The effect of the happy spell wore off by lunchtime, and Albert's smile faded. While he ate, he listened to Fred and George discussing the possibility of making Laughing Toffee. Both of them tried to use the happy spell on each other's pumpkin pie, but of course it didn't work.
"It looks like your Laughing Toffee is going to fail." Lee Jordan poked the cursed pumpkin pie with the fork in his hand and asked Albert, "Is this thing still edible?"
"Probably not."
"What?" Lee Jordan was confused.
"I remember there are some magical animals and plants that can achieve similar effects." Albert raised his hand and tapped his forehead, and began to review the knowledge about potions and magical animals in his mind. "Oh, yes, it's Pu Rongrong. That thing can be used to make a laughing potion. I think you can use the laughing potion to make your laughing toffee."
"Laughing potion?" Fred and George could see joy and excitement on each other's faces. They didn't expect that they could really make laughing toffee.
"Is there really such a thing?" Although Lee Jordan did not doubt Albert's words, he still couldn't help but ask.
"Of course there is. The famous potion master Zygmunt Budge has a record of the Laughing Potion in his Book of Potions. However, this book is in the restricted section." Albert reminded cryptically, "Be careful when you borrow the book, don't get caught by Filch."
"It's not our first time going there, so we know what to do." Fred and George both gave Albert a reassuring look.
"Oh, yes." Albert continued, "You can also use the leaves of Arioth, which is one of the ingredients of the laughter potion. As for the antidote, let me think... Well, I remember it should be a syrup produced by the heartbreak bug."
"You can also try reversing the two ingredients. You should be able to make sentimental candies. As for how to mix the proportions, you will need to try it yourself." Albert gave the two some advice.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!"
"You are indeed Albert!"
At this moment, Fred, George and Lee Jordan all opened their mouths and stared in surprise. They didn't expect that this could be done. It even saved the time of looking for an antidote, and Albert gave them clear hints.
The next moment, Fred and George both reached out to take something out. One of them took out a quill pen, and the other took out a notebook, writing down a series of key words such as Puffy, Laughter Potion, Zygmunt Budge, The Book of Potions, Ariot's Leaves, and Heartbreak Syrup.
When they are free, they will go to the library to look up relevant information. The twins also know that Albert has no time and will not help them research these things. They can only rely on themselves to spend time and energy to try. However, now that they have key technical support, the rest is just to mix the proportions of the medicine and make the corresponding antidote.
"The Laughing Toffee is good, but I feel like it won't sell for much." Lee Jordan had just finished speaking when Fred and George glared at him.
"That's true," Albert nodded. "It's impossible to make a lot of money from Laughing Toffee."
"Would you please shut up?" Fred and George said in unison.
"In fact, you can do some research on this and create food that can make people happy. This is the real money-making product."
"Food that makes people happy?" Fred frowned and asked, "Is that what you mentioned before? Can the laughter potion really do that?"
"I don't know. It depends on the proportion." Albert didn't know either. He just gave the Weasley twins some ideas and asked them to try. If they succeeded, it would mean a huge profit. If they failed, it would just be a loss of raw materials and time.
"Are you talking about magic food?" George asked. He thought that since Albert mentioned it specifically, it must be very profitable, otherwise why would he pay special attention to it
"Honeydukes's Fizzy Bee Candy, the one that can lift your feet a few inches off the ground when you suck it." Albert gave the three of them an example. "I dare say there's some dried Billywig stings in the candy."
Sizzling Bee Candy is indeed one of Honeydukes's best-selling products. Students who go to Hogsmeade will go to taste the Sizzling Bee Candy and enjoy the wonderful feeling of their feet leaving the ground.
The twins quickly took notes again, mumbling something to themselves: "That's a good idea, maybe..."
"Knowledge is the greatest wealth of mankind." Lee Jordan couldn't help but sigh. He also realized that with just a few suggestions from Albert, Fred and George's stores could have several more products in the future, and they were just his casual remarks.
"Extraordinary intelligence and talent are the greatest wealth of mankind." Albert corrected seriously, "That is the motto of Ravenclaw."
Lee Jordan was a little stunned, but then he heard Albert say, "But I agree with what you just said: knowledge is the greatest wealth of mankind."
"If you don't have a job in the future, you can develop magical food, which should be very popular." Albert took out his notebook and wrote this down.
Well, another way to make money.
Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were sitting nearby eating, were all dumbfounded when they heard the brief conversation between Albert and the other three.
Ron was so surprised that he was speechless. He had never thought that Albert would actually talk about the so-called way to make money. And seeing Fred and George taking notes quickly, he couldn't help but wonder if he should also take out his notebook to write down what he had just said.
Ron also knew that Harry had bet money on Slytherin, but he had not yet been able to get the money back from Slytherin.
Fred and George must have won the bet, and what made him feel complicated was that although they had not yet received the money they won, they still believed that they could get the money back.
"Albert, do you know who Nicolas Flamel is?" Hermione asked expectantly.
"Well, why are you asking this?" Albert raised his eyebrows and looked at the three people with expectant looks on their faces.
"We've looked through so many books, but we can't find any trace of him." Harry said hastily, "You must know, right?"
If we could get the answer from Albert, we could save ourselves a lot of trouble.
"Yeah, I know." Albert nodded to indicate that he did know.
"Who is he?" the three asked in unison.
"Nicolas Flamel, he is..." Albert paused, and looked at the three people again, narrowing his eyes slightly and said, "It seems that you are very interested in what the big dog is guarding?"
"Do you know what's there?" Hermione was surprised. She didn't understand how Albert knew all these things.
Could it be Hagrid
"This has nothing to do with you." Albert said seriously: "Of course, it has nothing to do with me either."
"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, nothing else." Hermione tried to argue. She had not given up on getting an answer from Albert.
"Don't get involved. It's a big pit with a lot of trouble in it." Albert kindly reminded: "Of course, if you want to know, go to the library yourself, or ask Hagrid, he must know something."
"Hagrid won't tell."
"But how do you know that?" Harry asked curiously, "I mean you seem to know a lot of things."
"I won't tell you." Albert shrugged, "You won't be able to guess it anyway."
"I hate his bad taste." Ron muttered softly. He must have done it on purpose, or he didn't even know it.
Of course, this is just what I said in anger.
Just as the three of them were whispering together, Flint from Slytherin rushed out of the toilet in a rage, apparently ready to settle the score with the person who attacked him.
After all, anyone who is treated like this several times would feel angry.
"Cover me."
Fred secretly drew out his wand, gave George and Lee Jordan a look, and used their cover to cast a happy spell on Flint.
The next moment, the anger on Flint's face disappeared immediately, replaced by a stupid-looking smile, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
This sudden laughter made everyone feel a little confused.
In order to prevent the Slytherins from causing trouble, Truman also brought a debt collection team over.
"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall, who had sensed something was wrong, walked over here and frowned as she looked at Flint who was laughing.
"He seemed to be ill and suddenly burst into laughter." Truman raised his hands to cover his face, with an expression that said, "You're sick."
"Perhaps, we should send the man to Madam Pomfrey, he obviously needs some treatment."
"Is this... a happy spell?" Professor McGonagall saw Flint's condition at a glance, "Who of you cast a spell on him?"
"A curse? I thought Flint had a disease that would kill him if he didn't laugh." Lee Jordan's face was almost filled with shock.
The members of the debt collection team that gathered around couldn't help but burst into laughter, as if they were infected by Flint, and looked very stupid.