When Isobel heard Albert talking about his plan to sell the formula for Redness and Swelling Eliminator Version 2.0, she didn't pay much attention. In fact, she didn't care much about the issue of Galleon.
When he gave up becoming Wildsmith's heir, he had already given up a large fortune.
"When will you launch version 3.0 of the redness and swelling reducer?" Isobel had always wanted to complain about the name. Albert's naming skills were really average, and most of the things he made were named like this.
“Not yet.”
"Not yet?"
Based on her understanding of Albert, she did not think that Albert would give up the redness and swelling reducer easily. Making only 500 Galleons would undoubtedly be a loss-making deal, and Albert had never been a person who liked to suffer losses.
“There will be a version 3.0 of the redness and swelling reducer in the future,” Albert said without hesitation.
"Just as I guessed." Isobel leaned over and kissed Albert on the cheek, then walked towards the door of the Room of Requirement with her packed schoolbag.
"I have to go now. If you need me, remember to call me."
"I will."
Albert took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. After Isobel left, he took out the time converter and turned the time back an hour.
After leaving the Room of Requirement, Albert walked directly to the hall. Lee Jordan was already eating with his mouth full of beef. He greeted Albert incoherently and continued to eat.
"Where are Fred and George?"
Albert helped himself to a large bowl of goulash and sat down in the chair next to Lee Jordan.
"The Gryffindor team has a Quidditch practice today." Lee Jordan swallowed the food in his mouth, looked up and said sympathetically, "They are not very lucky."
Albert knew what the other party meant by bad luck. It had been raining continuously recently, and it was still raining on the ceiling of the hall. It would undoubtedly be very hard to train Quidditch on a rainy day.
"Yeah, it was hard."
Albert responded, stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth, and began to eat silently.
"I'm going to the library. See you later." Lee Jordan hurried away after finishing dinner.
He went to the library not because he wanted to study seriously, but because he had not finished his homework for this week. If he did not work hard to finish his homework now, he would have to stay in school to do his homework during the trip to Hogsmeade in mid-February.
The Weasley brothers are in a similar situation. Because of Wood's devilish training, they have also accumulated a pile of homework, and they may not have time to go to Hogsmeade next time.
So pitiful.
Not joining the Quidditch team was indeed the right decision.
Just after finishing dinner, Albert was passing through the entrance hall when he happened to meet the Gryffindor team who had just finished training and returned to the castle.
George's condition was a bit miserable. He was dirty and looked like he had just been fished out of the mud. If Filch were here, he would probably be happy to accuse them of defiling the castle.
"Fell off your broom?" Albert asked jokingly.
"How did you know I fell off my broom?"
Albert was speechless. Did you really fall off the broom
"Did you fall down on purpose?"
"No." George lowered his voice deliberately, as if he was talking about something very scary. "I heard Wood say that Snape was going to be the referee, and then I accidentally fell off my broom."
"That's really bad news."
Albert didn't feel anything for Snape acting as a referee. He took out his wand from his pocket and helped George clean off most of the mud and water on his body.
"He'll definitely find every excuse to deduct points from the Gryffindor team!"
Not only George, but everyone else looked unhappy.
"This is so unfair. I really don't know what Professor McGonagall is thinking. Does she really believe that Snape can host the game fairly?" Fred couldn't help but complain.
It’s better to expect Snape to be fair than to expect him to give out candy to everyone on Halloween.
"Any good suggestions?" Wood asked Albert.
"How about adding some laxatives to the food so that the old bat can't host the game that day." Albert showed a malicious smile on his face.
"That's a good idea." Fred and George almost agreed with both hands and feet. In fact, except for Wood, all other players agreed with Albert's plan.
"Stop it," Wood interrupted.
"I think you should finish the game as soon as possible so that Snape doesn't have much time to favor the Hufflepuff team." Albert reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder. "You need to cheer up."
"I would like to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible." Harry said helplessly, "but the Golden Snitch is not that easy to catch."
"Okay, don't think too much. Today's dinner is very rich, with beef stewed with potatoes. If you go too late, there will only be potatoes left." Albert comforted you casually and prepared to go back to the common room. He was too full tonight and was too lazy to do anything else.
"Let's go have dinner first!"
Wood used a drying spell to evaporate the water on everyone's bodies and went straight to the hall. They didn't want to miss dinner.
On the way back to the common room, Albert met Hermione, or rather Miss Granger, who was waiting for him there.
"You wanted to ask about that old parchment?"
When Albert saw Hermione appear, he had already guessed what she wanted to say.
Hermione's little thoughts were seen through, and she nodded a little awkwardly.
"I have translated it. The parchment records the method of making the magic stone." Albert glanced at the figure at the corner, and the corners of his mouth curled up with pleasure.
What a coincidence!
Professor Quirrell had originally planned to take a detour, but probably after hearing Albert mention the Philosopher's Stone, he changed his mind and walked towards them.
"Hermione asked in confusion, "Sorcerer's Stone, what is that?"
"You can go to the library to find information yourself." Albert took out a pre-prepared parchment from the belt of the transformed lizard and handed it to Hermione.
"Thanks."
Hermione took the parchment, flipped through it quickly, and went straight to the library to look for information on the Philosopher's Stone.
Professor Quirrell, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, also left in a hurry.
The formula of the Philosopher's Stone was very tempting to Quirrell, who was eyeing the Philosopher's Stone. He even had the idea of making one himself if he couldn't steal the Philosopher's Stone.
Of course, Quirrell knew how precious the Philosopher's Stone was, and he also knew that it was impossible for him to create it easily, but everything requires a little hope, so he didn't mind taking some time to try.
So, when Albert met Hermione again, she had forgotten about the Philosopher's Stone, and the parchment containing the formula of the Philosopher's Stone had disappeared.
There is no doubt that Quirrell secretly took the formula for the Philosopher's Stone from Hermione and cast a forgetfulness spell on it, making Hermione forget about the formula for the Philosopher's Stone.