Ever since Harry learned the true effect of the Felicis Felix, he temporarily lost interest in this potion that claimed to bring people "good luck".
All right!
Harry actually thinks it's too expensive.
The price of 30 Galleons for a bottle of Felix Felix is not low, but from Albert's tone, even if he could really buy it with money, it would definitely be more than that. It is not surprising that things on the black market can be worth several times the price.
A bottle of magic potion that cannot bring real luck to people is sold at such a high price. How many people are willing to be taken advantage of
At least, Harry didn't want to.
Although the Potter family still has a large amount of Galleons in the vault of Gringotts, they cannot spend money without restraint. If they really spend all the money, the Dursleys may not be willing to give him even a shilling to buy him magic books.
Harry didn't want to taste that.
"He doesn't have so many Galleons," muttered Ron.
Ron's mentality has been a little broken recently. In the past, everyone was a pauper, and Ron would not care too much about the fact that he was poor. After all, no one had money in their pockets. But recently he has been provoked again and again by the people around him, causing him to become very sensitive about money during this period.
"What?" Harry turned his head to look at Ron. He was thinking about something and didn't pay attention to what Ron was saying at all.
"Maybe Albert's family is very rich?" Hermione said casually, "I heard that he was admitted to Eton College, but later chose to go to Hogwarts."
"What?" Ron looked at Hermione in confusion.
"Eton College," Harry corrected. He felt that Eton College must be much better than Smeltings School, where Dudley went. After all, cousin Dudley was not much different from a pig. The difference in intelligence between the two was probably even greater than that between humans and pigs.
"Students who can go to Eton College are all smart top students, and usually need to have a certain level of financial resources..." Hermione was interrupted by Harry before she could finish her words.
"I remember Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff said he was going to Eton. How come he wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw?"
"There are always exceptions. Isn't Albert in Gryffindor?" Hermione said calmly, "Besides, am I not in Gryffindor too?"
Ron didn't pay attention to what Hermione and Harry were saying, his mind was full of Galleons. He knew that Fred and George were planning to open a joke shop with Albert, and he could count how many Galleons the twins had in their pockets with his fingers.
Opening a store requires a lot of money, and their family is destined to be unable to provide them with help, so where does the money come from
Albert paid for it himself
But where did he get such a large sum of money
Home provided
Even if his family is rich, he will not be allowed to squander it.
Moreover, during the summer vacation, Ron saw Fred and George inventing things a lot, but their pockets were still full of Galleons.
Although there is no evidence, Ron suspects that the funding for the twins' research may have come from Albert.
As ridiculous as this may seem, it is very possible.
After all, Albert was willing to give out more than a dozen Galleons every year as prizes for the champion of the Wizard Chess Tournament.
Could it be that his family is really rich
You have to know that even Draco Malfoy has a limited number of Galleons to use.
Oh, how enviable!
"I'm going to the library. Do you want to come with me?" Hermione stopped at the corner and asked Harry and Ron if they wanted to go to the library together.
"Haven't you finished your homework a long time ago?" Ron didn't understand why Hermione went to the library.
"Well, the homework is done. However, I plan to take Ancient Magic Runes as an elective next semester, and Albert suggested that I familiarize myself with it first so that I can better master this subject next semester."
"That sounds difficult," said Harry.
"Fred, George, and Charlie didn't choose Ancient Rune. They said it's hard to master this course." Ron has decided to give up taking Ancient Rune in his third year.
"You may not know that Albert is an expert in ancient runes." Hermione shared the news she had heard with Harry and Ron. "Last time, I heard from several senior students that Albert published a book with others."
"Publish a book?" Harry was very surprised.
"Yeah, I have to go, otherwise there will be no seat later." After saying goodbye to Harry, Hermione went to the library alone.
"That guy is such a winner in life. Why did he spend so many Galleons on Felicis?" Ron looked at Hermione's departing back and said sourly, "To avoid being attacked?"
Harry didn't pay attention to what Ron said; he was distracted by Filch's cursing.
At this moment, the administrator was yelling about the water accumulation in the corridor.
Ron looked at Filch's departing back and said gloatingly: "It seems that Filch is in trouble!"
Ever since Mrs. Norris was attacked, Filch had often been on guard nearby, and students passing by here were often troubled by the administrator for various reasons.
When Harry and Ron passed by, they knew why Filch was so angry.
A large pool of water had seeped out from under the door of the girls' bathroom, covering most of the hallway, and as you got closer you could hear Myrtle's cries echoing through the bathroom.
"What's wrong with her?" Ron wanted to take a longer route. If he waded through it directly, his boots and robe would probably get wet.
"I don't know, let's go check it out."
Harry reached out and lifted up his robe, stepped on the puddles and walked towards the door with the "Out of Order" notice. As usual, the two ignored the notice board and the girls' bathroom and walked in directly.
If it were anyone else, they would have been scared away by the loud, shrill crying.
"What's going on?" Harry looked at Myrtle, who was crying on the toilet bowl.
Myrtle said miserably: "I was here thinking about how I was going to die, and suddenly someone threw something at my head."
"I remember ghosts can't feel pain at all," Ron said suddenly. "Even if someone throws something at you, it will go straight through you."
Harry felt bad.
The next moment, a stream of water gushed out of the toilet, splashing Harry and Ron.
Myrtle put her hands on her hips, glared at Harry and Ron, and screamed, "Everyone, come and throw things at Myrtle, because she can't feel anything! Ten points for the belly, fifty points for the head!"
"Who hit you with something?" Harry took a few steps back and quickly changed the subject.
"I don't know..." said Myrtle, glaring at them. "It's right there."
Harry and Ron looked in the direction Myrtle pointed and saw a small, thin black-covered book lying on the ground, wet with water.
As Harry picked the book up from the floor he saw that it was a diary, and the faded date on the cover indicated that it was fifty years old.
Just as Harry was about to open it, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"What are you doing here?" Albert appeared at the door of the bathroom, looked at the two people inside, frowned slightly and reminded, "I just saw Filch, he is coming over here with a mop. If he knew you entered the girls' bathroom, he would definitely be happy to find an excuse to put you in detention and let others know about it.
Harry hurried away with his notebook, completely unaware of the light flashing under Albert's glasses behind him.