The Hufflepuffs suffered a crushing defeat in a snowstorm at the end of November at Quidditch, and now Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are rivals for the House Cup.

In order to win, captain Charlie has been intensifying the intensity of Quidditch training, which has made the regular players miserable, and Fred, who is the team's substitute, can always find a good excuse to skip the hard training in the snow.

"Charlie must be crazy!" Fred muttered as he looked out the window at the snowstorm.

"He's just too hungry for a Quidditch trophy. Albert could understand Charlie's efforts, after all, it was the responsibility of the captain of Quidditch, and if even the captain himself relaxed, the Gryffindor team probably would never have a chance to lift the trophy.

"Are you coming home for Christmas break?" asked Li Jordan, who had just finished reading the letter sent from home.

"Go back for the holidays. Fred and George looked at each other and said without thinking.

"I also go home for the holidays. Albert looked at the potted plants by the window and asked, "We're all going back, what are we going to do with the things in the pots?"

"It shouldn't matter if you leave it here and don't water it for a month, right?" George looked at the lush pot of garlic by the window, but there was not much confidence in his tone.

"Actually, you can make it when you go back, I mean...... Christmas holidays. Albert spoke tentatively about it.

In fact, Albert knew very well that several people had little enthusiasm for making garlic crosses.

No way, children's patience is always very limited, and Albert even wonders if they have forgotten about it.

"Oh, what a thing!" said Fred and George, looking at each other, as if ...... about making the so-called amulet It seems that there is no longer the same enthusiasm as before.

A few people were even a little confused, wondering why they had such a passion for making such things in the first place.

"Yes, you can try it. However, we don't know how to make it...... Garlic cross. Do you really want to soak the cross in mashed garlic?" Fred asked tentatively, unsure if he would be beaten by his mother with a broom for wasting garlic like this.

"You can mash the garlic, soak it in alcohol, and then soak the cross in it. Albert didn't practice it either, and his proposals for the two were limited.

"That's a good idea. But......" Fred gasped, as if he had forgotten what to say.

"We're not sure if we'll be able to get alcohol, though. George continued, ordinary beer, they were hard to come across, let alone alcohol, and it was very difficult to get their hands on it.

"What are you going to do with that pot of white fresh food?" Li Jordan hurriedly diverted the topic, his actual situation was not much better than that of the twins.

"Stay here, if you die, then there is no way!" Another pot of plants by the window is the white fresh branch that Albert got from Hagrid, the white fresh is an herbaceous plant, as long as its branches are buried in the soil bag, and carefully cared for, it is not too difficult to regrow the new white fresh.

It's just that white fresh is easily affected by the weather, and if you don't transplant it in a greenhouse in winter, or find a warmer place, it can easily wilt.

In fact, Albert did not have much confidence that he would be able to feed this pot of white fresh in winter.

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As we enter December, the weather is getting colder and colder.

While the Gryffindor common room was blazing with a fire, the windswept corridors were made colder by the snowstorm. The glass of the windows was crackling with the cold wind and snow, and everyone had to wrap themselves in their clothes even tighter.

Christmas is approaching, and everyone is looking forward to the holidays.

However, professors subconsciously leave students with a bunch of homework.

"It's not enough to have a good Christmas holiday!" said Lee Jordan, looking at the homework that had risen sharply on the parchment, and threw the quill pen on the table again.

"Accept your fate, you have to do it anyway, or come back after the holidays and let the professors take turns to confine you down. Albert put away the parchment, and had to admit that there was a lot of homework for the Christmas holidays, and even he could not complete it all in a short time.

"Don't talk about it, you're the devil. Lee Jordan leaned back in his armchair.

Today, students from the third grade and above have gone to Hogsmeade Village, otherwise they would not have the opportunity to use the common room comfortably.

"Albert!" George's words trembled, pointing to the front page of the Daily Prophet, urging him, "Look at this, look at this!"

"What's wrong?" Fred asked feebly, "what's the big news in the Daily Prophet?"

"Millison Bagno has decided to retire in February, and his successor has been confirmed to be Cornelius Fudge. George's breathing became rapid.

"Connelly Fudge?" Fred repeated, his thoughts pausing for a moment, and his voice suddenly raised by eight points, "you mean...... Cornelius Fudge?"

"What's the matter, is there anything wrong with Cornelius Fudge?" Lee Jordan looked at the twin brothers suspiciously, and suddenly came back to his senses, "Wait, Cornelius Fudge seems to be ......"

The three of them turned their heads in unison and looked at Albert with strange eyes, and when they saw this report, they suddenly remembered one thing, meeting Albert on the Hogwarts Express......

"I remember......" George said inarticulately

“...... You seem to have spent 25 Galleons on ......," Fred continued.

"Cornelius Fudge will be the next Minister of Magic!" Jordan's eyes widened.

At this moment, the three of them opened their mouths in unison and looked at Albert in shock.

"I remember that there was indeed such a thing. Albert nodded, "At the beginning, I asked you if you wanted to participate in the quiz together. ”

"My heart ...... It hurts. Fred reached out and covered his chest, his breathing becoming rapid. If you ...... It was a terrible feeling to watch Garon slip out of his hands......

"What are the odds for Cornelius Fudge?" asked Jordan suddenly.

"I remember it was like 4 times. ”

"25 Galleons is ...... 100 Galleons!" Lee Jordan's breathing grew heavier and heavier, like a panting old cow.

"100 Galleons. The twins muttered with glazed eyes.

100 Galleons, a lot of money, for a few people, they didn't even think about it.

"As I said, my luck is usually not too bad. Albert winked at the three and said, "However, did the Daily Prophet mention when the money would be paid?"

"This ...... It shouldn't be too late, I think the quiz will be over when Cornelius Fudge announces his ascension as the next Minister of Magic, and they should soon be counting and awarding prizes to the winners. ”

Albert nodded and said, there is no need to worry about running out of money recently.

To be honest, he doesn't like to ask his family for money to buy things, and it's not good to ask someone for money.

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