The two had a candlelight dinner in the Room of Requirement and spent time together to express their feelings, completely unaware that the outside world was looking for them like crazy.
During dinner, when Headmaster Dumbledore announced to everyone in the hall the good news that Albert had won the Magic School Potions Championship for Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall couldn't stop smiling, but somehow, the smile on Professor Snape's face looked a little forced.
To be honest, many people were confused at the time and had no idea what the Potions Championship was.
This matter only attracted everyone's attention after Professor McGonagall revealed that it was a potion competition in which all magic schools around the world would participate.
After all, he was a genius who defeated all the magic schools and finally won the championship. The gold content was too high. It basically meant that Albert Anderson was the best potion genius in all magic schools. This also put a halo on the head of this genius wizard.
Many students wanted to meet Albert and hear him talk about the Potions Championship, but he disappeared right after returning to school.
Fred, George and Lee Jordan all blamed Albert for not telling them the good news as soon as possible.
At this moment, three people were gathered together, and no one knew what they were discussing.
It was after ten o'clock in the evening when I separated from Isobel.
Albert ran into Nearly Headless Nick waiting for him at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
"wait for me?"
Albert looked at the ghost in front of him and asked in confusion: "What do you want from me, Sir Nick?"
"I heard that you won another championship trophy!" Nick said excitedly, "Oh, by the way, Percy Weasley asked me to wait for you here and tell you the password."
"No, it's not the championship trophy, it's the championship crucible." Albert corrected with a smile.
"All the same."
"What's the password?"
"Bastard."
"That's not a very friendly password." Albert looked at the portrait of Sir Cadogan riding a pony.
"It's more interesting to keep the champion out." Sir Cadogan opened the door with disappointment and let Albert into the common room.
"Thank you, Sir Nick, otherwise I would have to spend the night outside the corridor." After expressing his gratitude to Sir Nick, Albert walked towards the open entrance of the common room.
As soon as he entered the common room, Albert felt himself being pulled in by countless hands, and he almost lost his balance and fell on his back.
Screams, cheers, whistles, and the whooshing and popping of fireworks immediately filled his ears, making Albert feel his eardrums buzzing.
In the common room, the fireworks made by Fred and George continued to bloom into beautiful orange-red stars, and the scene was very beautiful and spectacular.
"Where have you been?" Fred shouted.
"Everybody's looking for you," George yelled.
"We have prepared food, Albert, come and have some-"
"I'm not hungry. I've already eaten."
But no one wanted to listen to him, so a cup full of butterbeer was pressed into Albert's hand, forcing him to drink another glass of butterbeer.
Lee Jordan even dug out a Gryffindor flag from somewhere and insisted on wrapping it around Albert like a cloak.
The crowd was closing in on him, surrounding Albert so that he couldn't get away and was forced to join in the celebration. What was even more terrifying was that these people kept shouting like irrational fans, and everyone wanted to know how Albert won the Potions Championship.
"Quiet, please be quiet!"
Albert raised his finger to his throat and cast a loudspeaker spell on himself.
His voice kept echoing in the common room, causing everyone to cover their ears in pain, and only then did this group of crazy guys completely quiet down.
"Well, if you want me to say something, at least keep quiet, otherwise you won't be able to hear me." After Albert finished speaking, all the students stared at him blankly, and the noise in the common room gradually quieted down. Almost Headless Nick was also eavesdropping nearby.
Albert recounted what had happened, how he was selected to participate in the Potions Championship, and where he went to participate in the competition.
He had briefly mentioned the Thestral coach ride to France and the Portkey to the Enchanted Gardens.
In everyone's opinion, the Potions Championship is a boring competition. All the schools come from all over the world and cannot communicate with each other at all. The organizers are busy and overwhelmed by the communication problems.
Then, he briefly talked about the three-round elimination match, and then the boring potion brewing. The content was so plain and dull that it made people sleepy.
Before the other students could react, Albert sneaked towards the stairs leading to the dormitory, finally got rid of everyone, and hurried upstairs to the dormitory to rest.
In the dormitory, Tom's eyes flickered in the darkness. After hearing the door open, he looked up in the direction of the door and yawned loudly.
After a while, Fred, George and Lee Jordan came back, carrying a lot of biscuits, candies, cakes and butterbeer.
"By the way, where did you go before?"
"I'm going to have a big dinner with Isobel. It's a celebratory dinner prepared by the house-elves." Albert threw the Gryffindor flag into the corner.
"Did the principal privately prepare a celebration banquet for you?" the three asked in unison.
"You think too much. I asked the house elves to help prepare it."
"I was wondering why you didn't like the party we prepared for you." The three of them looked at Albert with resentment.
"It's crazy, it feels like I'm looking at some rare animal." Albert reached out and picked up Tom, then put him on his knees and petted the cat.
"Tell us the details, I don't believe the Potions Championship would be that boring!" George changed the subject.
"Everything I said is true."
"I don't believe you. You must have missed a lot of interesting things." Fred took a bite of a biscuit and said very confidently.
"Interesting thing?" Albert thought for a moment and said, "The Magic Potions Championship is jointly organized by the Magic Garden and the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association. The president of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association is named Bernard, and a French contestant is called Guy Bernard. It is said that he is the grandson of the president. Is this an interesting thing?"
"Cheating, absolutely cheating."
"That guy named Guy Bernard cheated but still didn't beat you." The three of them felt incredible.
"Guy Bernard was attacked in the second round, and a large amount of Arioth leaves were stuffed into his mouth. He laughed so hard that he couldn't participate in the competition and had to give up." Albert shrugged. "Finally, the furious President Bernard called a professional to deal with the attack, but after checking the wands of all the contestants, he still couldn't find the murderer."
"How did you do that?"
"I was also attacked by a student from Vagado at that time." Albert covered a yawn. "That guy is good at using wandless magic. Many people think that he attacked Guy Bernard, but he never admitted that he did it."
"You brought two wands?" Lee Jordan guessed the reason at the first time. They all knew that Albert had bought other wands on the second-hand market.
"Those who have passed strict inspection can only bring one. The clothes are provided by the event organizer, and there are patrol members nearby." Albert looked like he was saying, "Don't accuse me, or I'll sue you for defamation."
The three still believed that it was Albert who attacked the unfortunate Guy Bernard. This approach of not leaving any clues was very much like Albert's style.
It's hard to find fault with Albert if he doesn't want to.
He didn't let the three of them continue discussing the matter. He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and placed it on the table, trying to divert their attention.
"What's this?"
"The recipes for the last game." Albert reminded mysteriously, "They are all very interesting potions."
“Why do I feel like these things are useless?”
After reading the formula on the parchment, the three looked at Albert in confusion. They did not understand what Albert meant. Aphrodisiacs and vitality tonics were not uncommon, but they had never seen protective potions. However, the three of them doubted whether they were effective.
"You don't understand. These things will definitely be hot-selling in the future." Albert briefly described the effects of the three improved potions.
There was a brief silence in the dormitory.
After hearing what Albert said, the three of them fell into self-doubt. They really couldn't see the use of these potions, but why did Albert say that these potions would be very valuable in the future
Is this the gap between them and Albert
This guy always finds ways to make money from every angle.