The flu is something that sometimes really can't be stopped.

Especially after October, the weather around Hogwarts changes dramatically, and the temperature drops dramatically.

The heavy rain was even louder on the windows, and the grass outside was filled with a cold air that was visible to the naked eye, and after seeping into the castle, many professors and students were suffering from the flu.

"Haha, if only I could shoot it. George looked at Albert, who was steaming hot on his head, and smiled viciously.

No way, this is Albert's rare black history.

Click.

The sound of taking pictures suddenly sounded, and the three people with smoke on their heads looked up in unison.

I saw that Albert was holding a camera in his hand, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he took another picture of them.

"Reposing, I decided to add this picture to the Wizard card, and it's called October Flu. Taking advantage of the stunned expressions of the three of them, Albert took two more photos and happily announced, "It looks pretty good." ”

"You guy. ”

"If you want to shoot, at least shoot handsomely. ”

Fred snatched the picture from Albert, and after a brief whisper with the two people next to him, he hooked his shoulders and posed with the cup he had just drunk for Albert to take a picture of them again.

After drinking the pick-me-up, the ears start to smoke, and this goes on for a few hours.

When the four of them walked out of the school hospital, all the students in the corridor cast curious glances, and now anyone who saw this kind of head smoke knew that the other party had a flu and had just drunk a refreshment.

Probably because this appearance is so shameful, many students are reluctant to go to the school hospital for treatment after suffering from the epidemic, which leads to more and more students being infected with the epidemic.

Now, as her condition worsened, Madam Pomfrey had to concoct a large number of pick-me-ups for the students who could not bear them. Fortunately, most of these materials come from Hogwarts greenhouses and medicine fields, otherwise it would have cost a lot of money.

Every day, students with severe colds are forced to go to the school hospital for treatment, so the students with smoke above their heads are about to become a sight to behold at Hogwarts.

Then again, Albert would have had a cold, thanks to the bastards Fred and George.

While training for Quidditch in the rain, the two men accidentally contracted a flu and did not go to Madam Pomfrey in time for treatment, resulting in Albert and Lee Jordan, who were in the same dormitory, being infected on the third day.

In the end, in a fit of rage, Albert and Lee Jordan taught them a hard lesson before they went to the school hospital for treatment.

"Haha, isn't this Wood, you have a cold too?"

Looking at Wood, who was also smoking, his ears were still running over his head, Fred and George happily leaned over and hooked shoulders with each other, not at all embarrassed by their new look.

"Really, I'll go back and rest first, Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, remember to help me ask for leave. Albert casually found an excuse and walked to the Room of Need.

"What a coincidence, I'm also going to take a leave of absence. "Lee Jordan wasn't going to take Defence Against the Dark Arts class with a smoking head on his head, and Defence Against the Dark Arts class wasn't much to follow, and since Lockhart became a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, the class had almost become a laughing stock.

"You two remember to ask for our leave!"

After saying hello to Fred and George, Lee Jordan left after Albert, he had actually had enough of Lockhart's class, and it was rare to skip class openly, how could he miss such an opportunity?

"Hey, wait for us!"

Fred and George, who were chatting with Wood, trotted to follow, and they didn't want to go to the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

In fact, some students have lost hope in Lockhart and are looking forward to a more reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester. The end of the world

It's a pity that someone still doesn't have any self-awareness, and every day in class is performing stage plays for everyone, and more and more students are questioning Lockhart's teaching skills, especially the fifth and seventh grade students who are about to be cheated by him.

At this moment, there is a demand in the room with smoke, as if someone has lit incense. By the fireplace in the warm nest, Lee Jordan is adding wood to the fireplace to make the fire burn more vigorously.

"What is this?"

Lee Jordan put his head in front of Albert's notes, and soon found that he could read every letter in the notes, and put them together without reading a single word.

"Spell notes, do you want to see them?"

Albert smiled and handed his notebook to Lee Jordan.

"Forget it, this thing hurts my head. He retracted his head and casually asked, "What language is this?"

"French. ”

"You guys must be showing off on purpose. Lee Jordan muttered.

The notebook was placed in that metal box, and if Nicol only gave two magic glasses, he would not need to use that kind of tight protection.

There were ten notes Nicol sent to Albert, all of which were studies of spells, and many of them were Nicol's own unique views on spells.

It's just that......

Although Nicol Lemay is indeed a very good wizard, he does not seem to be a good teacher.

The contents of these notes are very messy, although they record a lot of powerful things, but all of them are stuffed to Albert, which also gives him a headache, and it takes a lot of time to slowly sort out and learn.

In his words: See for yourself, ask me if you don't understand.

Albert suspected that even Professor Flitwick would have had a hard time studying these notes thoroughly in a few years.

But he is a man blessed with panel skills, and he combs through the content of his notes, which is much faster than most genius wizards, but he communicates with Nicol a little frequently.

Lately, even Isobel has not been able to keep up.

"How's your research going?"

Fred and George are working on the drawings of the printing press, which will be needed to print wizard cards and even paper boxes of various styles.

After all, the wizarding world is only that small, and the sales of goods are very limited, and it may not be realistic to order boxes in large quantities.

"Perhaps, you can ask Dad for help, he should be very good at tinkering with this kind of thing. ”

Eventually, Fred and George gave up, and they found that overhauling the printing press was not a big project they could complete.

"We can try to outsource things to other people. Lee Jordan hesitated and proposed, "Don't we have boxes for those things we bought?" They must know to go there and find someone to get a box." ”

"These things can indeed be solved with Muggles, but ......"

Albert closed his note, raised his hand and shook the wizarding card in his hand and reminded, "If you want to make a beautiful wizard card, you will inevitably need to use magic, and Muggles can't help us solve this problem." ”

Moreover, the "Law of Secrecy" is also a big problem, wizards and Muggles cannot have too deep intersections, cooperation with Muggles is basically impossible, and Muggle merchants will not accept such orders that are purely money-saving.

The rain was still pouring outside, and four people with smoking heads were sitting by the fireplace and chatting, their desire to open a shop was still a long way off.