Hagrid's desire to become a professor of Magical Beasts didn't keep Fred, George, and Lee Jordan depressed for long. As for the wound on the back of Fred's hand, it has been completely healed under Madam Pomfrey's treatment.

The end of October is quietly approaching, and Hogwarts students from the third year and above are talking about going to Hogsmeade.

Fred and George want to go to Jokowi's joke shop to replenish the stink bombs, and by the way, they can ask the store manager for some experience in opening a store.

But would Jokowi be willing to share his experience with the twins? Albert was skeptical, but not everyone was as generous as he was.

On the morning of Halloween, Albert woke up with everyone, and when he went downstairs for breakfast, he could smell the sweet and enticing smell of roasted pumpkin in the air from the corridor on the first floor.

"Today is another good day. George happily shoved the pumpkin pie into his mouth,

"You can have a good time at Hogsmeade. Fred swallowed the grilled sausage and took a big sip of pumpkin juice, "In the evening, you can also attend the Halloween dinner party and have a good dinner." ”

"You can also go to Nicol's 500th birthday party, which almost lost his head. Albert looked up from the newspaper and glanced at Hermione, who was domineering Harry not far away, reminding Harry to keep an eye on his promise.

"What is the death party?" asked Lee Jordan, puzzled.

"It's a gathering of ghosts. Albert retracted his gaze and continued to read the headlines in the Daily Prophet, casually explaining.

"A gathering of ghosts?" George asked suspiciously, "How do you know?"

"Harry Potter mentioned it earlier, but you didn't pay attention. Albert motioned for the three of them to look sideways, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the tables two from them, and they all looked sideways.

"Sounds interesting. Fred was intrigued.

"Don't be stupid, ghost food is not for human appetite. Albert looked at Fred with a stupid gaze and said angrily, "If you can swallow all that moldy and rotten food at the banquet, I'll say nothing." ”

Harry's face turned ugly when he heard Albert's words, and he didn't want to go to the death party at all. However, in the end, he gave in to Hermione's gaze, and Ron didn't want to go after listening to Albert's words, but he was glared at by Hermione fiercely, and couldn't help but shrink his neck, who made them have agreed to accompany Harry to Nick's death party?

"By the way, aren't you going to come with us to Hogsmeade later?" said Lee Jordan, looking at Albert, who was reading the newspaper carefully, tentatively.

"Well, I have an appointment with someone else. Albert said without looking up.

"You just go on a date. Fred gave Albert a blank look, the guy hadn't been to Hogsmeade with them since they had a girlfriend.

"What are you looking at, is there any big news in the newspaper?" asked Lee Jordan curiously.

"Well, the wolf poison potion is complete, and Mr. Damocles has made the recipe of the potion public, and has been awarded the Order of Merlin for it. Albert briefed.

"Wolf Poison Elixir, what is that?" the three of them asked suspiciously, being able to get the Merlin Medal with one potion, the Wolf Poison Elixir was undoubtedly a great invention.

"An elixir that will keep werewolves harmless while transforming. ”

Albert quickly looked at the recipe and blending process on it, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his expression was very strange.

In fact, Damocles invented the wolf poison potion very early, but this potion is very difficult to configure, and the raw materials are very expensive, so it is not something that werewolves can afford at all.

Later, Hertock Dagworth also invited Albert to participate in the improvement of werewolf potions, not only them, but also many famous potions masters were involved, although the difficulty of configuring potions and the price of raw materials used have been reduced a lot, but for poor werewolves, there is no difference between a hundred Galleons and a thousand Galleons, and they can't afford to use it anyway.

Of course, wolf poison potions are not that expensive, but the price is not affordable for werewolves.

Albert couldn't help but shake his head after reading it.

"What's wrong?" Fred noticed Albert's shaking of his head.

"The price is too expensive. ”

"Too expensive?"

"As we all know, werewolves have always been discriminated against by wizards, and it is difficult to find a job in the wizarding world, and they are basically a bunch of poor ghosts who simply can't afford this thing. Albert said angrily, "Before the full moon, you must take the wolf poison potion in advance, at least a few dozen Galleons need to be consumed every month, not counting the waste caused by the failure of the potion concoction, and even worse, the number of wizards who have the ability to concoct the wolf poison potion is very small." ”

The three of them already understood what Albert meant, the wolf poison potion is indeed a great invention, but the werewolf can't afford to use it!

"By the way, if you have time, come with us to Jokowi's joke shop, maybe you can get some useful experience from Jokowi's mouth. Fred digressed from the subject, they weren't particularly concerned about the Wolf Poison Elixir.

"You can talk about wizard cards. Albert casually made an excuse for the three of them, "Tell Jokowi that you want to open a store that sells wizard cards in the future, remember not to tell Jokowi too much about wizard cards, lest the other party fool you into saying everything without a word." ”

"We know what to do. Fred and George looked at each other, took out his notebook and took notes, so as not to forget them later.

"I'll see you at dinner. Albert accompanied the three to the antechamber, and sent them away under Filch's gaze, and then slowly took out his pocket watch from his pocket to look at the time, and returned to the auditorium, reading the newspaper while continuing to wait for the appointed time to come.

"Hopefully it didn't keep you waiting. ”

It didn't take long for Albert to hear Isobel's voice beside him.

"Let's go. ”

Albert stood up and left the hall of the Great Hall under the gaze of the girls, glancing at Lady Loris, who was checking the list in the foyer.

"What's wrong?"

Halfway to the school gate, Isobel asked, apparently noticing Albert's actions.

"My previous prophecy has never been fulfilled. Albert said softly, "However, I have a feeling that something might happen at the banquet today. ”

"Why do you have such an idea?" Isobel felt a little strange.

"A gut feeling. Albert reached out and took the girl's soft palm, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's not talk about that, where are we going later, or are we going to Lady Paddev's teahouse?"