After several days of rainy days, the sky finally cleared, the temperature around the castle began to plummet, and winter in Scotland began to fall without warning.

In the dormitory, Fred, who was carrying a small kettle and humming a ditty, was standing by the window, watering the sprouting garlic sprouts in the pot.

The garlic, which has been carefully cared for by everyone, has finally managed to grow young shoots in the pot, and now it has grown to the height of a thumb.

"I don't understand, I ...... back then," George couldn't help but murmur as he put a hand-knitted sweater on his body, "Why didn't we think about planting garlic in pots in the first place?"

"Don't water and fertilize the garlic seedlings in the pot all day, be careful to raise the garlic seedlings in this pot to death. Albert was buttoning the buttons on his robe, and did not forget to say, "Today is a rare good weather, don't forget to bring the pot outside and let it bask in the sun for a while, the plant will not live long without the sun." ”

It's getting colder and colder, and it's raining intermittently throughout October, and it's very bad, and it's not uncommon to see good weather when it clears.

The pot of garlic in the dormitory has almost no chance to bask in the sun, and the number of times it has been brought out to bask in the sun from germination to the present can be counted on one hand.

"What the hell are you guys doing? ”

As they passed through the antechamber, they were stopped by Filch.

"There's no rule at Hogwarts that you can't keep potted plants, right?" Fred gestured to the pots in his hand, "I guess this doesn't violate the school rules, right?" ”

"Is this grass, do you think I'm blind?" Filch said, pointing to the garlic seedlings in the pot.

"Ahem, garlic was a weed shortly before it was discovered to be edible. Albert raised an eyebrow and reminded, "Besides, this is not a dangerous plant. ”

"Hmph, it's best not for me to find out what the hell you're doing behind your back. Filch glared fiercely at the four, hugged his cat and turned away.

"That guy is so annoying. George gestured rudely to Filch's back as he walked away.

"You can wait for the garlic to be planted and give him a few, the cat hates the pungent smell of garlic. The expression on Albert's face became very strange, as if he had thought of some bad idea.

During the meal, the surrounding seniors had been discussing Hogsmeade. Charlie also took a rare break from the weekend's devil training and gave the official Quidditch players a holiday.

Percy sat not far from them, chattering about Hogsmeade with the others.

No one knew that Albert and his party had already slipped through the secret passages to Hogsmeade.

At nine o'clock in the morning, students who were going to Hogsmeade began to gather in the foyer.

Filch stood in the middle of the door, holding a long list, checking the names of the students who had gone to Hogsmeade one by one, the wrinkled old face pressing hard into the list, and after reading each name, he would look at each other's faces with suspicion, beware of the opportunity for the junior students to sneak out.

The four of them returned to the common room, which was mostly empty, except for the first and second graders, and they were all happy that no one had taken their comfort spots.

Of course, there were a couple of older students, who had apparently been to Hogsmeade many times and had no new feeling for it.

"Do you want to keep doing your homework?" asked George, "and I'm still 1 inch short of my metamorphosis paper." ”

"I'm done," Albert said with his hand and patting George on the shoulder, "you guys cheer yourselves, I'm going to go for a walk and take some pictures by the way." ”

As he spoke, he raised the camera in his hand and asked, "Is anyone going with you?"

"I'll forget it!" Fred was a little depressed, he couldn't believe how Albert had done the homework that the professors had given him that would never be done.

The others shook their heads, they hadn't finished their metamorphosis papers to turn in next Monday, and if they didn't turn them in in time, they might be locked up by Professor McGonagall.

Moreover, the floating spell of the magic science has not been mastered by several people, and it takes time to practice the spell.

"Then forget it, I'll go by myself. The roommates' answers were exactly what Albert had expected.

"Lend us your homework...... Draw on that!" Lee Jordan said before Albert turned to leave.

"Don't think about it, do you think Professor McGonagall won't be able to see it? Albert waved at the group, turned and disappeared into the entrance to the break room.

Today, Hogwarts Castle is mostly empty, with most of the upperclassmen visiting Hogsmeade and the freshmen enjoying the exclusive lounge.

For Albert, this is a good opportunity. He came to the tapestry of the troll on the eighth floor of the castle beating the stupid Barnabas, raised his camera and took a picture of the tapestry, and after observing that no one was around, he closed his eyes and began to pace back and forth in front of the wall opposite the tapestry:

I need a place where I can hide my things...... I need a place where I can hide my things...... I need a place where I can hide my things......

When Albert walked in front of the empty wall for the third time, the lines of the gate began to appear on the empty wall, and the door of the Room of Requirement was open for Albert again.

After making sure that no one was around, he pushed open the door and walked in.

On the other side of the door was a large hall like an auditorium, and the windows above the room let in sunlight on the hill of discarded furniture, which was not hard to see that it had been made of objects used by generations of Hogwarts students and professors.

"It worked. Albert raised his hand and made a yes gesture, even though he knew that he could find this place, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited when he actually entered the place where the items were stored in the Room of Requirement.

No way, who let Voldemort's Horcruxes hide somewhere here.

Find Ravenclaw's tiara, that's why Albert got here.

Every Harry Potter fandom protagonist attempts to enter the Room of Requirement in search of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and takes it upon them to take out the Dark Lord's great mission.

Well, Albert's fandom in his last life is not exempt from vulgarity.

However, Albert didn't intend to give himself such noble sentiments, and stumbling with the "noseless monster" with a problematic IQ was obviously not something a sane person would do.

And, to defeat the Dark Lord, that's the life of the savior Potter.

stealing the limelight from the protagonist, this is not kind.

Moreover, the savior Potter was born with the protagonist's aura protector, and dangerous things naturally require him to rush to the forefront, even if he encounters a life and death crisis, he can resist through the protagonist's aura, and the "boy who doesn't die in a catastrophe" is not called in vain.

Voldemort, though, was a problem that needed to be dealt with after all.

In Albert's eyes, the final boss is a nuisance, and he doesn't mind helping to fuel the flames in the back, so that the guy who is nicknamed "Noseless" dies a little faster.

The premise is that the death of this big boss in Harry Potter can bring him enough benefits.

In fact, Albert never doubted this.

After all, it's also a big boss anyway, and you can squeeze enough benefits from the other party through the panel anyway.