Speaking of February, there's a lot to look out for.

At the beginning of February, students from the third grade onwards can visit Hogsmeade. There's a Quidditch match in the middle of the month, this time Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, and the Wizarding Club tournament selection at the end of the month.

Of course, this one is a good deal.

Time is like a lame old man, slowly stepping into February amid the urging of countless students.

Of course, not all students want time to pass faster, Albert is one of them, and he has been feeling a little short of time lately, and he has become less and less lazy.

I wish I had a time turner.

However, the time consumed by the time converter is actually counted on the user, and if the time converter is used too mundanely to go back to the past, the user's lifespan will be reduced.

Albert was thinking about whether to throw all the out of his body.

With so many old friends, he now basically needs to write a letter every day, and there are still a lot of things in his notebook that have not yet been completed.

Isobel was right, he was too greedy. If it weren't for the skill panel, I'm afraid I would have been crushed and driven crazy by that pile of things, and Hermione in the third year is the best example.

Forget it, now is not the time to stop and rest, accumulate more capital while you are young, and when you have enough capital, you can live the life you want.

"It's about the same for another year or two. ”

As for Voldemort's problem, Albert really never worried.

After all, with the tall man of the savior Potter, he needs to think about how to use Voldemort's affairs to his benefit.

After all, Voldemort's reign over the wizarding world was the darkest time for the wizarding world and Britain, and chaos meant opportunity.

Albert took out a small notebook and wrote down what came to mind, and the notebook was running out again.

He flipped through it, sighed softly, tucked the notebook back into his pocket, and checked the homework he had just done. He began to write to Mundungus Fletch and ask him to meet him at Three Broomsticks on his next Hogsmeade trip.

Albert did need the fur of the swamp digger, and the mandrake that had been stuffed into salt by himself a few months ago had been for months, and it should not be long before it was completely turned into a dark magic object. When the time comes, the fur of the swamp digger will need to straighten it, otherwise even Albert will not dare to rashly reprocess this dark magic item, lest he will be unlucky with him.

Mundungus Fletsch's reply was not long in coming, and he probably didn't want the fur of the swamp digger to be smashed on his hands. However, reading between the lines of the letter, it is not difficult to see that the guy still wants to slaughter Albert's wallet.

Do you really think of me as a child?

Albert couldn't help but laugh, and casually threw the parchment paper into the forbidden fireplace, watching the flames burn the paper to ashes, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Albert laughed so badly. The lazy George happened to look up at this scene, and couldn't help but shudder, touched Fred next to him with his elbow, and motioned for him to look at Albert.

"I don't know who's going to be unlucky!" Fred muttered quietly.

"Next time Hogsmeade, will you go?" Albert asked in a whisper after looking around to make sure there was no one around.

"Go, why not. Lee Jordan said without raising his head, just after Christmas, and his pockets were still bulging.

"The thief's letter?" Fred felt himself guessing the answer.

"Well, he doesn't seem to have given up on slaughtering me, and if the conversation breaks down then...... Albert sneered, "rob him, or buy and sell him." ”

"Isn't that ...... Not so good. Lee Jordan put down the quill in his hand and looked at Albert worriedly. Although he is often mischievous and likes to violate school discipline, Lee Jordan is still a good person at heart.

"It's not good, really. Albert doesn't deny it, "But Mundungus Fledge isn't a good guy either." That guy is a professional liar and a thief, and he also works part-time as a black market businessman, and he has done many shady hookups, and the other party doesn't want to trade well, so there is no need to be too polite to him. ”

"Albert is right about a bad guy, and I don't think I need to be too polite. Fred and George looked at each other and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do with this?" ”

"A phantom spell, a stun spell, a forgetfulness spell. Albert naturally knew what to do, and he wasn't worried about failing. There are some things, whether you have mental calculations or not, which really make you unguardable.

Perhaps Mundungus Fletsch was a very cautious fellow, but he would never have imagined that what he thought was a fat sheep was trying to rob him.

In his previous life, Albert considered himself a very moral person, and even if things fell apart, he never had such thoughts.

In this life, with a plug-in, mastered magical magic, and more than ten years under the influence of capitalism, the morality of the previous life has long been pushed to the corner by him.

To put it mildly: the primitive accumulation of capital has always been cruel and bloody.

"It's up to Mundungus Fletch to decide what to do with it. ”

Fred and George didn't have a good impression of Montongues, so they agreed with Albert, Lee Jordan agreed, and Albert didn't intend to go too far.

"What are you discussing?" said Shanna, still holding a book she had borrowed from the library.

"We're talking about wizard cards. Albert casually talked about the topic, and the three people next to him were also surprised and casually agreed.

"By the way, have you heard?"

"What did you hear?" Fred asked curiously.

"There's a monster hiding in the Forbidden Forest. Shanna reminded in a low voice, "In the afternoon, while someone was protecting magical creatures on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, I heard a terrible beast roar. ”

"Forbidden Forest, Beast Roar?" Albert immediately thought of Hagrid's Lowe.

"Perhaps, Hagrid has some dangerous animal in the Forbidden Forest. Fred joked.

"Shall we go in and see what kind of monster it is?" continued George, with a twinkle of curiosity in his eyes, "we can go with Hagrid, and this is his business." ”

It seems that George's head is not too stupid.

In just half a day, strange rumors began to circulate in the school that some dangerous magical creatures had run to the periphery in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Rumors swirled that Professor Kettleber was already planning to move most of his classes to Hogwarts' lawn near the Forbidden Forest.