As we enter December, the weather gets colder.
Albert woke up in a daze, blinked and found that the room was still dark, he knew that he got up too early, and felt sleepy. He covered his yawn with his hand and prepared to take a nap.
Unfortunately, after lying back down, he found that he couldn't fall asleep for some reason. He turned his head to look at the copper stove in the middle of the room. A blue flame was burning in the stove. In order not to affect the quality of sleep, the light from the stove was blocked by a special shell. Only a circle of blue light was emitted from the bottom, silently providing warmth for the room.
This is Albert's improved stove No. 3, which is much safer and more reliable than using a glass jar to hold the flame.
Albert reached out his hand and fumbled around the pillow, then pulled out the magic wand next to it and waved it. The magic lamp on the bedside table lit up, and the pale light illuminated the room instantly. It was a pity that the practicality of the magic lamp version 1.3 was still very low.
When turning on the lamp, Albert caught a glimpse of a letter under the lamp. He shook his wand and the envelope automatically flew into Albert's hand.
The letter was sent from home. Daisy asked him to remember to go home during the Christmas holidays. There was also a reply from his sister Nia in the letter. She said she missed Tom and asked if Tom had successfully lost weight.
Albert glanced at the stove, where Tom was. At this moment, the whole cat was curled up in his bed, leaving only the tail sticking out, which was very interesting.
Alas, it is very difficult to make a fat cat lose weight. The best result is that Tom did not continue to gain weight.
"Good morning!" Fred greeted Albert while hiding his yawn.
"Who's going home for the holidays this year?" Lee Jordan also woke up and was chatting with them while curled up in bed.
"Why is there a letter from me here?"
George took the letter from the bedside table with some confusion and scratched his head. He was still confused.
"I guess the owl was late, so the house-elf helped deliver the letter." Albert was not surprised. It had been snowing heavily for the past two days, and it was indeed hard work for the owl to fly through the blizzard. It was understandable that it was late.
"It's from home. It looks like we can't go home for Christmas vacation today." After reading the letter, George threw it directly to Fred. "They are going to Romania to visit Charlie, so we can only stay in school for the holiday."
"Lee Jordan, are you going to stay?" Fred opened the letter and glanced at it, then turned his head to ask his partner who was still in bed.
Lee Jordan covered a yawn, looked at Albert and asked, "Forget it, I want to go back, Albert should go back too!"
"I have to go back. My family sent me a letter asking me to go back for the Christmas holidays." Albert knew that the time he spent with his family was limited, so he didn't want to waste it.
"I'm going to sleep for a while. Remember to call me when you come downstairs for dinner." Lee Jordan was ready to take another nap. It was too early now.
"Do you want to continue sleeping?"
"This is nonsense. It's only six in the morning. I dare say Filch is definitely not up yet." Lee Jordan pulled the sheets to cover his head.
"How about we sneak over and give Filch a surprise?" George suggested excitedly. "We could put a few of those noise bombs we made a while ago in his room."
"And then Filch will target us. Come on, there's no need to do that, and your noise bomb doesn't work well." Albert shook his head as he looked at the twins who were ready to commit suicide.
A noise bomb is a ball-like object that makes a loud noise when thrown, scaring others.
Well, that's the effect, there is no other use.
This thing was actually a joke prop made by the twins imitating Albert's Banshee Wail, but unfortunately the effect was just that. Currently, Fred and George are following Albert's suggestion to add a choking smell and black smoke that is difficult to dispel to the noise bomb, and it is developing into a smoke bomb.
"Come and take a look at this..." George said suddenly.
"Stop making noise, let me sleep a little longer." Li Qiaodan turned over and covered the quilt more tightly.
"It's Professor Quirrell," George said softly, "He's actually in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor of the castle. Would he want to steal the treasures that Dumbledore left in the school?"
"This is unlikely. At most, he is checking the mechanism set up by the professors." Albert shook his head.
"Could he be the dark wizard who broke into Gringotts?" Fred suddenly asked.
"He was probably under the Imperius Curse," said Albert.
"Professor Quirrell doesn't look like a dark wizard." George pondered for a moment and agreed with Albert's idea. "It is indeed possible that he is controlled by someone using evil dark magic."
"But why does Professor Quirrell wear that big scarf?" Fred expressed his doubts. They had been eyeing Quirrell's big scarf for a long time, but unfortunately no one had successfully taken it off.
"He also smells like garlic." George thought for a moment and said, "Maybe he wants to divert everyone's attention? Or maybe he wants others to stay away from him so that the professors won't notice any flaws?"
"this… "
Albert suddenly didn't know what to say. Was the garlic smell on Quirrell meant to scare others away
He changed his way of thinking and suddenly felt that what Fred and George said made sense.
If he had too much contact with other professors, it would be easy for them to find out his flaws. If they knew that Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort, no one knew what would happen.
"Should we tell Dumbledore about this?" Fred asked suddenly, "If Professor Quirrell really came here to steal that thing."
"Do you have any evidence? If you don't have evidence, it's slander." Albert reminded, "Professors won't easily listen to you slandering another professor."
"But... what should we do?" The twins also felt that what Albert said made sense. The professors obviously would not let them "slander" another professor at will.
"Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore should have noticed it to some extent. He is the greatest wizard in history. How could he not have considered this?" Albert gave his own speculation, "I guess the headmaster is waiting for the thief to take the bait himself."
"I see. You are indeed Headmaster Dumbledore." Fred froze as soon as he finished speaking. He said, "Then we can't take risks in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor."
If Headmaster Dumbledore was monitoring the place, wouldn't they be caught red-handed if they went there
"Don't worry, there will always be a chance. The principal didn't tell us not to take risks."