"How was the date? Did it go well?"
As soon as he opened the dormitory door, Albert heard Fred's teasing voice coming from the room.
"What are you doing?"
After Albert entered the room, he closed the door behind him, looked up at Fred who was floating in the air and greeting him, and asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"We're trying to make Honeydukes' Fizzy Bees, do you mind if we use up some of the chocolate in that cupboard?" Fred raised his hand and pointed to the cupboard where Albert kept gifts from strangers.
"No problem."
Albert didn't care at all. He wasn't going to eat them anyway, and the candies and other sweets in there would be given away as gifts.
"I brought you some midnight snacks."
As he spoke, he placed the bag of hot hash browns on the table and said to Fred, who was floating in the air, "You didn't put too much Billywig powder in the chocolate, did you?"
"No, we just mix a little Billywig sting powder into the chocolate. Eating a small piece can make people float for a few minutes." George took out the remaining chocolate and asked Albert if he wanted one.
"There's more Bilivig's stinging powder. You can recall how long the Zizi Bee Candy can make the user float." Albert walked to the cabinet, took out the milk tea powder from it, turned around and asked, "Do you want some?"
"Is it a lot?"
"Of course a lot. What if someone eats too much of this and develops a severe allergy? What if it causes them to float in the air permanently?" Albert went downstairs with a teapot to make tea.
"I think Albert is making a fuss out of nothing." Fred muttered softly as he looked at the door that had closed again.
Of course he knew that what Albert said made sense, but...
"Okay, stop complaining. Albert is right. Are you going to close the joke prop store because of such a trivial matter?" Lee Jordan opened the oil paper bag and placed the hot potato and egg pancakes on the washed plate.
"Okay, come and look at the wizard card I just made. This is one of the ones I am most satisfied with so far."
Lee Jordan handed the "Hard-Hard Victory" card to George who was about to steal a bite.
With Albert's deliberate training, Lee Jordan became more and more proficient in making wizard cards.
"Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold." George muttered, reluctantly retracted his hand, and took the wizard card handed to him by Lee Jordan.
Fred reached out and grabbed George's shoulder to steady himself, then leaned over to see the effect of the card. "It still feels a little off."
"What's missing?"
Albert came back with the teapot and poured each of them a cup of milk tea. While handing them the cups, he took the wizard card from George.
"It's okay, but the effect description is indeed a bit lacking. After George graduates from school, he will probably have the ability to develop wizard cards independently." Albert put away "Hard-Hard Victory" and prepared to find time to revise it.
Albert noticed the progress of several people and was generally satisfied. Although he could do better, he couldn't do everything.
Otherwise, how can I steal in the future... Well, how can I let them run the store in the future.
"After you finish eating, go to bed early." Albert took a sip of milk tea and said to the people who started yawning, "Don't forget, you still have a lot of homework to do tomorrow."
"Are you a devil? What if you have nightmares at night?"
"Then let's go to bed first."
"You should go to bed early too, good night!"
Albert continued to drink the milk tea in his cup while watching the people going to bed one after another. He took out the Marauder's Map from the pocket of his robe. His sight quickly fell on the location of the Gryffindor Tower. He murmured softly, "There are so many troubles tonight!"
“Who says it’s not?”
The door suddenly creaked open, and another familiar voice came into the room.
"I didn't expect you to come. Did something happen?" Albert looked up at the floating teacup and frowned deeply. This was not a good sign.
"No, I'm just here to make things go more smoothly!" Another voice said calmly, "This is our first meeting!"
"No, we haven't met!" Albert shook his head.
"Okay? You're right? How about playing a game of wizard chess? We still have plenty of time." The other person was in a very happy mood, and it was obvious that things had been successful in the end.
“Who will win?”
"Is it important?"
"It doesn't matter? It's all the same anyway."
As the night deepened, the game of wizard chess between the two was still undecided. They did not care about the direction of the game and chatted casually about what would happen next.
In fact, doing so, to some extent, has violated dozens of laws formulated by the Ministry of Magic for the time-turner, which is enough to send Albert to Azkaban prison, but no one sitting here cares about this.
After all, no one knows that he has broken the law, so he naturally doesn't worry about anyone causing trouble for him.
"In order to make the plan go smoothly, I found myself working very hard." Albert couldn't help but laugh at himself after finishing the milk tea in the cup.
"It's us," another voice corrected.
Albert's eyes fell on the landing point map. Finally... Is it about to begin
At this moment, in the Gryffindor common room, a dark shadow sneaked down the stairs, quickly pushed open the door of the common room, and disappeared into the deep night.
"The Fat Lady went out to visit friends in the middle of the night tonight," said another voice.
"Thank you for your hard work." Albert already knew what the other party was here for.
"Tell me, will we change anything?" Albert suddenly asked.
"Don't you already have the answer?" the man said, "Novels are just novels after all. The future hasn't happened yet. If it does happen, it will happen in the future and has nothing to do with the plot of the novel."
Albert didn't answer, his eyes following Ginny Weasley.
I don't know how much time had passed before a sneaky figure appeared in the Gryffindor common room again.
This time, the man was holding an oil lamp in his hand, wrapped in a thick cloak, with a camera hanging around his neck, and he staggered down the stairs.
Ever since he heard Albert's words at noon, Colin Creevey had been feeling inexplicably irritated. He realized that he might have done something wrong.
Originally, Colin planned to visit Harry with the grapes sent to him by his family this morning and apologize to him, but Madam Pomfrey refused his visit on the grounds that Harry needed to rest.
However, Colin did not give up the idea of visiting the patient. He planned to sneak to the school hospital to visit Harry after Madam Pomfrey had rested.
There was an inexplicable chill in the corridor late at night, and Colin couldn't help but tighten his cloak. He looked very nervous, worried that he would be caught by Filch.
Harry had finally won the Quidditch match and scored 50 extra points for Gryffindor House. How would he face him if all his efforts on the Quidditch field were wasted because he was caught for a night out
However, this did not deter him from visiting Harry.
However, what Colin didn't know was that he had just made a wrong decision. The moment he left the Gryffindor common room, he was already being targeted by more than one person.