Chapter 135 If you want to be useful, you must...
Since meeting McDoug, Albert could not believe that his campus life had changed drastically.
Digging too deeply into the secrets of the magic text has put a considerable burden on Albert's brain. The direct manifestation is that during the recent period, Albert's spirit has been a bit sluggish.
However, there are still some benefits to this high-load situation.
Albert's magic writing skill experience increased rapidly at an incredible speed. In less than half a month, it had soared by nearly 1,000 points.
Most importantly, Albert felt that he was about to get in touch with what he wanted, the real way to use the ancient magic text as mentioned by McDougal.
If you upgrade your magic skills to level 3, you may be able to master that part of the knowledge in a short time, but Albert would still rather spend more time in this area. Even if you upgrade the skills directly to level 3, you will not get the knowledge. It still takes a long time to digest.
Moreover, using too much experience to upgrade skill levels at one time is a big burden on the experience pool, and Albert will not take the risk of doing so.
For him, directly upgrading a skill to level 2 is within the current range he can afford, and it must be a practical skill before he can do this.
The experience in the experience pool is not only reserved for upgrading the economy and finance, it is also Albert's greatest backup and guarantee.
It is undoubtedly not a good thing if you can only go out but not enter.
“What’s happened to you recently? You look very tired.” George said.
"It's okay, it's just that there's a lot to do. Please push the marmalade over there to me." Albert was putting two sausages, a fried egg, and half a fried tomato on his plate. .
“Here.” George glanced at Albert suspiciously and didn’t ask any more questions.
Taking the marmalade handed over by George, Albert spread a thick layer on the piece of bread, put it to his mouth and took a big bite. He casually took out his diary from his pocket and started to read through the things he had recorded before. See if you forgot anything.
It is true that Albert has a very strong memory, but after he starts doing something seriously, he tends to forget about other things.
“Reading your notebook again?” Fred said with a smile, “By the way, there is an Apparition class in the afternoon, do you want to go and see it?”
“I remember that in the last Apparition class, a Hufflepuff boy was cut into pieces.” Lee Jordan smiled and talked about the interesting things about the Apparition class.
“It’s a dismemberment, not a dismemberment.” Angelina on the other side glanced at Lee Jordan with disgust and corrected her, “Don’t use such a terrible word in the wrong place.”
“I remember that person’s name seems to be Feige.” Lee Jordan said.
"It's Figo." Albert took a bite of the fried egg and weakly corrected the other party's mistake.
“How do you know?” Lee Jordan asked a little unconvinced, “I remember…”
"Last time, I met a Hufflepuff friend in the library...ahem." Albert took a big mouthful of pumpkin juice, looked at the fried eggs on his fork, and put it aside temporarily. Keep it aside, ready to eat later.
“Do you have any Hufflepuff friends?” Alia was curious that Albert actually knew Hufflepuff students. This guy had a wide range of friends!
“Who doesn’t have a few friends?” Albert disagreed.
"I remember it was... the fierce man who punched the Ravenclaw prefect last time. He seemed to be called..."
“Your name is Truman,” Fred reminded. “I realize your memory is really bad.”
“Who would go out of their way to remember these things?” Lee Jordan argued.
Speaking of Truman, the Weasley brothers suddenly looked at Albert and asked in a low voice: "Last time, was that your idea for Truman?"
"It's not repaired, but it has been returned, and Mrs. Pince didn't notice it." George's face looked a little unnatural.
“At that time, we made a bold decision.” Fred explained, “We tore the page completely. As long as we don’t turn to that page, we will not be discovered.”
"You're in good luck." Albert was speechless. He thought the twins would repair the book and return it, but he didn't expect it would be like this. Anyway, as long as Mrs. Pince didn't find it, it would be fine.
“I wonder which unlucky guy will take the blame for you.”
“Ahem, that has nothing to do with us.” The twins looked a little embarrassed.
George quickly changed the subject: "By the way, are you going to go to the Apparition class this afternoon?"
“Go, it’s good to listen to the class for a while, you can always learn something.” Albert nodded and said, he wanted to see if he could use this method to make Apparition appear in his skill list.
Basically, every time Vicky Tycross came to Hogwarts to teach the Apparition class, Albert would watch it and record some knowledge that needed to be mastered. In his little notebook are the three D's (three things to note) mentioned by Ty Cross.
It would be great if you could try it yourself.
It is a pity that first-year students cannot sign up, otherwise they can practice Apparition under the guidance of someone, which will undoubtedly greatly improve the safety and learning efficiency of Apparition.
“What are you thinking about?” Shanna interrupted.
“I’m probably wondering why the lower-grade students can’t sign up for Apparition class.” George said with an expression that said, “I’ve seen through Albert.”
"This opportunity is rare. However, Apparition is still too difficult for lower grade students. We do not have enough magical power to support ourselves in completing this magic." Although Albert said this, it was actually very difficult. Depressed, unlike others, he does not have such troubles. As long as he can master the skills, he can immediately master phantom appearance by adding experience points at any time.
“You can use the Disillusionment Charm!” Fred whispered.
"Don't be stupid, do you think that thing can surpass Professor McGonagall?" Albert rolled his eyes at Fred.
"Even if you learn it, you can't use it. You are not allowed to use magic during the summer vacation." George said seriously.
“Why?” Shanna asked puzzledly.
"Anyway, this is what the Ministry of Magic stipulates. It is said that you will be severely warned for the first time, and you may be expelled for the second time. Even if you are lucky enough not to be expelled, you will be severely fined a large sum of galleons." George said seriously reminded.
"How do you know?" Shanna asked with a frown, "I used it at home during the Christmas vacation without any warning?"
“That’s because you haven’t received the official notification yet.” Percy sat next to George and answered Zannah’s question for him. "After receiving the official notification from the Ministry of Magic during the summer vacation, you cannot use it unless you are 17 years old."
"As far as I know, you will not be warned when using magic in an area with dense wizards like Diagon Alley. It should be fine for pure-blood wizards to use it at home." Albert said softly, "The Ministry of Magic has no way of figuring out who it is. in use."
"How do you know?" Zannah stared at Albert curiously, while Percy next to him was a little embarrassed.
"Ever since that unlucky guy Truman was almost expelled for this shit." Albert curled his lips disdainfully and said, "I have paid special attention to this issue. Later, I also asked some senior students and learned that the Ministry of Magic used a There is something called a trace that locates and monitors our surroundings. As long as you use magic in a Muggle area, the magic part can send you a warning letter in minutes."
"If magic is used in Diagon Alley or where wizards live, the Ministry of Magic won't know who used it?" Zannah asked tentatively.
“Yes, that’s what it is.” Albert nodded.
“It’s so unfair,” Shanna said angrily.
“Wizard families need to rely on conscious supervision by family members.” Percy explained with a dry cough.
“If self-awareness is really useful, why would the Ministry of Magic make so many laws?” Zannah sneered.
"I like what you said." Albert couldn't help laughing, "How philosophical, don't you think?"
(End of this chapter)