"From what Professor Lupin taught in class, it's not hard to tell that he plans to focus on the content of the book 'Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense', so that everyone can get high scores in the O.W.Ls exams, rather than teaching us some more practical magic."
After leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Lee Jordan briefly explained his analysis. In fact, he knew that several of his roommates understood it, but he still couldn't help but sigh: "He is indeed a competent professor, but looking at the way Professor Lupin is dressed, it seems that he is not having a good time?"
"I think I know the reason." Albert said mysteriously.
"What's the reason?" The three of them turned their heads and asked.
"No evidence has been found yet. However, if my guess is correct, it's best not to let other people know about this, otherwise Professor Lupin will probably have to resign." Albert had no plans to tell his three roommates that "Professor Lupin is a werewolf" for the time being.
"Tsk, you're keeping me on suspense again."
"So serious?"
"Could it really be Black in disguise?"
The three of them were very curious about what secret Albert had discovered again.
Why is it that since everyone’s eyes are on their heads and they all study in the same classroom, he can discover so many secrets that others don’t know.
"Hmm." Albert said noncommittally.
Professor Lupin’s experience is sympathetic, but we should still be wary of creatures like werewolves.
"However, now I roughly understand why many wizards working in the Ministry of Magic can't recite a decent Shield Charm..." Fred was interrupted by George before he finished his complaint.
"I remember you complained about something similar before." George continued Fred's unfinished complaint, "Are you trying to say that with this kind of teaching model, if people don't spend a lot of time on self-study, it's impossible to get good grades in Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
"You two are so boring." Lee Jordan couldn't help rolling his eyes as he looked at the twins complaining about each other.
If the three had not received training from Albert, they would not be much better than others in defense against the dark arts.
"Don't say that. If the wizarding world is not like this, how can we enter the field of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the future and make money from this cash cow?"
Affected by Black's prison escape, the atmosphere in the entire wizarding world is very tense. If in a few years, the wizarding world is really in chaos as Albert predicted, then the protective props with the effect of defending against dark magic can really make the four of them rich.
As for, expecting chaos in the wizarding world to make money is immoral.
All they can say is that this is the future, and as students they are unable and powerless to change the outcome.
After getting along with each other for these years, they have all been influenced by Albert and have matured a lot. At the same time, they also firmly believe that Albert can help them realize their dream of running a joke shop.
Albert is really amazing and knows a lot of things.
Just like those omniscient prophets.
No, in the three people's minds, Albert is more powerful than those guys.
When they went to the hall for dinner, they passed by the Slytherin table and saw a group of Slytherin students huddled together, talking about something.
Lee Jordan looked at the crowd a few more times, and as soon as he sat down, he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He muttered, "I'll go ask someone," and then got up and left.
After a while, Lee Jordan came back with a piece of news:
Draco Malfoy was in the hospital wing after being mauled by a Hippogriff during his Care of Magical Creatures class.
"Hippogriff?"
George, with his mouth full of fried eggs, mumbled, "Hagrid didn't bring an Acromantula into the class, but instead brought a Hippogriff into the class first?"
"The Care of Magical Creatures class will be very interesting. I heard that Harry rode a Hippogriff to fly around in the sky." Lee Jordan said with anticipation, "I wonder if we will have the opportunity to ride a Hippogriff to fly around in the sky. It will definitely be different from riding a broom."
"There's no saddle or reins on a hippogriff. You'll just feel your butt hurting and worry about whether you'll fall from the sky." Albert poured cold water on Lee Jordan without any hesitation and asked, "What stupid thing did Malfoy do to be attacked by a hippogriff?"
"I heard that he insulted a hippogriff, so his arm was scratched by the angry hippogriff." Lee Jordan recalled the information he had heard.
"Calling that guy a little idiot doesn't really slander him. Only those spoiled kids would do such stupid things." George said contemptuously, "Why didn't the hippogriff kill him with one claw?"
"Hagrid must have stopped it." Fred looked very regretful. "It would be nice if the little fool lost an arm."
"It seems that wizards have not yet developed a potion that can make severed limbs grow again?" Albert thought of Professor Kettlebur who resigned last semester.
If such a magic potion really existed, given the friendship between Professor Kettlebur and Professor Dumbledore, he would definitely not have lost both his hands and feet.
"Probably not." Fred shook his head. "At least, I've never heard of such a magical potion. I really hope Malfoy's injury is not serious."
"I think Madam Pomfrey can cure him in a short time." Lee Jordan frowned slightly when he talked about this, "but Malfoy is still in the school hospital and refuses to leave."
"The little idiot is pretending to be injured. He must be trying to take this opportunity to cause trouble for Hagrid. This is a common trick used by the Malfoy family." Fred said contemptuously.
"Albert, what do you think?" George asked.
Albert noticed the way the three of them were looking at him, and said helplessly, "Last semester, I told Hagrid not to bring dangerous magical creatures into the classroom."
"Did you expect this to happen?" George raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I just didn't expect Hagrid to cause trouble on the first day of school. It can be considered a record." There was a hint of helplessness in Albert's tone.
When he had said those words to Hagrid last term, he had guessed that this might be the result.
"Did you predict this would happen?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.
"Some things can be guessed without predictions," Albert said calmly.
"I thought you would stop him." Fred looked surprised.
"How do you think I should stop him?" Albert looked at his three roommates and asked, "Do you think I should ask him to do this or that, or not do this or that, just for Hagrid's sake, like a child?"
"No, I didn't mean that," Fred apologized shamefacedly.
"Hagrid is an adult with his own ideas and needs to be responsible for his own actions." Albert calmly stated a fact, "And I am just a person, not a god. All I can do is give him some kind advice in advance."
"However, the little idiot was lucky. He was only slightly injured." George quickly changed the subject. "In fact, it was also Hagrid's good luck. If the little idiot had lost an arm, the Malfoy family would never let it go."
"No, you're overthinking it. Given Malfoy's character, he will definitely put pressure on the school board to ask the school to expel Hagrid." Fred knew Malfoy's character very well, and he would never let this matter go.
"No, Malfoy has already left the school board. They no longer have that kind of influence." Albert shook his head. "Besides, Professor Dumbledore will come forward to vouch for Hagrid. With the headmaster's status and authority, the British and even European wizarding worlds need to give him some respect."
"As for the Ministry of Magic, there is even less need to worry. Hagrid was imprisoned in Azkaban prison for no reason some time ago. If it happens again, the gossip reporters at the Daily Prophet will not let go of this big news." Albert said meaningfully: "After all, what is the matter with the Ministry of Magic always targeting the game keeper of Hogwarts?"
Once this kind of thing is exposed, it would be like throwing the face of the Ministry of Magic to the ground and crushing it underfoot.
In fact, if the person injured was not Malfoy but other students, things might have calmed down quickly.
After all, Malfoy had brought it upon himself, and he had only suffered minor injuries.
"However, the Care of Magical Creatures class is ruined." Albert sighed helplessly, "Maybe Hagrid will let us touch, observe or raise some harmless creatures next, such as..."
"Flobberworm?" said Fred casually.
"Yes, maybe the next class we will learn is how to raise Flobberworms." Albert put down the fork that he had just raised to his mouth, and suddenly felt that he had no appetite.
"You don't want to eat?" George asked curiously.
It was rare to see any leftover food on Albert's plate.
Albert took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "We shouldn't talk about those disgusting things while eating. It makes people lose their appetite."
"Oh, what a good class."
After hearing what Albert said, the three of them no longer had any expectations for Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class.
"Fortunately, we won't have to waste time on this class if we take another year of Care of Magical Creatures."
"Anyway, I don't plan to continue studying Care of Magical Creatures. I plan to give up a few courses next semester." Albert estimated in his mind, "Probably keep the five main courses, plus Mathematical Divination and Ancient Magic Runes."
"Next year, we may only have two or three subjects," said Fred, smiling, "Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Charms. I doubt if my Transfiguration will meet Professor McGonagall's requirements."
"As long as you can achieve a good grade, you should be able to meet Professor McGonagall's requirements." Albert told the three people what he knew, "If you want to continue your studies in the sixth grade, your grades must at least be good."
"That's not easy." Fred muttered, "Not everyone can easily get a bunch of excellent scores like you."