"Any updates?"
Lee Jordan spread a large amount of jam on the bread in his hand, turned his head to look at Albert who was flipping through the Daily Prophet, and asked casually.
"Sirius Black shows up."
Albert put the newspaper on the table and tapped the location of the report with his index finger. "A Muggle saw him far away from here and called the hotline. Sirius Black disappeared before the people from the Ministry of Magic arrived."
"A place far from here?" George leaned over and looked at the contents of the newspaper. He muttered, "It sounds weird."
"Sirius Black is trying to divert other people's attention." Albert said his speculation, "Don't forget, as long as you use Apparition, any wizard can reach any place in Britain in a short time."
"Can you divine the location where Sirius Black will appear?" Lee Jordan asked in a low voice.
"It should be possible, but it will still be difficult to catch Sirius Black." Albert could certainly catch Black, but now was not the time to catch him.
"I hate fortune-telling."
Fred, who was copying his Divination homework, let out a cry of pain.
"Who told you not to take some time to finish copying that stuff?"
"The guy who doesn't have to do his homework shut up," Fred said to his twin brother. "Help me stuff that guy's mouth with bread."
"What flavor do you want?" George asked with a smile.
"Orange flavor, don't put too much... jam." Albert paused, and he found an owl flying towards him and threw the envelope on the table in front of him.
It was not surprising to the few people, as Albert received a letter on average every two days.
"Who sent it?"
"Old thief." Albert glanced at the sender and exchanged it for George's slice of bread.
"He said he got the seeds we wanted." George opened the letter, read the contents carefully, frowned and said, "But the price he wants... is a bit high."
"What's the price?" Fred took the letter from George, read the contents of the letter, and said to the three of them, "That guy always likes to joke around. We'd better go to Hogsmeade and talk to him in person."
"Are you really planning to grow this thing?" Lee Jordan still felt that the poisonous tentacles were too dangerous and did not encourage the three people to grow such a dangerous plant.
"You don't need too much measurement."
"The Fever Skipping Candy requires the twigs of the poisonous tentacles to secrete venom." Fred frowned and said, "We can't purchase the raw materials, otherwise there will be no profit at all."
The broken ends of the poisonous tentacles' young branches secrete a kind of venom, which, after entering the human body, will cause a "burning" sensation and a significant increase in body temperature. The fever skipping candy uses this characteristic to simulate fever symptoms.
But they haven't found a suitable antidote yet.
"I still feel that this thing is a little dangerous. There have been many cases of death caused by its poisonous tentacles." Lee Jordan was still trying to persuade his three roommates to give up this dangerous idea.
"We can get the seeds first and decide whether to plant them later." George asked Albert for his opinion: "This is the price... What do you think is appropriate?"
"Cut it in half." Albert said without hesitation: "Leave some profit for that guy, then he will be willing to help us find the materials we need. After all, some things cannot be obtained through normal channels, so it is understandable that the price is higher."
"You're not going with us?" George was a little surprised. If Albert went to negotiate, he would definitely save some Galleons.
"No, maybe I will go to participate in the competition at that time..." Albert made an excuse for himself and declined to do a deal with Mundungus.
Recently, the four of them didn't dare sneak into Hogsmeade village anymore. Martial law had been imposed there, and it would be troublesome if they encountered Dementors there.
When they finished eating and were about to leave the hall, Professor McGonagall strode over here, handed a piece of parchment to Albert, and asked in a low voice, "How are your preparations going?"
"Not bad," Albert knew what Professor McGonagall meant. "Professor Snape's tutorial is over. I've been learning the common sense of entering the forest from Hagrid recently."
"Good luck, Mr. Anderson," Professor McGonagall encouraged. "It's been a long time since Hogwarts won the Magic School Potions Championship."
"I will try my best, but you should also know that cheating has always been a tradition of this kind of competition." Albert said calmly.
Well, when he said this, he was actually trying to trigger more tasks, but unfortunately he failed.
Professor McGonagall was silent suddenly, and she looked at Albert, then she sighed and said, "You are right. In fact, everyone knows it, but I believe in your ability."
After saying this, Professor McGonagall walked away, fearing that Albert would say something shocking again.
For example: How about we cheat too
"Did you notice Professor McGonagall's expression just now?"
The three of them witnessed the whole process and they all admired Albert for having the guts to say such words directly to Professor McGonagall.
Cheating in competitions has always been a tradition.
In fact, everyone knows it.
This sounds like it is saying: Why don’t we cheat too!
The three of them almost laughed out loud on the spot.
“Is that a notification?”
Lee Jordan took the parchment from Albert, glanced at the contents, and said with a smile: "I don't think you can find an excuse!"
He handed the notice to several roommates around him and said to Albert, "The first Hogsmeade weekend will be at the end of October, before Halloween."
"I have a date!" Albert said seriously, "I'm busy, and you guys need to exercise. You can't rely on me for everything."
"Forget friends for beauty!"
"Stop messing around. I think if you go, you can accurately grasp Mundungus' bottom line."
"It's not good to always push others' bottom line. We have to let him make some money occasionally so that he will actively help us find things."
"You always find an excuse. If you want to go on a date, just say so."
"I just said that."
After returning to the Gryffindor common room, Albert used the sticking spell to post the notice on the bulletin board.
Many students immediately gathered around to check the notice, buzzing about Hogsmeade beside the old notice board, looking very excited.
Albert went straight upstairs to prepare dinner for Tom, then took the cat downstairs for some fresh air.
However, the fat cat doesn't like to move. He always lies there like an old man, looking at the students in the common room with a critical look.
Albert found a corner and began to write a reply to Mundungus, in which he clearly pointed out that his asking price was too high and arranged a time for both parties to meet in Hogsmeade.
Just as Albert put the letter in the envelope, he heard a roar coming from the common room.
He looked up in the direction of the sound and saw Hermione's Crookshanks attacking Ron's backpack, or something in it.
"Get that cat!" Ron yelled.
No one helped.
The whole lounge was watching the cat catching the mouse.
Banban was extremely fast, not inferior to Crookshanks at all. The cat and the mouse shuttled back and forth at everyone's feet.
Finally, the mouse rushed under the cupboard, and Crookshanks suddenly stopped, squatted low, and stretched his front paws furiously to dig under the cupboard. This scene amused many students.
"Okay, be quiet!"
Albert bent down and picked up Crookshanks, saving Ron's mouse from the cat's claws.
"That's a real help!" Ron muttered as he got the mouse out from under the cupboard.
"You should find a cage to lock up the mouse and stop it from running around." Albert handed the cat, which was still trying to pounce on him, to Hermione.
"It's the cat that should be locked up." Ron looked at Hermione's cat warily.
"All cats catch mice, Ron!" said Hermione.
"No, Albert's Tom never catches mice." Ron seemed to want to make his words more convincing, so he moved Ben closer to Tom. Everyone saw that Tom tilted his head, and a human-like expression of disgust appeared on his face.
"Ron, that's just a special case. Tom can't catch mice, and he doesn't need to catch them." George reminded, "But you can't deny the fact that most cats catch mice."
"Tom has a good diet and doesn't need to eat mice. I don't want him to eat mice either." Albert looked at the mouse in Ron's hand and asked, "By the way, is your mouse Percy's?"
Ron didn't answer, striding across the common room and up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
"That's Percy's," Fred answered for Ron. "When he became a prefect, his family bought him an owl. In order to prevent Scabbers from being eaten by Hermes, Percy gave the mouse to Ron."
"That mouse must be very old." Albert said suddenly, "Normally, mice can't live that long. It's incredible."
"Indeed..." George frowned slightly, as if recalling how long the mouse lived.
"Who knows? Maybe it's dying!" Fred said nonchalantly. "It looked like it was dying after coming back from Egypt."
"Generally, mice can only live for one to three years, but Ron's must have lived for more than three years." Albert said mysteriously, "Do you know what this means?"
"What?"
"It's a biological miracle," Albert explained. "A mouse that lives for four or five years, or even longer, can be sold for a lot of money in the Muggle world."
"real?"
"How much can it be sold for?" George asked curiously.
"If converted into Galleons, it would definitely be more than tens of thousands." Albert felt that those biological laboratories would definitely be very interested in it, as long as they could confirm that the mouse had lived for more than ten years.
"So many, are all the Muggles crazy?"
"Because it has high research value, maybe we can find the secret to prolonging life."
"How about we convince Ron to sell the mouse!" Fred suddenly said, "If we can really make tens of thousands of Galleons, then why would we want to catch Black?"
"It's not as easy as you think. Even if we really sell the mice, it's hard to convert the money into Galleons." Albert shook his head and said, "I was just expressing my feelings a little bit."
"You... definitely did this on purpose."
“It’s just too bad.”
"I was so happy for nothing."