The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The Easter break was over before Albert could find time to challenge the eagle-ring riddle.

After the holidays, the news of Professor Broad's resignation spread across Hogwarts in the blink of an eye, and everyone regretted it. Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of the few subjects that could bring them fun. The humorous and humorous Professor Broad always makes everyone learn a lot of useful things.

"Who will they arrange to teach next semester?"

"Who knows?" Lee Jordan said sullenly, staring at the Defence Against the Dark Arts paper on the parchment, which was almost finished. "Are you still doing your holiday homework for Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

Everyone knew that Professor Broad would resign early, but none of them thought that he would resign so soon.

"Do you know why Professor Broad resigned?" Angelina looked at Albert suspiciously and asked.

"Professor Brod mentioned this as early as the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Albert said without looking up, "It's just a little bit earlier."

"Is there such a thing?" Lee Jordan muttered. He was trying to finish his thesis and had forgotten what the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class was about.

"Yes, I remember this." Shanna nodded in agreement.

"The Defence Against the Dark Arts class is rumored to be cursed," said Albert, who was examining his thesis.

"I thought you would say the rumors are unreliable."

"If it weren't for the fact that Defence Against the Dark Arts professors were changed every year, I wouldn't believe any rumors, but the professor of this subject has never been more than a year old, and the wizards who serve as Defence Against the Dark Arts professors will always resign due to all kinds of troubles, some of them are seriously injured, Some even lost their lives."

"Professor Broad's early resignation is a very wise choice." Albert continued, "At least, he can ensure his own safety and not have to spend his later years in the hospital."

"Is it really that serious?" Angelina was a little disbelieving, she felt that Albert was deliberately exaggerating the so-called curse.

"I suggest you check the information yourself. This is much more credible than what I have to say with my tongue." Albert is sorting the parchment, and the library will be closed soon.

"Professor Brod has resigned, what about our Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Lee Jordan asked with a frown when several people left the library, "Self-study?"

"Someone takes the class, or we study by ourselves." Albert said without hesitation, "If someone takes the class, 80% of it will be Snape.

"

"Oh no."

"Of course, Snape also has his own class, so 80% of it will be self-study." Albert continued.

"Can't you just finish it all at once?" Lee Jordan said angrily, many people didn't like Snape's class, it was too depressing.

After ten thirty in the evening, the Weasley twins dragged their tired bodies back to the dormitory.

Filch deliberately did not complete the confinement at one time, but twice a week, and the two have been in confinement for nearly a month.

Long pain is worse than short pain!

Filch obviously knew this and made the Weasley brothers grit their teeth, but they couldn't do anything good with Filch.

"I feel like my hand is about to break!" Fred sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his sore wrist.

"What did Filch ask you to do?" Li Jordan covered a yawn and stuffed a spinach-flavored Bibiduo bean into his mouth.

"Copy the mistakes of some of the students and their punishment," Fred said feebly.

"This kind of work is tedious and pointless." George looked extremely annoyed. "Felch must have done it on purpose. Every time I see his schadenfreude face, I can't wait to put big shit on his face. face.

"There's nothing to complain about, who let you sneak into the woods!" Lee Jordan shrugged, "It's good luck not to be fired."

"Where's Albert? Did he go to the kitchen?" George peeled a toffee for himself, feeling a little hungry.

"No, I'm taking a shower."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Albert walked in in pajamas.

"Come back, what way did Filch come up with to torment you?" Albert was wiping the water on his hair with a towel.

"Very bad, Filch asked us to copy some of the mistakes of the old students, my hand is about to break," Fred muttered.

"Uh, how many times is this?"

"Oh, no, don't mention that we are still friends." Fred felt like he was about to collapse.

"The fifth time?" Lee Jordan guessed.

"The sixth time," George muttered.

"I'm going to take revenge on Filch!" Fred muttered, waving his fists, "Help us find a way!"

"Throw a bunch of shit in his office?" Lee Jordan suggested, "so he wouldn't dare go in there."

"We've run out of big shit!" Fred said sullenly, and he didn't think it was a good idea.

"I can help you with a bag of dung bombs for free." Albert suddenly said, obviously a master who doesn't take it too seriously.

"I also fund you a few big dung bombs," said Lee Jordan, who was watering the garlic.

The twins hesitated.

However, the first weekend after Easter, Fred and George made a decision.

The Gryffindor-Ravenclaw Quidditch match that everyone is watching takes place on the first weekend after Easter.

But on the weekend morning, Fred and George were told by Filch to be in lockdown today, which directly caused them to miss the opportunity to watch the last important game of Gryffindor.

"Felch must have done it on purpose, absolutely on purpose. He's taking revenge on us, in this way." Angrily Fred tore the note to shreds.

Filch's punishment was simply unbearable for the twins.

"This move is absolutely amazing." Albert commented, "It seems that Filch really hates the two of you."

"Hate?" Lee Jordan felt that Albert's words were inappropriate. If it wasn't for hatred, how could he deliberately lock them up during the Quidditch match, and the punishment for the lockup was to wash the chamber pot. "

"Does the funding you mentioned last time count?" Fred gritted his teeth, looking like he was ready to take revenge on Filch.

"Count, of course!" Albert tilted his head to look at Fred and George, reminding, "However, I suggest you start the night before leaving school."

"I know."

"After we watch it, we will tell you about the game." Lee Jordan comforted. However, the tone sounded a bit gloating.

"Maybe, after your confinement is over, the game isn't over yet!"

"You should say that Gryffindor will defeat Ravenclaw and win the Quidditch Cup this year." Fred and George corrected in unison.