The creation of the Marauder's Map was much simpler than Albert had imagined. It only took him a little time to successfully create the prototype of the map.
However, due to lack of proficiency, he was unable to expand the scope of the Marauder's Map to cover the entire Hogwarts Castle, and was also unable to target only Ginny Weasley for the time being.
The only thing that made Albert feel relieved was that after the live map was successfully created, a skill called monitoring map appeared on the skill panel.
What remains is to optimize and improve the map you want.
"I don't know if we can also mark the basilisk on the map." Albert muttered as he looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand.
After putting the map into his jacket pocket, he left the Room of Requirement. Ever since Isobel lost the Time Turner, the time they spent together was greatly reduced, and even dates had to be scheduled in advance.
Although Albert was able to use his time-turner to send himself and Isobel back an hour ago, there were still many inconveniences.
After having breakfast in the hall, Albert went directly to Hagrid's hunting lodge.
Um, you mean roommate
Early in the morning, Fred and George were pulled by the excited Wood to the Quidditch field for training.
Lee Jordan had not yet woken up.
This guy had a blast opening boxes and envelopes last night.
If you think about it carefully, Fred and George, who also had a lot of fun, are actually quite pitiful. They have to run on the court for training in the first week of school.
Perhaps it was because it was September now, the weather around Hogwarts was no longer as hot as before, and winter was quietly approaching.
Albert walked along the gravel path to the hunting lodge, reached out and knocked on the wooden door, and the sound of teeth scratching at the door soon rang out from the room.
“Who is it?”
Hagrid was wearing an apron and holding a rooster. When he opened the door and saw that the person outside was Albert, he couldn't help but joked, "Come in, our world champion."
"Here's to you!" Albert handed Hagrid a box.
"What's this?" Hagrid wiped his hands vigorously on his apron, took the box handed to him by Albert, and asked in confusion.
“Fudge.”
After Albert handed the box to Hagrid, he squatted down and rubbed Fang's head, and took out a bag of dried fish from his pocket to feed the hound.
"Actually, you don't have to buy something like this for me." Hagrid sighed and warned, "Don't waste Galleons in the future."
"No, I didn't buy these things." Albert said casually, "During the last newspaper incident, many people sent me a bunch of packages. I opened all the packages last night and found a bunch of snacks, so I sent some to you."
Albert usually doesn't eat things given by strangers, so he gives away all the snacks he gets from unpacking packages.
Hagrid looked at the fudge in his hand, then looked up at Albert, and suddenly didn't know what to say.
"Do you want to eat?"
Hagrid put the cockerel down and went outside to fetch a bucket of water to wash his hands. Then he opened the package and poured the fudge into a bowl.
Albert didn't know what to say. Wouldn't it be better to just eat it in the box
When he saw Hagrid pick up the candy with his sausage-thick fingers, he realized that Hagrid was probably doing it for convenience.
"You really don't want to eat?" Hagrid started to make tea for Albert.
"I just had breakfast." Albert shook his head and said, "By the way, I want to get some information from you."
"What news?"
"About Lockhart. Why did Dumbledore choose Lockhart as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Albert looked at Yaya who was quietly waiting for food and fed him all the remaining dried fish. "I have attended two of Lockhart's classes. To be honest, they were horrible."
"It's hard to find a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts now." Hagrid threw a few more pieces of fudge into his mouth, waited for the water in the copper kettle to boil, poured Albert a cup of amber tea and continued: "People don't want to do it. They think this job is unlucky. You should know what I mean."
"Oh, then do you have any impression of Lockhart?" Albert asked again, "I think most professors in the school don't like Lockhart very much."
"Lockhart?" Hagrid took a sip of tea and recalled, "To be honest, no one probably thought that Lockhart would become a famous writer."
"What kind of man is he?"
"He is an extremely narcissistic and vain person." Hagrid nodded heavily as if to emphasize his words. "That's why he is disliked by everyone. When he was studying at Hogwarts, he caused a lot of trouble for everyone."
"trouble?"
"For example, before a Quidditch match, he carved his name on the Quidditch pitch. Each letter was very large, almost taking up the entire pitch." Hagrid recalled: "At that time, I was the one who cleaned up the mess for him overnight, so it left a deep impression on me."
"That's something Lockhart would do," Albert said with a smile. "Anything else?"
"Well, Lockhart once secretly projected his own portrait into the sky at night, like the Dark Mark..." Hagrid paused halfway through his words, as if recalling some unpleasant past.
"Dark Mark?"
"Well, you actually know about the Dark Mark." Hagrid couldn't help but smile bitterly. "At the time, Lockhart scared everyone. Just think about the scene where his portrait suddenly appeared in the air. It caused quite a sensation."
"It seems that he is indeed very narcissistic and likes to recommend himself to others." Albert suddenly asked, "Has Lockhart ever come to see you?"
"No, what's wrong?"
"I think he will come to talk to you soon!" Albert said, "Anything else about Lockhart?"
"Another time, he sent himself a bunch of Valentine's Day cards." Hagrid didn't understand what Albert meant by that sentence. "I wasn't there at the time, but later I heard from the professors that a large number of owls swarmed into the hall and sent Lockhart a bunch of cards. The scene was simply horrible."
"By the way, how is Lockhart's academic performance? I mean his personal abilities." Albert briefly told Hagrid the story of Lockhart in the book.
"I don't know. Maybe Lockhart does have some talent, but he is definitely not a hard-working student. Otherwise, the professors wouldn't hate him so much." Hagrid didn't believe that Lockhart could do what Albert just said. "I still remember that when he graduated from school, everyone breathed a sigh of relief."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. When Hagrid walked over to open the door, he was stunned when he saw the person outside.
"You're right!" Hagrid muttered softly. When he turned around, he found that Albert, who had been sitting there, had disappeared.