The room was eerily quiet, with only the rustling sound of the quill pen across paper.
At the desk by the window, Albert was concentrating on writing something, and there were a few crumpled papers at the foot of the table.
I don't know how long he has been sitting there. The cup of black tea on the table has long been cold, but Albert picked it up without caring, took a sip, and continued to write something in his notebook seriously. The hand of the pocket watch placed on the wooden box has quietly slid towards three o'clock in the afternoon.
Albert finally took his eyes off his notebook, put down his quill, stood up and stretched his muscles, and said to himself: "I guess I am the lowest 'conspirator' in history."
"Well, probably not even a 'conspirator'."
Albert doesn't like to be associated with words like "conspirator" or "mastermind". After all, he is a good man, and how can a good man be a "conspirator" or "mastermind"
However, in order to obtain the panel task rewards, he did his best to plan for himself.
Otherwise, with Albert's style, he would prefer to throw the trouble (Tom's diary) directly to Professor Dumbledore to solve, just like Professor Quirrell last year, all problems can be solved head on.
Of course, I don’t deny that this is an evasive approach, but there is nothing wrong with being able to solve the problem in the simplest way, and it is also very safe.
Anyway, Albert never thought of himself as a savior, nor did he think he was brave enough. When it comes to his own life and death, who wouldn't be afraid of death
All right!
Perhaps Professor Dumbledore was not afraid of death, but Albert felt that if possible, their headmaster would not want to die.
He read his plan carefully several times.
Ever since he locked Tom Riddle's diary in the small dark room, Albert has been writing follow-up plans and making preparations, taking into account everything that might happen in the future, deleting and reducing things, and preparing many countermeasures so that he can escape unscathed if he encounters danger.
Of course, if possible, it is best not to encounter danger, so that you can survive and reap the greatest benefits.
Well, he is just more cautious.
Albert never thought that he lacked the courage of a Gryffindor.
You have to know that most Gryffindor students don't have the courage to face the basilisk.
Albert actually had no doubt about what would happen to those people if they encountered the basilisk.
I guess he would be killed instantly by the basilisk's eyes!
In fact, no matter who you are, when you don't understand the basilisk, you will face such a risk. If it weren't for the protection of the author of the novel, Albert had no doubt that the lucky people who were petrified by the basilisk would have died long ago.
If it were me, would I have that kind of luck
To be honest, Albert is not a person who likes to gamble on luck, and he doesn't think his luck is that good. The so-called magic wand that can bring good luck is just talk.
He prefers to plan and strategize, but unfortunately his talent in this area is only average, otherwise he would definitely be able to do better.
Albert took off his flat-framed glasses, gently touched his brow with his fingers, and his eyes fell on his glasses. This was the last life-saving trump card Nicolas Flamel prepared for him.
As for whether the protective magic on the glasses is reliable, Albert just hopes that he never has the chance to try out the effects of this pair of glasses.
Taking the pocket watch away, he reached out to open the wooden box, placed the diary in the compartment above the wooden box, and moved his eyes down to the several items in the box.
The first is the detection ball used to detect dark creatures. Once the basilisk starts to move, he will receive the alarm from the detection ball in the first time so that he can seize the opportunity and prepare countermeasures.
Not long ago, a snake repellent bullet was made from ground realgar powder. Albert did not expect to use it to drive away the basilisk, as long as it could make the basilisk hesitate for a moment and buy him a few seconds. The best case scenario was that without Tom's control, the basilisk would actively avoid the area of realgar powder.
Of course, if the snake repellent bullets were ineffective, Albert had another weapon ready. Basilisks were afraid of the crowing of roosters. The house elves helped him raise a large group of roosters. When Tom's diary was released from the small dark room, the elf ball would become a chicken coop for the roosters.
If these roosters are not put to good use, they can be used to make chicken soup, which is two uses. I just don't know if the house-elves will eat the chicken soup.
Of course, Albert's preparations are not limited to these. There is also a magic stone wall for rapid deformation. As long as it is thrown out, it can cooperate with the deformation magic to quickly create a stone wall to completely block the corridor. Albert doesn't know whether the basilisk will bang its head against the wall. If it wants to, let it do it. Anyway, it is a prop to delay time.
He also dug out some worn-out armor and rusty weapons from the garbage dump of the Room of Requirement and formed two cannon fodder armored knights. They were able to move under the spell and, when necessary, could actively attack the basilisk to cover their own escape, which was also very suitable for delaying time.
There is also the Arrow Needle that targets the basilisk's eyes. After this thing is thrown out, it will actively lock onto large creatures. I learned this from Professor Flitwick. As for whether you can hit the basilisk's eyes, it all depends on luck.
There are also sticky balls used to limit the basilisk's movement. Throwing them out can create a small sticky area. Unfortunately, Albert can't expand the range of the sticky swamp.
Finally, there is the flying broom used for escape. If the time really comes to escape, he certainly can't run as fast as the basilisk, so riding a broom to escape is also a good option.
However, Albert felt that the possibility of him using a flying broom was not high.
Most of the things in the box were used to survive. From the very beginning, Albert had no intention of confronting the basilisk head-on. After all, the basilisk's eyes were too dangerous for him.
Of course, even if he really encountered a desperate situation, he actually had a more shameless time-converting escape method to use, but Albert didn't really want to use this trick. Things like time converters needed to be used very carefully, otherwise who knows what would happen if they were used suddenly without preparation.
Even with a bunch of contingency plans and magical items for escape, Albert still couldn't feel at ease.
"I always feel like something is missing." Albert checked the items in the box again and frowned slightly. He felt that he had forgotten something very important.
Wandering around the table, muttering to himself, Albert finally knew what was missing from the box.
Fuling agent.
That's right, he ran out of Felicity.
When it comes to your own safety, you naturally need to have a lucky potion with you. Although the lucky potion is not omnipotent, drinking it can stimulate your potential in a short period of time. Coupled with a series of advance preparations, the probability of success will undoubtedly increase a lot.
Albert immediately sat back at his desk and wrote a letter to the potion master Mr. Hector, expressing his hope to buy some Felixir from him and the price was negotiable.
I believe Mr. Hetok will not cheat me for a few Galleons, he is not short of money.
Albert thought about it and wrote another letter to Bud, asking if they had any stock of Felixir.
After he got the Felicis, he could arrange for Tom to go on the journey. He was always worried about the threat. It would be best if he could arrange this matter before Easter.