Chapter 548 Different style of painting
Click!
There was a flash of light suddenly in his field of vision. Albert raised his hand to cover his cheek and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. It was a first-year student holding a camera in his hand.
“Anderson, can you give me an autographed photo?” The boy holding the camera asked anxiously after being glanced at by Albert.
“Sorry, I don’t like being photographed or signing autographs.”
Albert stretched out his hand to take the photo. Flames suddenly rose from his fingers and engulfed the photo. A burning smell began to spread in the common room, and was soon blown out of the window by a gust of wind.
The boy obviously never thought that the photo he had just taken would be destroyed by someone. He looked at Albert in astonishment. He had never seen anyone able to do such a thing. His eyes lit up and he wanted to ask. What, just listen to Albert say, "If you want to take pictures, I suggest you go to Professor Lockhart. He likes others to take pictures of himself. You can also get a few signed photos from Professor Lockhart. Maybe There will be girls willing to spend money to buy it. Of course, the famous Harry Potter is also a good choice, he is much more famous than me."
The boy nodded stupidly, his mind went blank. He didn't know what to say, so he heard Albert continue: "You can find other people to form a 'Harry Potter Admirers Club', Kim." Nee Weasley seems to admire Harry too, you can go find her."
The boy was a little dizzy by Albert's words, and walked away stupidly.
“Harry would be very angry if he knew.”
Angelina came over, raised her finger and pointed at Albert's glasses and asked: "When did you start wearing glasses?"
“Just now, a gift from a friend.” Albert pushed up his glasses and asked, “How do you feel?”
“He looks more mature than before, and he also has a strange temperament.” Aaliya giggled: “Very handsome, do you think it’s Katie?”
“Well, by the way, how did you do that just now?” Katie asked curiously, and there were many students around who were eavesdropping.
“It’s just a little trick.” Albert changed the subject, “How was Quidditch training?”
"It's bad, I think Wood is driving us crazy." The person who answered for the girls was Fred, who looked languid.
“Let us use your divination homework for reference.” George sat lazily in the armchair.
“Unfortunately, my divination class does not require homework.” Albert reminded with a smile.
As the only wizard in the Hogwarts school who can divine through crystal balls, he was exempted from homework after negotiating with Professor Trelawney. All he has to do now is to absorb knowledge about divination from Professor Trelawney. Knowledge, expand your knowledge.
Similar to the case of ancient magic texts, most Muggle Studies homework is also exempted. Although it sounds ridiculous, this is the privilege of a genius academic. For Albert, doing these things really didn't make much sense, it was just a waste of his time.
“That’s not fair!” Fred couldn’t help complaining, but he also knew Albert’s ability, so he just complained.
“Compared to this, haven’t you noticed that Ginny’s situation is not good?”
Albert changed the subject and motioned to Fred and George to look away from Ginny Weasley, who was doing homework in the distance. The girl's face was slightly pale and she looked sickly.
“What’s wrong with Ginny?” George asked anxiously.
"Maybe she has the flu. It's best to take her to Madam Pomfrey's." Albert said without thinking, "You two are very incompetent brothers!"
“I noticed it when I met her just now.” Albert said angrily.
Of course, Albert would not admit that he was secretly observing Ginny Weasley.
Horcruxes do have a very bad effect on the holder. Slightly different from Quirrell's situation, Ginny Weasley's situation was not that bad, but she did become weak.
Ginny, are you okay? "
Fred and George felt a little guilty, they had indeed neglected their sister, and Ginny looked lethargic.
Ginny didn't think she was sick and didn't want to go to Madam Pomfrey's school hospital. Fred and George had no better solution.
"You can ask Harry for help!" Albert suggested casually, "I remember that your sister admires Harry very much. Maybe Ron should take Harry with him."
“You are so excited!” Li Jordan walked towards this side, shook the oil paper bag in his hand and asked: “By the way, do you want to eat? How is the training over there?”
“Forget it, Wood is just a training freak.” Fred grabbed a piece of potato and egg pancake and took a bite while it was hot.
“I remember there were no players selected this year.”
“Well, what’s wrong?” Aaliya asked doubtfully.
"When I came back, I heard McLagan complaining to other people about it." Lee Jordan said after sharing the potato and egg pancakes in the oil paper bag with everyone: "He said that Wood only used acquaintances to play, and even the selection was direct. Save it.”
“He hasn’t participated in the last few training sessions.” George said angrily.
“Team selection is still needed, at least it can reduce gossip. If no one can see the hope of becoming a formal member of the team, how many people are willing to stay as waiting players?” Albert shook his head and reminded.
Some things still need to be done superficially. Albert doesn’t care, but it doesn’t mean that others don’t care.
In fact, this is also related to the fact that the latest players are too young, which directly led to Wood not even planning to conduct team selection.
“By the way, Albert, those house elves seem to like you.” Lee Jordan said with a smile: “When I went to the kitchen, I heard them discussing what Christmas gift to give you.”
“Give me a Christmas gift?” Albert raised his eyebrows and asked.
"I've never heard of house elves in school giving gifts to students." Arya was very interested in this. "How did you do it?"
“That guy was just teasing me.” Albert said casually.
"No, no." Li Qiaodan raised his hand and said seriously, "I promise that every word I said is true."
“Your guarantee is worthless.” Fred and George joked in unison.
"By the way, when did you start wearing glasses?" Fred reached out and took off Albert's glasses and put them on himself, "And they are still flat-rimmed glasses."
"Don't break it. This is a gift from a friend. It is said to be worth a lot of Galleons." Albert took back his glasses and put them on again, "Don't you think wearing glasses makes you look more mature?"
“You are mature enough.” Lee Jordan couldn’t help but complain. His words also expressed the sentiments of everyone present. Albert is indeed very mature, and sometimes it feels like both parties are not of the same style.
(End of this chapter)