Hagrid's desire to become the professor of Care of Magical Creatures did not frustrate Fred, George and Lee Jordan for too long. As for the wound on the back of Fred's hand, it had completely recovered under the treatment of Madam Pomfrey.
The end of October came quietly, and students in Hogwarts above the third year were talking about going to Hogsmeade.
Fred and George want to go to Zonko's joke shop to restock their stink bombs and see if they can get some experience in running a shop from the store manager.
However, would Manager Zuko be willing to share his experience in opening a store with the twins? Albert expressed his doubts, but not everyone was as generous as him.
On the morning of Halloween Eve, Albert woke up with everyone else. When he went downstairs for breakfast, he could smell the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin in the air in the corridor on the first floor.
"Today is another beautiful day." George happily stuffed the pumpkin pie into his mouth.
"We can have a good time in Hogsmeade." After Fred swallowed the grilled sausage, he took a big sip of pumpkin juice. "In the evening, we can also attend the Halloween Eve dinner and have a good and sumptuous dinner."
"You can also attend the 500th birthday party of Nearly Headless Nico." Albert looked up from the newspaper and glanced at Hermione who was arrogantly reminding Harry to abide by the agreement not far away.
"What's a Deathday party?" Lee Jordan asked puzzled.
"It's a gathering of ghosts." Albert withdrew his gaze and continued to read the headlines in the Daily Prophet, explaining casually.
"A gathering of ghosts?" George asked suspiciously, "How did you know about it?"
"Harry Potter mentioned it just now, but you didn't pay attention." Albert motioned the three of them to look sideways. Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting two tables away from them, and they all turned their heads to look over here.
"That sounds interesting." Fred was intrigued.
"Don't be silly. Ghost food doesn't suit human appetite." Albert looked at Fred as if he was a fool and said unhappily, "If you can swallow the moldy and rotten food at the banquet, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Harry's face turned ugly after hearing Albert's words. He didn't want to attend the Deathday party at all. However, he finally gave in to Hermione's gaze. Ron didn't want to go after hearing Albert's words, but was glared at by Hermione. He couldn't help but shrink his neck in guilt. Who had promised to accompany Harry to Nick's Deathday party
"By the way, are you not going to go to Hogsmeade with us later?" Lee Jordan asked tentatively, looking at Albert who was reading the newspaper seriously.
"Well, I have an appointment with someone else." Albert said without looking up.
"Why don't you just say you're going on a date?" Fred rolled his eyes at Albert. Ever since this guy got a girlfriend, he no longer went to Hogsmeade with them.
"What are you reading? Is there any big news in the newspaper?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.
"Well, the wolfsbane potion has been completed. Mr. Damocles made the formula of the potion public and was awarded the Order of Merlin for it." Albert gave a brief introduction.
"Wolfsbane potion, what is that?" the three asked puzzledly. Being able to get the Order of Merlin with just this potion, the Wolfsbane potion was undoubtedly a great invention.
"A potion that will keep a werewolf safe and sound while it transforms."
Albert quickly looked at the formula and mixing process above, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows with a very strange expression.
In fact, Damocles invented the wolfsbane potion a long time ago, but this potion is very difficult to prepare and the raw materials are very expensive, which is not something that werewolves can afford.
Later, Hertok Dagworth also invited Albert to participate in the improvement of werewolf potions. Not only them, but also many famous potion masters participated in it. Although the difficulty of preparing the potion and the price of the raw materials used were reduced a lot, for poor werewolves, there was actually no difference between one hundred Galleons and one thousand Galleons, because they could not afford it anyway.
Of course, the wolfsbane potion is not that expensive, but the price is not something a werewolf can afford.
Albert couldn't help shaking his head after reading it.
"What's wrong?" Fred noticed Albert shaking his head.
“It’s too expensive.”
“Is the price too high?”
"As we all know, werewolves have always been discriminated against by wizards. It is difficult for them to find jobs in the magic world. They are basically a bunch of poor people who can't afford this stuff at all." Albert said unhappily, "They must take wolfsbane potion before the full moon. It costs at least dozens of Galleons every month, not to mention the waste caused by the failure of potion preparation. What's worse is that there are very few wizards who are capable of preparing wolfsbane potion."
The three of them already understood what Albert meant. Wolfsbane potion was indeed a great invention, but werewolves couldn't afford it!
"By the way, if you have time, come with us to Zonko's joke shop. Maybe you can get some useful experience from Zonko." Fred changed the subject. They were not particularly interested in the wolfsbane potion.
"You can talk about the wizard cards." Albert made up an excuse for the three people. "Tell Zuko that you want to open a store selling wizard cards in the future. Remember not to tell Zuko too much about wizard cards, otherwise he will be fooled into saying everything after just a few words."
"We know what to do." Fred and George looked at each other, then took out their notebooks and took some notes so they wouldn't forget them later.
"See you at the dinner." Albert accompanied the three people to the front hall and sent them away under Filch's gaze. Then he slowly took out his pocket watch from his pocket, checked the time, and returned to the auditorium, reading the newspaper while continuing to wait for the agreed time.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
It wasn't long before Albert heard Isobel's voice coming from the side.
"Let's go."
Albert stood up and left the auditorium under the gaze of the girls. Before leaving, he glanced at Mrs. Norris who was checking the list at the feet of Filch in the entrance hall.
"What's wrong?"
Isobel asked halfway to the school gate. She obviously noticed Albert's behavior.
"My previous predictions have never come true." Albert said softly, "But I feel that something may happen at the banquet today."
"Why do you have such an idea?" Isobel felt a little strange.
"It's an intuition." Albert reached out and held the girl's soft hand, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Where are we going later? Are we going to Madam Puddifoot's Tea House?"