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Gryffindor was still immersed in the joy of defeating the Hufflepuff team. If they could defeat Ravenclaw, Gryffindor had a good chance of winning the Quidditch Championship Trophy.
Currently, Gryffindor had a high probability of winning the trophy. As long as Slytherin defeated Ravenclaw or Gryffindor managed to defeat Ravenclaw, the trophy would belong to Gryffindor.
During breakfast, Albert sat across from Charlie, studying his Quidditch tactics. Fortunately, Charlie had finished breakfast and left. Otherwise, Albert and the others wouldn't know how long they would have to listen to him ramble on.
After finishing his sausage, Albert said to Lee Jordan beside him, "Next time, let's sit farther away from Charlie during breakfast. It's terrifying when these Quidditch captains get obsessed."
"What did you say..." Lee Jordan casually replied, and suddenly, thick black smoke started rising from the fruit in front of him.
"Cough, what are you doing!" Albert coughed repeatedly from the thick smoke, covering his mouth and nose. He looked in the direction where the smoke was coming from, thinking there was a fire, but instead, he found that the smoke was coming from the fruit on Lee Jordan's table.
"I just... cough cough." Lee Jordan coughed repeatedly, his black face becoming even darker from the smoke.
The fruit continued to emit black smoke, forcing Lee Jordan to use an empty bowl to cover it and contain the smoking fruit inside. However, the smoke still overflowed from under the bowl.
"Wow, such thick black smoke. What exactly did you do?" George opened the overturned bowl, and the black smoke rushed out, attracting the attention of a group of people.
"I just wanted to see if I could make the bitten fruit regenerate." Lee Jordan scratched his head awkwardly. "But I got distracted, and it turned out like this."
"Do you have a way to get rid of the smoke?" Lee Jordan looked at Albert, seeking help.
"Finite Incantatem." Albert took out his wand, pointed it at the fruit still emitting thick smoke, and cast a general counter-spell on it.
The fruit stopped emitting black smoke, but it had already turned completely charred, as if it had been burned into a piece of charcoal.
"What spell did you use just now?" Albert poked the fruit with a fork, and it quickly turned into a pile of black ashes.
"I have no idea." Lee Jordan still looked puzzled.
"So, what spell were you practicing just now?" George picked up some ashes and rubbed them between his fingertips, asking.
"Reparo spell," Lee Jordan confessed honestly.
"You can practice with a torn piece of newspaper," Albert said, surprised to see someone practicing the Reparo spell with fruit.
He suddenly remembered that he hadn't read the Daily Prophet today, so he asked, "Did any of you see today's Daily Prophet?"
"I have it here." Fred handed the headline of the Daily Prophet to Albert, who was currently reading the Quidditch column.
"What's the front-page news?" Albert took the newspaper and opened it.
"I just finished reading the front page. Cornelius Fudge has become the Minister of Magic," Fred said. "It is said that this new minister sends a bunch of owls to Dumbledore every morning to discuss Ministry of Magic matters."
Albert flipped through the Daily Prophet, glanced at the front-page news, and suddenly said, "He's quite a clever guy."
"Why do you say that?" George was puzzled.
"At first, Fudge may not have had much confidence in his abilities," Albert replied without hesitation. "And Dumbledore's influence and reputation overshadowed others. Fudge wanted everyone to know that his decisions were influenced by Dumbledore."
"By doing this, he can reduce prejudice in the wizarding world, give himself time to adapt to the position of Minister, and show everyone that he is working hard to be a good Minister. In fact, Fudge's reputation has been quite good since he took office."
"In a few years, Fudge will become more confident. It's a process, no one can be a perfect Minister of Magic from the beginning."
"That makes sense." Fred nodded approvingly.
Later, Albert knew what Cornelius Fudge was really like.
Albert's evaluation of Fudge was that he was blinded by power and wealth.
The four-year election system was actually quite reasonable.
If Fudge conscientiously served his four-year term as Minister of Magic and then stepped down to make way for others, Albert believed that Fudge would receive widespread praise in the Ministry of Magic. Even if he didn't become Minister of Magic, he could still get a good job.
Unfortunately, the position of Minister of Magic, unless one didn't want to hold it or was forcibly removed from office, was essentially a lifelong position.
"Have you mastered the spell to turn a rat into a snuffbox?" Shanna suddenly interjected. "I heard that it might be on the Transfiguration exam."
"There are still four months until the final exams." Fred folded the newspaper and glanced at Shanna. "Don't panic, we still have plenty of time."
"I heard that if you perform poorly on exams, you'll be held back a year!" Shanna warned.
"I've never heard of anyone being held back," Fred shook his head. "As long as you put some effort into studying before the exams, you won't be held back."
"Has anyone really been held back?" George was very interested in this topic.
"Who?" Lee Jordan was also curious.
"I don't think so."
Albert frowned slightly. He remembered a Slytherin student who had been held back, but he didn't want to delve into whether it was true or not. As long as he wasn't held back himself, that was all that mattered.
"I envy Albert. This guy can get high scores without even trying," Lee Jordan said with a hint of resentment, as he hadn't mastered turning a rat into a snuffbox.
"I envy Albert. This guy can get high scores without even trying," the Weasley brothers repeated in unison.
"Shut up and get lost," Albert scolded.
"Cough, cough." Someone coughed lightly.
Albert turned to look at the person and asked, "What's up?"
"For the next event, it's been rescheduled to next Saturday at 3:30 p.m. Don't forget the time," Isabel reminded.
"Why was the time suddenly changed?" Albert asked, puzzled.
"The new issue of 'Today's Transfiguration' is being released this weekend, and Professor McGonagall is planning to use something from there... well, just make sure you don't forget the time."
"Oh, I see," Albert nodded.
"How's Professor McGonagall's club?" Shanna asked curiously.
"It's challenging," Albert thought for a moment and said, "It's all about expanding knowledge, and Professor McGonagall encourages us to write letters to experts in the field to maintain friendly connections."
"Have you written one?" Lee Jordan asked.
"Don't ask," George suddenly interjected.
"Why not?" Everyone was puzzled.
"I just don't want to..." George's words were interrupted by Albert.
"Don't worry, what you can't hear is that no one has replied to me," Albert said calmly.
"Really? No one?"
"Who do you expect to take a first-year student's letters seriously?"
"Aren't you angry? Don't you mind?"
"I don't mind," Albert said calmly. "When I become the winner of the Most Promising Newcomer Award in 'Today's Transfiguration,' they will reply to me."
"You seem to see things very clearly."
"Are you not... leaving yet?" Albert turned his head and saw Isabel sitting behind him, instantly rendered speechless.
"I'm leaving. I have two Herbology classes in the morning. Don't be late," George stood up to remind them.
The four of them stood on the path to the greenhouse, looking at the heavy rain outside and asked, "Did you bring an umbrella?"
"No, we didn't."
All eyes turned to Albert.
"I've mastered the Summoning Charm, so it doesn't matter if I don't have an umbrella." Albert took out his wand, waved it, and instantly conjured an umbrella at the tip of his wand.
"What about us then?" Fred asked.
"We'll just have to go through the rain," Albert said, holding the umbrella and walking towards the greenhouse.
After George and the others exchanged glances, they all ran towards Albert and gathered under the umbrella. The four of them huddled together and made their way to the greenhouse.
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"Hey, when do you think we can harvest this garlic plant?" George was fertilizing and watering the thriving garlic plant.
"It should be ready by the end of May," Albert gently blew away the wood shavings on his wooden bracelet and compared the Niffler rune carved on it.
"Are you planning to eat raw garlic?" Lee Jordan, who was throwing Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans into his mouth, asked with a half-smile.
"Are you focusing on the wrong thing? You should be asking Albert how he knows when the garlic can be harvested," George put down his small watering can and looked at the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans in Lee Jordan's hand, with a malicious tone, "The one you're holding must be booger flavor."
"It's soybean flavor," Lee Jordan glared at George. This guy was really good at grossing people out.
But he still didn't eat it and put the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean back in the box.
If you want to eat it raw, I suggest soaking the garlic in soy sauce for a while. I heard it tastes good that way.
"Enough, don't derail the topic," George said irritably, "Is it really the end of May?"
"Hagrid said so, and since he grows vegetables himself, he definitely knows when to harvest," Albert looked up at George, "If you want to make garlic crosses, the garlic you brought from home should be enough!"
"It's more satisfying to use garlic you grew yourself!" George said earnestly.
This comment earned him a lot of eye rolls.
"Fine, do as you wish."
"Aren't you going to get rid of that pot? The branches are already withered. It won't survive," George pointed to another pot of planted Mandrakes.
"I'll keep it for now," Albert looked up and scanned the pot, "When the weather warms up, I plan to replant it."
"Why are you planting Mandrakes? Are you interested in them?" Lee Jordan couldn't quite understand Albert's way of thinking.
This guy dabbled in so many things, and he excelled in every field he touched. What annoyed Lee Jordan the most was that Albert lived a more carefree life than anyone else.
Sometimes, Lee Jordan couldn't help but feel jealous of Albert.
"Mandrakes have excellent healing properties," Albert explained, "They have high medicinal value. If I have my own house in the future, I'll definitely plant some Mandrakes in the garden. For now, I'm just accumulating some planting experience."
In fact, Albert didn't mention that he believed Mandrakes' healing properties would be very popular among Muggles.
Sometimes, these special things could work wonders.
Of course, this idea actually came to Albert after he studied economics, and it occasionally sparked his interest.
He thought it was a good idea, so he took the time to learn how to cultivate it.
"Your way of thinking is completely different from ours," George also found Albert's idea strange.
"Is it?" Albert didn't think much of it and continued to focus on carving his own Niffler runes.
This time, he made a wooden bracelet with a complete circle of Niffler runes, all of which were designed by himself.
Albert wasn't quite sure if it would have any effect. When he was carving this thing, he didn't feel anything particularly special.
Should he use purpleheart wood symbolized by Eihwaz rune as the material? "Forget it, I'll make a note and see if I can find purpleheart wood next time," Albert thought.
"Ah!"
A sudden scream echoed in the dormitory.
Fred, who had been reading a book, suddenly jumped up from his bed and somehow threw the book away.
Albert's hand trembled, causing the rune he was carving to become crooked.
Lee Jordan, who was about to carefully taste the yellow Every Flavor Bean, was startled and swallowed it.
George, on the other hand, narrowly avoided being hit by the book Fred threw, causing him to jump up in shock and accidentally hit the table, and now he was hopping in pain while holding his knee.
"What's gotten into you?" The three of them glared at Fred and said angrily.
"I feel... my heart hurts." Fred covered his chest, pretending to have a heart attack.
"What's wrong with him?" Lee Jordan couldn't help muttering, "Did he get dumped? But I didn't hear that Fred had a girlfriend!"
"Should we take him to the infirmary?" Albert put down the carving knife and suggested, "Madam Pomfrey must still be awake."
"My leg, it hurts."
"The book, that book..." Fred held his chest with one hand and pointed to the book he had just thrown.
"What's wrong with the book?" George grabbed the book, glanced at the cover, and saw it was "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi."
"I didn't expect you to read this stuff when you're fine."
"Turn to page 98, there's information about snow fungus there," Fred said impatiently, his tone not at all like that of a patient.
"Snow fungus?" George flipped to page 98, muttering, "Let me see... here it is, snow fungus..."
"Ah, my heart hurts!" A few seconds later, George suddenly clutched his chest and sat on the bed, looking utterly despondent.
Albert and Lee Jordan were both intrigued by their reactions and the mention of snow fungus.
Lee Jordan curiously opened the book, took a quick look, and slowly closed it, muttering something under his breath.
Anyway, he didn't feel like saying much, so he simply handed the book to Albert and let him see for himself.
Albert looked at the three of them and was very curious about what they had seen. When he opened the book, he understood what was going on.
This illustration... Hmm! It looks a bit like the matsutake mushrooms they had eaten a while ago.
Last time, he found it strange that they could still find matsutake mushrooms in February when it was snowing heavily.
"Snow fungus, also known as snow matsutake..." Albert quickly read through the introduction to snow fungus, and his face twitched involuntarily. No wonder they had those expressions.
It only grows during snowy winters and has extremely high medicinal value...
Not to mention the rest, just one ounce of snow matsutake powder is worth 50 Galleons, so it's no wonder they felt heartbroken.
"That's definitely the most expensive thing we've ever eaten." Fred complained, clutching his chest. "Albert, you spendthrift, you just roasted the snow fungus and ate it like that."
"If we take it to sell, we can make a fortune!" George chimed in.
"Hey, should we go dig for snow fungus? We can make a big profit in the future!" Lee Jordan suddenly suggested.
"That's a good idea." The Weasley twins' eyes sparkled with the gleam of Galleons.
"Are you going crazy with money?" Albert's mouth twitched.
In fact, he could somewhat understand why they had such thoughts, but he poured cold water on their idea, saying, "Forget about it. We looked around and only found a bit. Besides, snow fungus is not easy to preserve. Unless you know how to process it into powder, it's useless even if you dig it up. If you keep it for too long, the snow fungus loses its medicinal properties and becomes worthless."
"But..."
"There's no 'but' about it."
"I admit that the Forbidden Forest does have a lot of good things. After all, it's still a primeval forest that hasn't been exploited. But I need to remind you that even if we manage to get snow fungus now, we have no place to sell it." Albert stared into their eyes and earnestly warned, "Who do you expect to trade with? Do you think others will trade fairly with you just because you're a kid? They're not your dad, and any guarantees are just tricks to deceive children."
"But aren't you tempted at all?" George couldn't help but ask.
"Of course I am, but I know very well what I should do. And I don't think there's a lot of snow fungus there, and... you guys need to understand that snow fungus is a non-tradable commodity, and it's not that easy to sell."
"There are two types of prohibited trading goods: those with extremely high value or those with extremely high danger, which is why the Ministry of Magic strictly prohibits trading them.
If you want to trade, you can only do it on the black market. Do you think kids like us can benefit from the black market? Dream on."
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