"Why do we have to stay here and do our holiday homework now?"
The next day at noon, Fred finally couldn't stand it anymore. He threw the quill in his hand on the table, put his hand on his chin, turned his head to look out the window of the library, and complained in a low voice: "Albert, that bastard, actually sneaked away by himself."
"He should be finishing his holiday homework soon," Lee Jordan said without looking up. "If you finish your holiday homework, you can go out and walk around."
"You should go and complain to Professor Dumbledore and ask him why he doesn't cancel the exams for other subjects as well." George put his quill on the table and said to Fred and Lee Jordan, "So we don't have to stay in the library doing holiday homework in such good weather."
"It's obvious that that's impossible." Fred looked away from the window, looked at Harry and his group of three who were whispering to each other across the street, and asked curiously, "Have you come up with any good ideas?"
"I have some clues, but this kind of thing can only be done once." Hermione looked up and looked around, lowering her voice and said, "If the plan fails, the other party will definitely be more vigilant, and it will be more difficult to succeed later."
"Tell me what you are going to do?" Lee Jordan also put down his quill and looked up at Hermione. He has always been interested in making trouble.
Fred and George were equally curious about how Hermione was going to make old Malfoy lose his house-elf.
"Send him something to wear, like a pair of smelly socks," Harry said, taking over Hermione's words, using "he" instead of Lucius Malfoy.
After being repeatedly educated by Albert, Harry gradually developed a sense of confidentiality.
"If he opens the package and sees a stinky sock inside, he will probably be so angry that he will throw the package away. As long as the house-elf is present and takes the package, it will be equivalent to obtaining the 'clothes' inside the package."
"It's worth a try." Fred thought for a moment and reminded, "However, wizard families are usually very careful not to let house-elves touch clothes. You'd better let the house-elf cooperate with your actions, and don't let the other party know that there are socks in the package. Otherwise, he will definitely let the house-elf deal with the disgusting package full of garbage. Get the package and take out the socks inside, and the poor house-elf will be free."
"I don't think your methods are reliable." George muttered.
"Then what method do you think is more reliable?" Hermione asked.
"Of course, let Albert speak and curse that guy to lose his own house-elf." George and Fred looked at each other and said in unison: "Believe me, there is nothing more vicious than Albert's 'curse'."
Harry, Ron and Hermione were speechless. It was not the first time they heard Fred and George tease Albert.
There's nothing you can do about it. Many of the things he said happened.
The latest victim was the unlucky Lockhart. Fred, George and Lee Jordan even wondered if Lockhart was so unlucky because of Albert's mouth.
"Where are the Alberts?" asked Hermione.
"She's probably going on a date with him, and she wants to talk to him about something?" Fred turned his head and looked at Hermione, blinking mischievously. He felt that after being "saved" by Albert, Hermione was very likely to become his admirer.
"I heard that he said Professor Lockhart was a..." Hermione hesitated. To be honest, it was hard for her to accept the fact that Professor Lockhart was a liar.
"Oh, that liar!" George had long since determined that Lockhart was a liar.
"Alas, the truth is often so cruel." Fred spread his hands helplessly and said, "I heard from Albert that the stories Lockhart wrote were not his experiences. Instead, he stole the achievements of others. He also used the Oblivion Charm on the other party in a very bad way, making the other party forget these things so that he could take those deeds for himself."
"That's hard to believe," muttered Hermione.
"I don't think Albert needs to discredit a professor!" Ron supported Albert on this matter. "I think you should know how poorly Lockhart is in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"We even suspected that Professor Dumbledore might also know about those things. When the headmaster heard Albert talking about this matter, he was very calm and did not even try to make excuses for Lockhart. You know, Professor McGonagall's expression at that time was quite interesting."
In everyone's description, Lockhart turned into an extremely despicable and liar writer.
"He deserves what he has ended up like this!" muttered Harry. After hearing what Albert said about what Lockhart had done, he no longer had any sympathy for Lockhart.
"I heard that Lockhart has become a poor creature who can't even talk or walk and needs care from others every day. He can only spend the rest of his life in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries." Lee Jordan seemed very satisfied with Lockhart's fate. He even saw Madam Pomfrey personally send Lockhart away this morning.
Hermione was not stupid, and of course she knew that most of the students and professors in the school didn't like Lockhart.
Last night, when Professor Dumbledore announced that Lockhart could no longer serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, even the professors in the seats were smiling, which showed how unpopular he was in the school.
"What a poor fellow." Fred said with a hint of gloating in his tone.
"And I know there'll be another poor fellow in school soon!" said George mysteriously.
"Who?" Ron, who had been busy copying homework, couldn't help but ask.
"Kenneth Toller!" Fred and George both laughed maliciously.
"Is that the guy who sold the amulet?" Harry had some impression of Kenneth Toller, the black market profiteer. He spent more than ten Galleons to buy the amulet from him.
Last time, he used this to trick Malfoy at the Dueling Club.
"Kenneth has always wanted to make a fortune by selling amulets. Now that the attack is over, I dare say all the amulets he got from outside will be lost." George knew that Kenneth Toller made a small fortune by selling amulets.
"He also wanted to ask Albert to make a special batch." Lee Jordan remembered something and couldn't help laughing. "I dare say Albert had guessed the result at that time, so he didn't agree to cooperate with him. That guy didn't have any vigilance at all, he deserves to pay the money."
"No, no, he was too greedy, and he met the evil Albert, so he deserved it." Fred, George and Lee Jordan didn't like Kenneth Toller very much. They also didn't think Albert was wrong for not telling Kenneth the truth.
Albert, who is unanimously believed to be a bad guy, is now under the reproachful gaze from the opposite side. Isobel is very dissatisfied with Albert's behavior of risking his life.
"I never like to take risks," Albert said seriously, "nor do I do anything without preparation."
"There's a saying that plans can never keep up with changes." Isobel slapped away Albert's hand that was secretly stretched out, and continued to lecture him, "That was a basilisk. You almost died. Do you know that my heart skipped a beat when I heard that you were attacked?"
"Let me hear if your heart has really stopped," Albert put his head close to Isobel's chest, "If it has stopped, I can give you CPR massage."
"Stop it!" Isobel pushed Albert's head aside and complained, "Gryffindor students are always keen on adventures, no matter what form of adventure."
"Okay, don't be angry, let's go over there and take a look!" Albert saw several girls coming towards this side in a group, and he casually pointed to a flower bed with blooming flowers in the courtyard and said.
Isobel saw the girls whispering and guessed the reason.
"I really don't know why girls are so curious." Albert joked to himself, "Could it be that my charm is really that great?"
"You've never been as popular as you are now. Don't forget, you're also the International Wizard Chess Champion and have published a lot of articles in magazines." Isobel didn't object, and stood up and followed Albert towards the flower bed away from the girls. "Besides, you're not ugly."
"I prefer it when you say I'm handsome."
"Handsome?" Isobel stopped and stared at Albert for a long time, then reached out and held his face to look at him carefully before saying seriously, "Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to describe him as a pretty boy."
"Only those who are jealous of me would think that I am a pretty boy, and girls prefer pretty boys no matter where they are." Albert didn't care about this title at all. "Maybe, they should look at my heroic side. Compared with most of the rough boys in the school, I can obviously bring more sense of security to everyone. At least, most people who know me think I am reliable. Well, why do you look at me like this?"
"It's rare to see you being narcissistic!" Isobel chuckled.
"I'm just stating the facts." Albert retorted unhappily, "Young girls care about appearance, and when they grow up, they value fame, money and power more. That's where the real charm lies. As for talent, as far as I know, the number of Muggle wizards who have become Ministers of Magic can be counted on one hand."
"Girls are not as bad as you think!" Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly, obviously dissatisfied with such biased statement.
"No, I'm just more realistic." Albert stopped dwelling on this and said, "I know exactly where my strengths are."
"Famous and talented?"
"A rich, famous, talented, sunny and handsome young man will definitely be popular with girls." Albert was not embarrassed at all. "As for power, I don't think I am bragging. No one can compete with me for the position of class leader and student union president."
"Last night, Mr. Brod hinted to me that when I come of age, I will become a candidate for membership in the Wizengamot. Well, I am following in Professor Dumbledore's footsteps, and I have an advantage over the headmaster."
Although there was no precedent for Muggle wizards becoming members of the Wizengamot, this was not a problem for the Wildsmith family.
When Albert grows up, his achievements will be more than these. By then, even if some members of the Wizengamot oppose it, they will have to admit his status. After all, he has a lot of people behind him.
This is one of the hidden benefits of being an heir.
Otherwise, no outstanding Muggle wizard would be able to become a member of the Wizengamot.
Although Albert didn't care about that position, in his opinion the British wizarding world was so small that he had no interest in getting involved in it.
"According to you, I got a great bargain?" Isobel found it a little funny after hearing this.
"That's good to know!" Albert proudly took the girl's hand and went to a secluded corner, letting the lush flowers block the sight of other girls.
Isobel couldn't help but roll her eyes and jokingly said, "Is it the aftereffect of drinking too much Felixir?"
"The Fuling potion is indeed a good thing." Albert sighed softly, "Unfortunately, it is too difficult to brew."
"You still have some left, don't you?" Isobel said unhappily. "You can't drink too much of that stuff."
"Sometimes, a few minutes of luck can save your life." Albert said meaningfully. He once thought of turning the Felixir into "cod liver oil". Taking one pill when needed would bring him half an hour of luck. Then he wouldn't have to worry about the Felixir being too toxic.
“The last few years may not be peaceful.” Noticing Isobel’s confusion, Albert explained softly.
"Great prophet, have you predicted something again?" Isobel picked a flower from the flower bed and asked casually.
"Chaos and war. This incident is just a foreshadowing." Albert said mysteriously, "It is related to the mysterious man and Harry Potter. I remember telling you about this before."
Sometimes, Albert felt that he had more and more potential to become a charlatan.
"Oh, that means it has nothing to do with you." Isobel poked Albert's chest with her finger and reminded him, "Harry Potter is the savior, not you."
"I know I'm not one of them, but no one can stay out of it," Albert said with a smile. "The turmoil is a disaster for everyone, but also an opportunity. I will be prepared in advance."
"Always mysterious." Isobel muttered. She didn't like the so-called turmoil, but she did not deny the news revealed by Albert.
This guy is always mysterious, like a closed book, making people want to open it and take a peek at what's inside.
It is undeniable that the sense of mystery is indeed attractive.
"That's what prophecy is like. People who spy on fate always make themselves look mysterious." Albert blinked and said, "In your words, it's just pretentiousness."
"I think you were lying to me just now." Isobel said, staring into Albert's eyes.
"No, I'm telling the truth," Albert assured without blinking.
"A good liar can also use the truth to deceive people." Isobel almost said that Albert was a liar, especially in some aspects he liked to lie.
"I have never lied to you!" Albert almost took out his heart and showed it to Isobel.
"Someone told me that you were a playboy."
“Who is it?”
"Some guy who wanted to find three or two girlfriends now has more than that number."
"How can you slander someone's innocence like this?" Albert said in a feigned anger, "Besides, I have never provoked Katrina."
Although that is the dream of most men, Albert is self-aware and knows that it is more practical to choose a tree than a forest.
At this moment, an owl landed in front of them, breaking the atmosphere created by the two.
Albert took the note and read its contents.
Hagrid invited him to tea, apparently to thank Albert for his help.
"Will you come together?"
"No." Isobel shook her head and said, "I think you two must have something to talk about. See you tonight!"
"You will graduate from school next semester," Albert said suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
"Maybe I should buy a house in Hogsmeade."
"Have you got a lot of Galleons?"
"Don't forget, I'm a fortune teller. I can easily make a lot of money by making a simple prediction." Albert added: "Of course, if we can find the right Vanishing Cabinet, we can meet in Hogsmeade Village often, and you don't have to worry about me being snatched away by others."
Isobel couldn't help but roll her eyes and asked, "Will you be taken away by someone else?"
"Won't."
"Then why should I worry."
It made so much sense that Albert found himself unable to refute it, but he knew Isobel would agree.
After separating from Isobel, Albert went to Hagrid's hut alone.
"Your girlfriend didn't come with you?" Hagrid asked in surprise when he found Albert alone.
"Did you see it?" Albert asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"You're much better than Harry's father at chasing girlfriends," Hagrid said with emotion. "He put a lot of effort into chasing Lily."
"What kind of man is he?" Albert asked. "I mean Harry's father."
"Very clever, very fond of getting into trouble, but James was a good man," Hagrid recalled. "Lily was a good person too."
"It seems you met someone you know in Azkaban?" Albert knew who Hagrid met in Azkaban, so he asked, "How is that place?"
"It's bad, it's terrible. Thank you for letting me get out of that damn place so early. I never want to see those Azkaban guards again." Speaking of Azkaban, Hagrid couldn't help shivering, as if he recalled something bad.
"No, believe me, you will see them again soon." Albert said after thinking for a while.
"That's not good news," Hagrid muttered. "What did you predict?"
"I didn't predict anything." Albert said calmly, "But ever since Harry Potter came to Hogwarts, the school has been in turmoil. I have no doubt that something will happen next semester."
"It's best if nothing happens."
Hagrid poured Albert a cup of tea and said gratefully, "I heard from Dumbledore that you uncovered all the secrets and were attacked by a basilisk."
"Harry avenged me." Albert glanced at the Daily Prophet spread out on the table and asked, "Are you looking for the Ministry of Magic to help you clarify the article?"
"Yeah, I spent the whole morning looking for it, and found it in the lower corner of the third page," Hagrid muttered. "To be honest, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have any sincerity in doing this."
"That's normal, Hagrid." Albert took a sip of tea and sneered, "Do you still expect the Minister of Magic to apologize to you? Even if Fudge made a mistake, he wouldn't do that before he caused public outrage, otherwise it would undermine his authority."
"You hate Fudge," Hagrid asked carefully.
"No, I should say I hate all politicians." Albert said without hesitation, "As for Fudge, given his character, he will probably be driven out of office in the end."
Hagrid just forced a smile. He could see that Albert didn't like Fudge very much, so he changed the subject. "By the way, Dumbledore has agreed that I can take over Professor Kettlebur's position as the professor of Care of Magical Creatures."
"I don't recommend you use the 'Monster Book of Monsters' as a textbook. Believe me, many students won't like that."
"Why."
"Because that book will bite you." Albert reminded: "No one wants to be bitten while reading a book, and we are not as thick-skinned as you."
Hagrid was a little disappointed. This was obviously different from what he expected.
"Hagrid, there are some things you need to remember." Albert reminded Hagrid, "The students are not you, and they are not as enthusiastic about this course as you are. Most of the gods