Bab 121: Chapter 121: See Clearly
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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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