As the night progressed, the number of people in the Gryffindor common room gradually decreased, and most of the students who stayed were busy doing their homework.
"Finally finished writing." Li Jordan stood up from the sofa, stretched lazily, and put away the parchment with the summary of Gamp's basic transformation law. After the last experience, the three of them no longer asked Albert to borrow homework for comparison, so as not to be distressed.
"How's your Transfiguration training going?"
"No, that's all I can do for now." Fred sighed and showed his successful practice to the other party. The needle was really... well, very thick. It was just a matter of changing the shape of the matchstick into the shape of a needle.
If I can't turn the match into a thin needle, I will definitely not be able to pass Professor McGonagall's level.
"Come on, it's already good enough. If you can learn Transfiguration easily, what does the effort of others matter?" Albert said unhappily. He was reading a book, "Selected Spells of the Nineteenth Century", with only the last few pages left.
"At least give me a look before you make your comments!" Fred shook the "needle" in front of Albert and said unhappily.
"By the way, you haven't finished reading that book yet!"
"There are only a few pages left." Albert looked up and glanced at the results of Fred's practice all night. The "needle" was really thick.
"How do we solve this situation?" Fred handed the "needle" to Albert.
"Just practice for a few more days and you will definitely succeed." Albert said without hesitation.
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" George couldn't help rolling his eyes. His needle was thinner than Fred's. At least it could barely be called a needle instead of a small iron rod with a point.
It's not an exaggeration to say that what Fred conjured out of the matches was a nail.
"I've been in your situation before." Albert picked up his wand and conjured up a pin. "You first need to conjure up the pin, and then think about how to make more detailed changes on the pin."
"What are you giving us this for?" George asked puzzledly after taking the pin.
"Of course it's for reference. You need to conjure up a needle, but it doesn't need to be the same. Just an ordinary needle." Albert looked at the three people and said, "Try it again."
"A needle?" George muttered. He raised his wand and lit the match. After reciting the spell, a not-so-beautiful pin appeared in front of them.
"Successful?" Fred picked up the pin and looked at it, feeling incredible.
"You fail too many times and lack confidence," Albert explained. "You should have some confidence in yourself and believe that you can succeed."
"Then why did you give me this needle?" George was even more confused.
"To distract you from your failure, and to give you a comparison." Albert said casually.
"By the way, how's your learning of the Disillusionment Charm going?" George asked abruptly.
"It should be ready by next week." Albert unwrapped the paper, put the chocolate candy in his mouth and asked, "Why are you asking this? You're not thinking..." He made a sliding motion with his fingers.
"Yeah, tonight, are you going?" Fred broke the news, "I heard Filch has a cold, this is a good opportunity."
"Don't get caught." Albert closed the book and glanced at the task list. Sure enough, the reading maniac's progress had become 1/100.
"You're not going?" George asked.
"No."
"We misjudged you." Fred and George looked at Albert with an expression that said, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of Albert." They turned their heads to look at Lee Jordan, but before they could even open their mouths, they were tricked by the other party.
"Don't look at me." Li Jordan shrugged his shoulders, obviously not wanting to go either.
"You... okay." The Weasley twins looked at each other and shrugged helplessly, "It seems that only the two of us are going on a night tour."
"If you want to go out at night, choose Friday. After all, you don't have classes the next day." Albert kindly reminded that if you don't rest at night, how can you go to class the next day.
Dozing off in class, does this mean you don't want to hang out
"That makes sense. Let's choose Friday." Fred nodded.
"What do you choose to do on Friday?" A voice sounded coldly. Fred felt a dark shadow in front of him. When he looked up, he found Percy standing in front of him.
"What are you going to do on Friday?" Percy snapped.
"Practice Transfiguration!" George said without hesitation.
"Don't think I didn't hear you." Percy glared at the twin brothers in dissatisfaction and said coldly, "Night wandering, you know how many points you will lose if you are caught night wandering."
George blinked at Percy innocently and said, "I heard that Gryffindor hasn't won the house cup for several years."
"I've been keeping an eye on you two, don't cause any trouble for me." Percy was so angry that he could naturally hear the hidden meaning of George's words.
Look, no one cares about scores, otherwise why wouldn't they work hard to earn points and win the honor of the house cup for Gryffindor
Gryffindor students don't care about honor
No, of course I care.
However, in reality, no one takes earning points for the college seriously, so naturally they have no chance of winning the college cup.
After all, scores don’t just appear out of thin air.
And the repeated defeats in Quidditch matches naturally made things worse.
"Percy is so annoying."
"I think so too!"
"I'm telling you, next time we discuss something important, we should find a place where no one is around!" Albert shook his head and reminded, "If you talk about it here, won't everyone hear that you want to go on a night tour?"
"I seem to hear someone planning to go for a night swim?" Mark walked over here, put his hand on Fred's shoulder, and said meaningfully: "This is a good habit. If you haven't gone for a night swim, how can you call yourself a Gryffindor student?"
Listening to Mark telling his glorious deeds, the muscles at the corners of Albert's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but interject: "Was he caught by Filch?" "No, no."
"I heard that Filch knows most of the secret passages, and he has a smart cat to help keep watch." Albert said a cruel fact, "Unless you are more familiar with the secret passages of the castle than Filch, it will be difficult to escape from him. Or, have you cast a spell on Filch?"
"Well, the Confusion Charm is effective," Mark said casually.
"Don't listen to Mark's nonsense." Irene came over and pulled Mark away. Before leaving, she told them, "There will be Quidditch training on Wednesday afternoon."
"I dare say that Mark must have gone out on a date at night and was caught by Filch." Returning to the dormitory, Lee Jordan talked about this again.
"You really aren't going with us?" Fred asked again.
"Even if we want to take a night tour, it's not now." Lee Jordan said unhappily. They had been in Hogwarts for too short a time and their knowledge of the castle was limited. They really didn't understand Fred and George's suicidal behavior.