Chapter 640 There is an ambush
Having just finished the Transfiguration class, Albert followed the others to the hall. As he passed through the foyer, he saw a group of students gathering around the bulletin board, reading the words on a piece of parchment that had just been nailed up.
“Percy, do you know the content of the announcement?” Albert greeted Percy in the crowd and asked about the information posted on the notice board.
“About arrangements during the Easter holidays.”
Percy glanced back at the crowded bulletin board and told Albert what he knew: "Professor McGonagall requires that students staying on campus during the holidays can only move around in the halls, libraries and common rooms of each college."
“This is definitely the worst Easter ever at Hogwarts!”
Abbott is not surprised. If the control over students is relaxed during the Easter holidays, then what is the point of the previous strict control?
Lee Jordan squeezed out of the crowd and couldn't help but complain: "If you ask me, just don't take the Easter holiday. The situation is the same anyway, and you don't have to do that annoying holiday homework!"
Percy frowned after hearing what Lee Jordan said and said to several people: "Professor McGonagall did this entirely for everyone's safety, and she has also been working hard to maintain the normal operation of the school."
“Why don’t all the students go home for Easter?”
Abbott believes that under the current situation, the Easter holiday is definitely a headache, and it is not a good idea to keep students in school for the holiday. If we were forced to go home for Easter, there wouldn't be this much trouble.
"The situation is not that bad. Professor McGonagall can't send all the students home..." Percy originally wanted to use "rush", but felt it was inappropriate, and finally changed his mind temporarily.
Since nothing happens, let’s continue procrastinating.
This kind of luck mentality is not unfamiliar to Albert. By the time something happens, it will be too late. This is not just a saying.
However, Professor McGonagall politely suggested through the bulletin board that everyone should go home for the holidays.
In fact, she did so.
During lunch, Professor McGonagall began to sign the list of students staying at the school. I have to say that the message on the bulletin board was very effective. Many students had reserved seats on the Hogwarts Express and planned to go home for the Easter holiday. .
Sanna saw Albert signing the parchment of the students who stayed at school, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Are you really not going to go home for Easter?"
"No, I don't plan to go back." Albert casually found an excuse and said perfunctorily, "It's almost holiday anyway, and there is a lot of homework during the Easter holiday, and most of the students who go back will not be able to finish it."
“I don’t think anyone believes your nonsense now.” Fred and George both cast contemptuous glances at Albert.
If you don’t count the first and second grade students, Albert is probably the one who has the least pressure from holiday homework. But they know that Albert has almost finished his holiday homework in the past few days.
"Don't worry, we will keep an eye on him and won't let Albert be attacked." Lee Jordan patted his chest while not forgetting to place a flag on Albert's head.
“Shut up, don’t raise flags for me.” Albert forked a large potato and stuffed it directly into Lee Jordan’s mouth, blocking out what he wanted to say again.
Lee Jordan picked up the fork nonchalantly, took a bite of the potatoes on it, and said incoherently: "I'm just talking casually, and it's not you. Whatever you say will get you what you want."
In a blink of an eye, the Easter holiday begins.
On Saturday morning, many students appeared in the foyer in twos and threes dragging suitcases, preparing to take the Thestral carriage to Hogsmeade Station.
In fact, Hogwarts School, which lost the protection of Professor Dumbledore, made many students lose their sense of security, and the vast majority of Muggle wizards were unwilling to stay in school for the holidays.
After most of the students left, the castle suddenly became empty. According to Fred and George, there were only a few more students staying in school for Easter than during Christmas vacation.
Albert planned to do his holiday homework first, so as not to rush to do it a few days before the holiday ended. Although Fred, George and Lee Jordan were unwilling to do their homework as soon as they had a holiday, they still went to the library with Albert to do their homework.
You have to do it anyway, so of course you have to hug your thighs.
They have to take a crack at this too, as the amount of homework during the Easter holidays every year is overwhelming.
Albert was walking through the bookshelves, looking for useful magic paper materials. He only had the last few papers left to write for his holiday homework.
If there is not enough information to fill it, I really don’t know how to fill the twelve inches of parchment paper.
As soon as he took the book out of the bookshelf to read, Albert immediately noticed that someone had a note stuffed in the book.
He pulled out the note and found it written in Chinese characters: Today is the day.
Seeing the Chinese on the note, Albert was silent for a moment and then understood the meaning.
The attack happened today.
He actually left a note to remind himself that something was going to happen.
Albert stuffed the note into the pocket on his robe, then stuffed the book back into the bookshelf, and continued to walk around the library until he reached a place where others could not see him. Then he took out the deformed lizard skin bag and removed it from the skin. A small golden medicine bottle was taken out of the bag.
That is the elixir of good fortune, the legendary luck potion.
At critical moments, suitable for saving lives.
In order to ensure that he is foolproof, Albert always carries these things with him to deal with all possible unexpected events.
Scraped off the sealing wax on the mouth of the bottle with his fingernails, pulled out the cork, measured it, and took a small sip. He used up about a quarter of the amount, which could bring him a few hours of luck.
As soon as the Fuling Elixir was taken, Albert could clearly feel the potion starting to take effect.
An extremely exciting feeling flows through the whole body, as if he has become omnipotent and can easily accomplish anything.
The feeling that you can do anything, as if everything becomes easy, is really fascinating.
Of course Albert knew that it was a small side effect of the Fuling Elixir, but as long as it was handled carefully, it was not a big problem compared to the powerful effect of the Fuling Elixir itself.
Under the effect of Felixir, Albert's brain has never been so clear as it is now, and he is confident that he can win. Especially when he was well prepared, Albert really didn't know how to lose.
Hmm, the elixir, or intuition, was telling Albert that the parchment might have other meanings, and he might finally use the time turner to escape the basilisk.
Now, I should go back and continue my holiday homework, and then give Ginny Weasley some hints to give her time to prepare for the attack.
Albert returned to everyone with a few books. While flipping through the information, following the prompts of his elixir (intuition), he whispered to a few people, "Oh, I almost forgot something, tomorrow is Easter." Well, last time someone sent me an invitation to attend the Easter dinner, and now that this has happened, I don’t know if Professor McGonagall will allow me to use the Floo network to leave the school."
Fred, George and Lee Jordan were all used to Albert running away to attend Easter banquets. The most they could do was complain to their faces that Albert had to sneak away to eat delicious food again.
Albert pretended not to hear the complaints from several people, and continued to immerse himself in writing the curse paper. He glanced at Ginny Weasley not far away from the corner of his eye, and muttered in his heart: "Tom, don't let me down. ah!"
The curse paper was completed faster than expected. Albert handed the paper to Fred, politely rejected the intention of several roommates (who wanted to take the opportunity to be lazy) to accompany him to find Professor McGonagall, and left the library alone. , go to Professor McGonagall's office.
The journey from the library to Professor McGonagall's office is short, but it is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for Tom Riddle.
Albert was naturally very aware of the dangers of this journey, because this was the best opportunity he created for Tom Riddle to attack.
As soon as he left the library, Albert took out the map from his pocket and locked in the specific location of Ginny Weasley.
Ginny was in the abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor, where the unlucky Miss Ghost had obviously been petrified.
A slight smile appeared on Albert's lips, and he walked toward Professor McGonagall's office. Along the way, there was a ghost patrolling the corridor, but the ghost's position never changed. Albert suspected that he had been attacked by a basilisk.
When he reached a corridor near the stairs between the third and second floors, Albert began to slow down his pace. The elixir (intuition) told him that he should stop. Albert could not help but squint his eyes and look at the corner. direction, he could feel a deep malice coming from the corner at the end of the corridor.
This was the first time Albert had felt like this. The hairs all over his body stood on end, and a sense of crisis of death arose in his heart.
It is true that the elixir cannot bring him real luck, but it has greatly enhanced Albert's abilities in all aspects and amplified his five senses.
The elixir (intuition) told him that he could not go there, otherwise he might die here.
He stopped, reached into his pocket and took out the hot detection ball, and suddenly there was a malicious smile on his lips.
Tom Riddle was probably waiting for her on the other side of the corner, and with her was the basilisk in the secret room.
As long as you pass a corner, you will definitely run into a basilisk, and the consequences can be imagined.
Tom Riddle was spying on him, waiting for him to take the bait, and why wasn't he?
“Come on, the game begins!”
Albert took a deep breath, suppressed his beating heart, reached out from the package at his waist and took out the things he had specially prepared for the basilisk. He turned around and walked back without hesitation, and began to move along the planned route.
He knew that at the moment he turned around, the expression of Tom Riddle, who was tracking him through the footprints spell, must be particularly wonderful.
(End of this chapter)