Chapter 221 Confident
“Have you seen these things?”
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle, Professor Rowena Smith looked at the contents on the parchment in her hand and raised her head to look at Albert in surprise. The young student in front of him was just Just by glancing at the ancient magic text on the parchment I gave him, he could immediately give the answer.
Even if Albert had made good achievements in the ancient magic script, Professor Smith did not think that the other party could translate it in the first place. The only possibility was that he knew it or had seen it before. After all, Professor Brod had a very good relationship with Albert. If the professor had shown something similar to Albert, it would not be surprising if the other party could translate it at the first sight. .
“I’ve seen it before.” Albert admitted straightforwardly, “Professor Brod once asked me to help translate something similar, and the content basically didn’t change much.”
Professor Smith stared at the parchment and fell into silence. To be honest, he was embarrassed now, because with Albert's intelligence, he had naturally figured out that what he showed him was actually split from a large piece of ancient magic text. And I don’t want the other party to know the content.
"I suggest you show me the entire content, so that I can translate it better. Of course, if it's inconvenient, forget it!" In fact, Albert could guess where those ancient magic texts came from. Yes, even if Professor Smith is unwilling to share it, he will naturally be able to see it when he enters the Ravenclaw knowledge treasure house, so Albert does not care too much whether Professor Smith is willing to share these records of ancient magic texts with him.
"In a few days, I will sort them out, and I'll leave it to you then." Professor Smith was silent for a moment, and then made a decision quickly. Although he also has considerable attainments in ancient magic texts, compared with Albert, is the gap really big?
At least, Professor Smith looked in that secret room for a long time, and still could not fully understand the meaning of the ancient magic texts left on the wall.
“That’s my honor.” Albert smiled.
“Go and do your own business!” Professor Smith said to see the guest off.
Albert stood up, nodded to Professor Smith, turned around and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
“Did Professor Smith come to Hogwarts for the Ravenclaw treasure trove of knowledge?” Albert stood at the end of the corridor and murmured, looking at the heavy rain outside.
“Tell me, when will this heavy rain stop?” Soon after, Fred’s voice rang in his ears.
“Who knows?”
"If you miss this time, I probably won't have the chance to go into the forest to look for jumping toadstools again this year." Lee Jordan looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, then turned to look at Albert. Not only him, but also the Weasley brothers. Looking at Albert.
"Don't look at me like that. I won't rush into the woods on this rainy day." Albert opened the package, stuffed a hard candy into his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and said, "So, you might as well give up."
He looked around to make sure there was no one else, then continued: "When the time comes, we can get it from Greenhouse No. 3 or the pharmacy in Diagon Alley."
On a rainy day, going into the woods to look for something in the rain is definitely something a mentally retarded person would do. In this kind of weather, Albert wanted to go back to the common room, sit by the fireplace, read a book, and enjoy the leisurely rainy day. That's how people should live.
“The common room is full of people now.” George reminded Albert with a smile, as if he could see through Albert’s thoughts at a glance.
To be honest, for a Quidditch player, this little rain is nothing. After all, all Quidditch players train rain or shine.
George suddenly looked at Albert with a strange look.
This guy shouldn't...hate the rain, right?
They once suspected that the fundamental reason why Albert was unwilling to become an official Quidditch player was that... he was unwilling to go to the Quidditch field for training in rainy weather.
On rainy days, Albert preferred to stay by the stove and read a book.
"Then let's go to the auditorium, just in time to finish this week's homework." Albert comforted casually: "Maybe, this is just a shower, and it will stop soon. Before the rain stops..."
Albert already regretted saying these words, because his words really came true. It was just a shower. The rain came and went quickly. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the rain stopped. It stopped completely and the sky began to clear.
Albert, who had just written half of his thesis, had to go out with the three of them to look for jumping toadstools in the Forbidden Forest.
This kind of mushroom has a special meaning to the four people. In order to study it, the four people spent a lot of time and energy to inquire about the relevant information about the jumping toadstool, and how to catch it and how to convert the jumping toadstool into galleons. Research.
So, after Fred and the others have paid so much, they don’t want to give up this obsession easily.
Like the matter of growing garlic last year, as long as time goes on a little longer, it will probably be forgotten soon!
"Hagrid should be in his hunting lodge, but we'd better go around and enter the forest from the side." Fred mentioned the entrance to the Forbidden Forest where he last entered, which was far away from Hagrid's hunting lodge and not easily accessible by the sea. Ge noticed.
“Don’t think we are not prepared for anything.” George said mysteriously: “We know a few places where we may have a chance to find jumping toadstools.”
"Remember the last time we entered the woods?" Fred then added: "The route we took..."
"You actually plan to fool me with these nonsense? I followed you deep into the Forbidden Forest last time." Albert got a pair of rain boots for himself.
It had just rained, and the ground was wet and muddy. Albert didn’t want to make a mess, so he pulled up the hood of his cloak to cover his head to prevent the residual rainwater from the forest from spilling on him and making his clothes wet.
"We'd better come back before five o'clock. Winter nights come very early." Albert glanced at the pocket watch in his hand and said to Fred and others: "There are still two and a half hours."
“That should be enough time, if we’re lucky enough.”
“Have you brought the elixir?” Fred asked in a low voice. This was the source of their confidence. After drinking the elixir, Albert was so lucky that he didn't need to worry about finding the jumping toadstools at all.
"Bring it with me." Albert was quite helpless. Before he could prepare the elixir, he drank a little or a little.
“It only takes about two or three hours of dosage,” said Lee Jordan comfortingly.
Albert couldn’t help but rolled his eyes and took a small sip. How could he be so precise?
(End of this chapter)