"Have you offended Snape again?"
Lee Jordan stuffed the book into his bag and couldn't help complaining to Albert, "Why does he always like to run to the back and stare at you during class?"
Being watched from behind by Snape was not a pleasant experience.
Today's potion turned into a pile of unknown liquid with a strange smell. He was ridiculed by Snape a lot and received a T grade for it.
"Who knows?"
Albert slumped his backpack over his shoulder, glanced up at Snape in front of the desk, and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, no matter how much he stares at me, it won't have any effect on me. Let him stare if he wants. When Snape gets tired of staring, he'll give up on his own."
Ever since the last love potion incident, Snape seemed to have determined that this matter was related to Albert.
In every Potions class, the Potions professor would pay special attention to him, as if he wanted to see something from him.
Unfortunately, Albert's level of brain occlumency was very high, and even if Snape popped his eyes out, he could not get any useful information.
Albert was very calm about Snape who deliberately made trouble for him. The more he did so, the more it showed that he had no way to deal with him.
What's more, Snape had no evidence at all.
Although he doesn't need evidence.
Lee Jordan, his partner, was not as calm as him and could not stand Snape's harassing gaze.
"We have Quidditch training later, so we'll leave first." Fred and George sighed and complained, "Lately, Wood has been like a training maniac. He said that since the flying broom doesn't work, he can make up for it with technology."
"Did you expect this to happen at the beginning, so you didn't want to become a formal member?" Looking at the Weasley brothers who left in a hurry, Lee Jordan turned his head and asked Albert.
"Actually, I really hate training." Albert did not deny that he did not hate flying, but he hated training regardless of rain or shine. Joining the Quidditch team was obviously not a good choice.
"It will be difficult for Gryffindor to win the Quidditch Cup this year." Lee Jordan took two quick steps and walked side by side with Albert in the corridor. "Slytherin's new broom is really fast."
"It doesn't matter. We won the Quidditch championship last year anyway." Albert knew that this year's Quidditch game would be abandoned halfway because of the basilisk.
"Wouldn't you like to go to the library together?"
"No, I have an appointment. See you tonight."
"Really?" Lee Jordan walked towards the fifth floor alone, greeted Sana who was not far away, and prepared to invite her to go to the library to do homework together.
Now, Fred and George can no longer be relied upon. Those two bastards are not focused on their studies and always need to refer to his homework. Albert has been missing recently and he is probably going on a date with his girlfriend.
Lee Jordan was right, Albert did go on a date.
Just as he passed the corridor on the second floor, Albert suddenly stopped and prepared to take another secret passage to the eighth floor.
Albert always had to be extra careful when he was alone, and he would go out of his way to avoid the girls' bathroom on the second floor.
There was no way. Although the first attack happened on Halloween and the unlucky guy attacked was Filch's cat, Albert, as the most famous Muggle wizard in the school, was a very suitable target for Voldemort. He should still be prepared, so as not to be attacked by accident one day.
"The best way to protect your life is to be careful." Albert murmured.
"Albert."
Suddenly, Albert heard someone calling him.
Hermione Granger trotted over here, followed by Ron Weasley who looked reluctant.
"What's up?"
Albert stopped and turned to ask.
"Well, there's something I want to say..." Hermione came to Albert's side, panting.
"Don't talk about it here. You really have no sense of confidentiality." Albert interrupted speechlessly.
The three of them came to a deserted place, and Hermione immediately couldn't wait to talk about Harry.
It turned out that ever since the Savior Potter was put in detention at Lockhart's place, he had occasionally heard a voice that neither she nor Ron could hear.
In the wizarding world, hearing voices that others can't hear is definitely not a good thing.
"Have you told Professor McGonagall about this?" Albert asked.
"Professor McGonagall will definitely think that Harry is joking with her," Hermione whispered. "She'll probably think that Harry is just trying to get attention."
She came to see Albert more because Albert had said before school started that the message the house-elf conveyed to Harry was very likely true, that something terrible was about to happen in the school, and the voice Harry heard that others did not hear was very likely some kind of omen.
Well, Hermione really guessed it right.
"This matter is indeed worthy of attention." Albert nodded and said, "Next time Harry hears that voice, let him record the content of the voice so that I can make an analysis."
"Can you... tell fortunes for us?" Ron said, looking at Albert. This was the main reason they came to see Albert. When everyone said that Albert's fortune-telling was very accurate, he had long wanted to see it with his own eyes.
"Okay, just this time. I'll charge you next time." Albert raised his eyebrows and said to the two of them, "Come with me!"
Albert took Ron and Hermione back to his dormitory, took out the crystal ball from the cabinet and placed it on the table. He looked at the two people who were looking around the room and asked, "What do you want to predict?"
"Something terrible is going to happen at Hogwarts," Hermione said first.
"I see."
Albert closed his eyes, placed his hand on the crystal ball, and began to predict.
Ron and Hermione both stared at the crystal ball, seemingly curious about what they would see.
Something changed in the crystal ball, and they seemed to see an open book with something recorded on the pages.
The prophecy soon came to an end.
Hermione and Ron stared blankly at the crystal ball which had returned to its original shape.
"What does this mean?" Ron asked in confusion.
"The Chamber of Secrets," Hermione whispered.
"My ability to predict is not that strong. I can only predict this much at best." Albert said calmly, "The horrible thing the house-elf said must be the legend of the Chamber of Secrets."
The two of them looked at Albert, hoping to get answers from him.
"Legend has it that there is a secret chamber in Slytherin that can only be opened by the heir," Albert narrated. "It is said that a terrifying creature is locked in the secret chamber that can purify the school."
"Horrible things?" Hermione immediately grasped the key words, "What horrible things."
"I don't know." Albert shook his head. "No one has found the secret room."
"Can you please ..."
"One hundred Galleons." Albert suddenly interrupted, "If you want me to continue predicting, the price is one hundred Galleons."
“It’s not expensive.”
Glancing at the stunned Ron, Albert kindly reminded him, "Also, I don't recommend you to continue predicting. The fact that we got so little from this prediction speaks volumes. Even if you ask me to predict where the entrance to the chamber of secrets is or what the monster inside is, it will be difficult to get a result, because predictions can only allow us to see some fragments of what will happen in the future."
"Does it always seem so easy for fortune tellers to make money?" Ron couldn't help swallowing. Albert started by asking for a hundred Galleons, which really frightened him.
“Real prophet masters really make a lot of money.”