Sometimes, the flu is really unstoppable.
Especially after October, the weather around Hogwarts changed suddenly and the temperature dropped sharply.
The heavy rain was beating against the windows, and the grass outside was filled with a visibly cold air which seeped into the castle, causing many professors and students to catch the flu.
"Haha, it would be nice if I could take a picture of it." George looked at Albert with steam coming out of his head and laughed extremely evilly.
There's no way around it, this is one of Albert's rare dark history.
Click.
The sound of taking a picture suddenly rang out, and the three people with smoke coming out of their heads all looked up.
Albert was seen holding a camera in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and took another photo of them.
"Strike a new pose. I decided to add this photo to the wizard deck, and the name is October Flu." Albert took two more photos while the three looked stunned, and happily announced, "It looks pretty good."
"You bastard."
"If you want to take a photo, at least make it look handsome."
Fred snatched the photo from Albert, whispered with the two people beside him, then put his arm around Albert's shoulders, posed with the cup he had just finished drinking, and asked Albert to take another photo of them.
After drinking the stimulant, the ears will start to smoke, which will last for several hours.
When the four of them walked out of the school hospital, all the students in the corridor cast curious looks at them. Now, anyone who saw someone with smoke coming out of his head would know that the other person had the flu and had just drunk a stimulant.
Perhaps because this appearance is so shameful, many students are reluctant to go to the school hospital for treatment after contracting the flu, which leads to more and more students being infected with the flu.
Now, the condition is getting worse, and Madam Pomfrey has to prepare a large amount of stimulants for those students who can't bear it. Fortunately, most of these materials come from the greenhouse and medicine field of Hogwarts, otherwise it would really cost a lot of money.
Every day, there are students with severe colds who are forced to go to the school hospital for treatment, so students with smoke coming out of their heads are almost becoming a sight in Hogwarts.
By the way, it was all thanks to those two bastards Fred and George that Albert caught the flu.
These two guys accidentally caught the flu while doing Quidditch training in the rain. They didn't go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment in time, and as a result, they infected their roommates Albert and Lee Jordan on the third day.
Finally, the furious Albert and Lee Jordan gave the two men a severe beating, and then went to the school hospital together for treatment.
“Haha, isn’t this Wood? You have a cold too?”
Looking at Wood, who also had smoke coming out of his ears and moving up his head, Fred and George happily moved over to him, putting their arms around each other's shoulders, not feeling embarrassed at all about their new look.
"Really? I'm going to go back and rest first. Remember to ask for leave for me for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon." Albert made up an excuse and went to the Room of Requirement.
"What a coincidence! I need to take a leave too." Lee Jordan didn't plan to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with a smoking head. Besides, there was nothing good about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Ever since Lockhart became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, this course has almost become a laughing stock.
"You two should remember to ask for leave for us!"
After saying hello to Fred and George, Lee Jordan followed Albert and left. In fact, he had been fed up with Lockhart's class. It was a rare opportunity to skip class openly, so how could he miss it
"Hey, wait for us!"
Fred and George, who were chatting with Wood, trotted to catch up. They didn't want to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class either.
In fact, some students have already given up hope on Lockhart and are looking forward to having a more reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester.
Unfortunately, that person still has no self-awareness and performs a stage play in class every day. More and more students are questioning Lockhart's teaching level, especially the fifth and seventh grade students who are about to be harmed by him.
At this moment, the room was filled with smoke, as if someone had lit incense. Next to the fireplace in the warm nest, Lee Jordan was adding wood to the fireplace to make the fire burn more vigorously.
"What's this?"
Lee Jordan put his head close to Albert's notes and soon found that he could understand each letter in the notes, but when he put them together, he couldn't understand a single word.
"Spell Notes, do you want to see it?"
Albert smiled and handed the notebook in his hand to Lee Jordan.
"Forget it, this thing gives me a headache." He retracted his head and asked casually, "What language is this?"
"French."
"You must be showing off," Lee Jordan muttered.
This notebook was placed in that metal box. If Nico had only given two magic glasses, there would naturally be no need to use such strict protective measures.
Nico sent Albert a total of ten notebooks, all of which were research on spells, and many of them contained Nico's personal and unique insights into spells.
only…
Although Nicolas Flamel was indeed a very powerful wizard, he did not seem to be a good teacher.
The contents of these notes were very messy. Although they recorded a lot of very impressive things, they were all stuffed into Albert's head, which gave him a headache. He needed to spend a lot of time to slowly sort them out and study them.
In his words: Look at it yourself and ask me if you don’t understand.
Albert suspected that even Professor Flitwick would find it difficult to study these notes thoroughly within a few years.
But he is a man blessed with panel skills, and he can sort out the contents of the notes much faster than most genius wizards. The only problem is that his communication with Nico is a bit frequent.
Lately, even Isobel has trouble keeping up.
"How's your research going?"
Fred and George are studying the drawings of a printing press. They will need this thing if they want to print wizard cards or even various styles of paper boxes in the future.
After all, there are only so many people in the wizarding world, and the sales volume of goods is very limited, so ordering packaging boxes in large quantities may not be realistic.
"Maybe, I can ask my dad for help. He should be good at tinkering with this kind of thing."
Finally, Fred and George gave up, realizing that completely overhauling the printing press was not a project they could accomplish.
"We can try to outsource things to other people." Lee Jordan suggested after hesitation: "Don't the things we bought also have boxes? They must know where to find someone to make boxes."
"These things can indeed be solved by Muggles, but..."
Albert closed his notebook, raised his hand and shook the wizard card in his hand, reminding: "If you want to make exquisite wizard cards, you will inevitably need to use magic, and Muggles can't help us with this."
Moreover, the "Statute of Secrecy" is also a big trouble. Wizards and Muggles cannot have too much interaction. Cooperation with Muggles is basically impossible, and Muggle merchants will not accept orders that will simply lose money.
The rain was still pouring down outside, and four men with smoking heads sat by the fireplace chatting. Their wish to open a store still had a long way to go.