in September did not last long. Half a month after arriving at Hogwarts, it finally started raining again. It has been raining since morning until now and has not stopped yet.
However, for Albert who was hiding in the castle, the rain was nothing, as he would not get wet anyway.
At this moment, Albert was sitting comfortably by the window, listening to the sound of rain outside, drinking freshly brewed milk tea and writing a letter to an old friend.
Tom lay beside, his eyes fixed on the owner who was writing the letter. His gaze occasionally drifted towards the cup of milk tea. His paws felt a little itchy, but he didn't take any action in the end.
Ever since he was foolish enough to put his paw into the cup last time and was caught by Albert and had his dried fish taken away from him for several days, Tom never touched the teacup again.
Albert glanced at his cat, then looked back at the letter. It was to Adolphe Fournier, a Frenchman with whom Albert had lost touch.
A while ago, Albert had acquired the technology to manufacture double-sided mirrors and activated the panel skills. Then, based on his understanding of the double-sided mirror theory through the panel skills, he revealed some technology to Mr. Adolphe Fournier.
All right!
In fact, it was just using facts and technical knowledge to slap the Frenchman in the face several times, which made Mr. Fournier lick his face again and contact Albert enthusiastically and proactively.
Of course, in order to obtain the technology to restore the two-way mirror, Mr. Fournier was willing to sacrifice his own face. He was so enthusiastic that he wrote to Albert every few days. Fortunately, the owl was not the same one, otherwise he would have died of exhaustion halfway.
After all, there is still some distance between France and Britain.
Neither side has good intentions.
Albert's target was the technology in the hands of the French. Adolphe Fournier had good attainments in alchemy and had also invented many good things, such as the memory ball.
The memory ball is a magic glass ball that seems to be filled with white smoke, a bit like a crystal ball used for divination. When you hold it in your hand, if it turns red, it means you have forgotten something.
Of course, to put it bluntly, the memory ball is a magical toy that can only last about half a year. Albert used a similar method to invent an intrusion alarm for himself.
Well, it's basically an invasion spell on an object. When you put it in your pocket, it will start to get hot if a wizard gets close to it.
However, the alarm has a rather bad problem. As long as there are wizards other than itself around, the alarm will be sounded immediately.
It was a semi-useless thing, but there was indeed a skill called Siren on the panel. He felt that this skill should be very useful. The problem was that it took experience to upgrade the skill, and when making it, the wizard was also required to master the invasion spell.
In the letters, Albert discussed the idea of the magic lamp with Mr. Adolphe Fournier.
This task has been on the panel for a long time. If he wants to complete it, he must at least have a direction first. As an expert in this field, Mr. Adolphe Fournier might be able to help him.
As for the technology of the two-way mirror, Albert didn't mind giving it to the other party. He didn't care at all whether Mr. Adolphe Fournier could copy Blair Boursde's two-way mirror. Anyway, as long as the skill level was increased, better technology could be created.
Let's squeeze every ounce of value out of Mr. Adolphe Fournier first.
Of course, this is mutually beneficial to some extent.
There was a sudden commotion nearby. Tom turned his head and saw two girls whispering and giggling nearby.
"you go!"
"No, you go!"
"Okay, I'll go!"
A little girl with brown eyes and long blond hair mustered up the courage to come over.
"What's the matter?"
Albert finished his tea, stuffed the letter into the envelope, and turned to look at the two girls who were pushing and shoving each other.
"They say you can tell fortunes?" one of the girls said.
"Divination?" Albert put down his teacup and said gently, "I did learn a little about divination in the divination class. However, you can't believe the rumors in school."
"Can you please ..."
"Can I tell fortunes for you?" Albert finished speaking for the other person.
The two little girls nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
"Why do you still do divination when you know it's a scam?" Albert asked with a smile.
The two did not answer, so Albert did not pursue the topic any further. After thinking for a while, he said, "This will not happen again. Who will start first?"
“I, I!”
"What's your name?" Albert confirmed.
"Lavender Brown," the girl said nervously.
"Well, Miss Lavender Brown, remember your prophecy." Albert was silent for a long time, and said in a vague voice: "You will have a romantic story of your own. It is up to you whether to pursue it, and it depends on him whether it can last for a long time."
"A romantic story is a love story?" Lavender Brown asked curiously.
Albert smiled but didn't answer. He looked at the other girl and asked, "What about you? Tell me your name."
"Parvati Patil."
"Remember your prophecy, Miss Parvati Patil." Albert paused for a long time before speaking vaguely, "At the ball, you will dance with your warriors."
“Can you give it to me too…” the round-faced boy next to him asked with a red face.
"What's your name?" Albert asked.
"Neville Longbottom," the boy said.
"You are a qualified Gryffindor. Your courage is not what you seem to be. Plants are meant for you, and there will be a place for you in the school." Albert said after recalling Neville's message.
He suddenly discovered that he also had the potential to be a fortune teller.
"That's it."
Someone asked in confusion.
"That's it. Don't ask me whether it's correct or not." Albert glanced at the person who spoke and said calmly.
Everyone dispersed in disappointment. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like Albert was just being perfunctory with the three freshmen.
"Why, you want one too?" Albert looked at Hermione beside him and said.
The latter hesitated for a long time before nodding.
In fact, Hermione didn't really believe this kind of thing. It seemed like Albert was fooling them, but she also heard that Albert's words were sometimes accurate. After all, the two predictions about Harry came true, regardless of whether they were predictions or not.
"Before winter comes, you will no longer be alone. Of course, it depends on your decision," said Albert.
Hermione was stunned, because whether she could find friends was indeed up to her own decision.
"Sorry to bother you with your tricks on the little girl." Fred and George, both wet, walked over here.
"Is Quidditch training over?" Albert didn't care about the teasing and asked the two people who were soaked.
"It's over. It's really bad."
"Harry did a great job, our names will be engraved on this year's Quidditch Cup."
Albert shrugged nonchalantly and said softly, "There will be twists and turns."
"Shut up."
"asshole."
Both of them wanted to take off their socks and stuff them into Albert's mouth.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just talking about twists and turns."
Albert waved his wand, and white vapor rose from the Weasley brothers' bodies and filled the common room. He waved his wand again, creating a breeze that sent all the vapor out of the common room.
"Is it really accurate?" Hermione muttered softly as she looked at the Weasley twins, who looked nervous and wanted to cover Albert's mouth.