Gryffindor is still basking in the joy of beating the Hufflepuffs, and if they win the Ravenclaw team again, Gryffindor could win the Quidditch championship trophy.

At the moment, Gryffindor has a good chance of winning, and as long as Slytherin beats Ravenclaw, or they can beat Ravenclaw, the trophy will eventually belong to Gryffindor.

At breakfast time, Charlie sat across from Albert and studied his Quidditch tactics. Fortunately, Charlie had already finished breakfast and left, otherwise Albert didn't know how long he would have to listen to him.

After Albert ate the sausage on his plate, he said to Lee Jordan next to him: "Next time, at breakfast, stay away from Charlie, these Quidditch captains are crazy, it's really terrible." ”

"What are you talking about...... Lee Jordan replied in passing, and then the fruit in front of him began to emit thick black smoke.

"Ahem, what the hell are you doing!" Albert coughed dryly from the smoke, he reached out to cover his mouth and nose, looked in the direction of the black smoke, and thought there was a fire, only to find that the smoke was coming from the fruit in front of Lee Jordan's table.

"I just ...... Ahem. Li Jordan was choked and coughed, and his black face was blackened.

The fruit continued to smoke, and Lee Jordan had to use an empty bowl upside down on the table to cover the smoking fruit, but the black smoke would still spill out from under the bowl.

"Wow, that's thick black smoke, what the hell have you done?" George opened the lid of the bowl upside down, and the black smoke burst out, attracting the attention of a bunch of people.

"I just wanted to see if I could get the fruit back in my bite. Li Jordan scratched his head in embarrassment, "As a result, I was accidentally distracted just now, and it became like this." ”

"Is there a way you can get the smoke out. Lee Jordan cast a plea look at Albert for help.

"Stop. Albert pulled out his wand and tapped the smoking fruit with the tip of his wand, casting a universal counterspell on it.

The fruit was no longer emitting black smoke, but it had become charred all over, as if it had been burned into a charcoal by the flames.

"What spell did you just use," Albert took his fork and poked at the fruit, which quickly turned into a pile of charred gray carbon.

"I don't know. Li Jordan still looked confused.

"By the way, what spell were you just practicing?" asked George, picking up some ash and rubbing it between the tips of his fingers.

"Repair the spell. Lee Jordan was honest.

"You can tear up a piece of newspaper and practice it yourself. "For the first time, Albert saw someone practice a healing spell using fruit.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't read the newspaper today, so he asked, "Which of you has read my Daily Prophet today?"

"Here I am. Fred handed Albert the headline of the Daily Prophet, who was now reading the Quidditch column.

"What's the front-page news?" Albert picked up the newspaper and opened it.

"I just finished reading the front page, and Cornelius Fudge is the Minister of Magic. Fred said, "It is said that the new Minister would send a bunch of owls to Dumbledore every morning to consult with him about the Ministry of Magic. ”

Albert opened the Daily Prophet, glanced at the front page of the news, and suddenly said, "It's a pretty smart guy." ”

"Why do you say that? George was puzzled.

"At first, Fudge may not have much confidence in his own abilities. Albert said without thinking, "And Dumbledore's voice is far higher than the others, and Fudge wants everyone to know that Dumbledore's decision is related to it." ”

"Doing so will reduce the prejudice of the wizarding world, give him time to get used to the position of minister, and also let everyone see that he is trying to do a good job in the position of minister. In fact, Fudge's reputation after coming to power was not bad. ”

"Over the years, Fudge will become more and more confident, this is a process, and no one can start with the position of Minister of Magic. ”

"That makes sense. Fred nodded in approval.

Later, what the hell Cornelius Fudge was like, Albert knew.

Albert's assessment of Fudge was: Blinded by power.

The four-year election system is actually quite reasonable.

If Fudge had been the Minister of Magic for four years and then stepped down and replaced, Albert believed that Fudge would definitely have a good reputation at the Ministry of Magic, and that even if he didn't become the Minister of Magic, he would be able to get a good job.

It's a pity that the Minister of Magic, except for what he doesn't want to do, or is ousted from power, is basically for life.

"Do you master the fact that rats have turned into snuff boxes?" Shanna interjected abruptly, "I heard that the Transfiguration test will bake this question." ”

"There are still four months left until the final exams. Fred folded the newspaper, looked at Shanna, and said, "Don't make a fuss, we still have a long way to go." ”

"I've heard that if you do too badly, you'll be repeated by school!" Shan Na warned.

"I haven't heard of anyone who has been repeated. Fred shook his head and said, "As long as you put some effort into it before the exam, you will definitely not be repeated." ”

"Is anyone really being repeated?" said George, interested in the topic.

"Who?" said Lee Jordan, too.

"Probably not. ”

Albert frowned slightly, he remembered that a certain Slytherin student had been repeated, but whether this was true or not, he didn't want to delve into it at all, anyway, as long as he didn't get repeated. ”

"I really envy Albert, this guy will definitely get a high score if he takes the test casually. Lee Jordan said resentfully, he hadn't mastered turning rats into snuff boxes.

"I really envy Albert, this guy will definitely get a high score if he takes the test casually. The Weasley brothers repeated in unison.

"Shut up and fuck off. Albert scolded.

"Ahem. "Someone coughed.

Albert turned to look at the visitor and asked, "Something?"

"The next event will be at 3:30 p.m. next Saturday, don't mistake the time. Isobel reminded.

"Why did you change the time all of a sudden?" Albert asked, confused.

"The new issue of Transfiguration Today is on sale over the weekend, and Professor McGonagall is ready to take the ...

... Anyway, if you don't remember the time, it's fine. ”

"Oh, got it. Albert nodded.

"How's Professor McGonagall's club?" asked Shanna, curious.

"It's hard. Albert thought for a moment and said, "It's all about expanding knowledge, and Professor McGonagall also encourages us to write letters to experts in the field and keep in touch." ”

"You wrote it?" asked Lee Jordan.

"Don't ask. George said suddenly.

"Why?" were puzzled.

"I don't want to ...... at all," George could say before he could finish his sentence when he was interrupted by Albert.

"Don't worry, you can't hear me, no one will write back to me. Albert said calmly.

"Not really. ”

"Who do you expect to value a first-grader's letter?"

"You're not angry, don't you care?"

"Don't mind. Albert said calmly, "When I become the winner of the Most Promising Newcomer Award for Transfiguration Today, they will write back to me." ”

"You can see it very clearly. ”

"You haven't ...... yet What about leaving?" Albert turned his head and was speechless when he saw Isobel sitting behind him.

"Let's go, there are two herbal classes in the morning, don't be late. George stood up and reminded.

The four of them stood on the way to the greenhouse, looked at the heavy rain outside and asked, "Do you bring umbrellas?"

"I didn't bring it. ”

Several people looked at Albert in unison.

"I've mastered summoning, so it doesn't matter if I don't have an umbrella with me. Albert took out his wand and waved it, and the tip of the wand instantly conjured into an umbrella.

"So what are we going to do?" Fred asked.

"It's raining. Albert walked towards the greenhouse with an umbrella.

After the three of George looked at each other, they all ran towards Albert, and the four of them gathered under an umbrella and crowded towards the greenhouse.

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