It is late at night.

In the quiet corridor, faint footsteps came from a distance.

At the corner of the dark corridor, a pale light suddenly lit up. However, there was no one behind the ball of light, like a ghost floating in the void.

For a moment, the ball of light stopped in front of the portrait of the fat lady. The lady who was just about to rest was obviously dissatisfied that she was disturbed by someone sleeping. She opened her eyes before she had time to ask for the password. She was shocked to find the door behind her The man opened from the inside.

"The time is just right." Lee Jordan's voice came from the dark passage.

The ball of light floated into the passage, and the portrait of the fat lady closed again, blocking the entrance passage of the Gryffindor common room.

The gatekeeper lady still looked like **** at the moment.

In fact, the people in the corridor just now were Fred and George. They were also invisible with the phantom curse. When using the luminous curse, they felt like a ghost floating in the void.

And Gryffindor's door would suddenly open, in fact, because the twins had arranged a time with Lee Jordan, and when they came back on time, Lee Jordan opened the door of the Gryffindor common room from inside to let them Come in so you can bypass the fat lady.

"What did you get?" Lee Jordan asked, rubbing his hands.

"Butter biscuits." Fred took out the greased paper bag and looked at Lee Jordan who reached out to grab it with a reproachful look. "Go back to the dormitory and eat."

"You must have eaten in the kitchen." Lee Jordan said with his lips.

This is inevitable!

For a moment, the common room fell into silence again, and the three people's footsteps gradually faded away.

The door of a certain dormitory was pushed open without warning.

A dark shadow was quietly approaching the back figure sitting in the armchair.

"What is supper?" the person in the armchair suddenly said.

"Butter cookies," one person said.

"Want?" the other person asked while eating.

"It's almost finished by that guy." The third person said.

"Leave me some." Albert took a deep breath, and after lifting the phantom spell for the two of them, he took a sip of the cold milk tea, and examined the transfiguration paper he had just written before.

"You look tired?" Fred handed Albert a cup of freshly brewed milk tea, glanced at the paper next to him and said: "Doing so many things for yourself, this is not asking for trouble. ?"

"Thank you." Albert took the teacup, but did not drink the milk tea in it, turned his head and stared at Fred and said, "If you don't need to bite your nose and give me milk tea for the teacup, I will thank you even more."

Fred was also taken aback.

George chuckled aside, because he gave Fred the teacup.

Albert glanced at George, then moved his gaze to Lee Jordan, who was immersed in the supper, and said, "Leave me some butter biscuits. I am a little hungry. Don't think I don't know you want to take the last piece. Leave it to me."

Lee Jordan opened his mouth, unexpectedly being seen through by Albert.

Not long ago, Albert raised the idea of contemplation and Occlumency to Level 2 and Level 3 respectively. Although the experience was a bit painful for him, Albert knew this was a necessary process.

Occlumency is like a protective shield for thinking. With this skill, he does not need to worry about his thoughts being easily seen through.

If not for the skill points have been used up, Albert wants to upgrade Occlumency to Level 4.

This kind of protection is too important for Albert. As a traverser, he does not want people to know his secrets anyway.

Moreover, if he wants to tell Dumbledore about Ravenclaw's crown, he has to invest more experience and skill points in this area.

Of course, it's worth it. Tom's Horcrux mission can provide him with plenty of experience afterwards!

"How about the wizard cards of other colleges?" Albert reached out and took the greased paper bag that Lee Jordan handed over, took out a butter biscuit from it, stuffed it into his mouth and asked while chewing.

"Ravenclaw has confirmed more than 20 cards. Hufflepuff has fewer cards, only 18." Lee Jordan thought for a while and said, "Right, there are two more plans today. Joining our club, they all hope to have their own cards."

"Yeah." Albert replied noncommittal.

"The three of us have already started to practice copying mantras, which should reduce your stress.

In fact, it is not without benefits to have been copying wizard cards. Albert's copying spell has already risen to the second level.

"By the way, I've always been curious, what is in that box?" Fred asked, pointing his finger at a box on Albert's bed cabinet.

"If you want to know, bring it over." Albert didn't intend to hide it from them.

After getting permission, George quickly brought the box over. He was also curious about what was inside. Last time, he saw Albert put the protective bracelet inside.

After the box is opened, there are three middle finger-long metal objects on the first floor. The appearance is beautiful silver, which looks a bit like a cylindrical lighter.

"A failed product made a while ago." Albert explained helplessly to the three.

"What's this?" George picked up an item in confusion, looked at the sun-like pattern on the surface, turned his head and asked.

"Open it and take a look at you." Albert said blankly.

The three looked at each other, and finally George pressed on it. Then, they saw the top of the object opened, and a ball of light flew out of it. After the ball floated into the air, it suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.

"Damn it, what the **** is this." The three of them were all startled by the bright light, and George even shakes off the things in his hands.

"I'll call it a flash bomb for the time being." Albert put a biscuit into his mouth, bent over to pick up the item that fell on the ground and continued: "Well, one of the failed items was originally intended to be a magic prop that can store light sources. As a result, it succeeded and failed. It became a disposable consumable. Although you can store the photosphere yourself, it is actually a tasteless one."

Albert actually considered whether to use it to make cheaper flash bombs.

"Asshole, my eyes are out of sight."

"It's okay, it will be better in a while." Albert casually comforted.

"Insidious, but I like it. What do you do with this thing?" Lee Jordan couldn't help asking, his eyes still crying.

"It's all said to be a failure."

Speaking of this, Albert is very depressed, this thing is actually a failure of the light extinguisher.

A while ago, Albert got some help from other wizards, only to produce such a failure.

"Aren't you going to open a player laugh shop? You can use this technology to research and develop flash bombs in the future." Albert intends to reuse the waste, which can be regarded as a result.

"I don't think this is interesting at all." George said dryly.

"No, no, he can blind your eyes." Fred smiled. "Especially in dark places, it is very effective."

"This thing can be used as a protective weapon... well, forget it." Albert muttered, touching his chin.

Most wizards will only pay attention to the opponent's wand. If you throw it out as a flash bomb during a battle, it will be a lot of fun. After all, wizards usually don't pay attention to these things.

Albert is still a little worried about the items he has made, and if he accidentally pits himself one day, it would be a tragedy.

"What about this?" Lee Jordan asked, pointing to the second item.

"Just open it." Albert continued to drink milk tea and eat biscuits, preparing to sweep away the last remaining butter biscuits in the oil paper bag.

"You come!" Li Jordan handed the things to Fred, who glanced at Albert and turned on the switch.

"Go shit, eat shit, eat **** all." For a moment, a familiar voice came from within.

The voice was very loud, and it was still shouting loudly, making Fred directly stunned.

"The sound will last for more than thirty seconds." Albert said.

"It doesn't seem to be of much use except to startle others!" George muttered.

"It can store sounds." Albert explained that he originally planned to use him to store the cry of mandela grass, but since he has not yet experimented, it is still unknown whether it will succeed.

After all, even Albert did not know how the cry of Mandela grass killed people. Was it an infrasonic killing or a magic curse?

Well, the possibility of the latter may be greater, after all, it is more magical.

"What is this last?"

"Don't open it, there is a smell in it," Albert warned.

"How busy are you doing these things?" George felt that Albert was quite boring. He originally thought Albert would make some more interesting magic items, but he didn't expect it to be. Something like this ~www.mtlnovel.com~Do you know what these three will be together? "Albert asked with a weird expression.

"What is it?" the three asked puzzled.

"Shock bullet!" Albert said.

"what is that?"

An alchemy prop that can be thrown out to faint people around.

However, Albert felt that this kind of thing was still a bit tasteless, and a surprise attack might be effective.

But if the coma spell can be atomized and stored, it should be able to achieve a similar effect.

The three looked at each other, indicating that they didn't understand at all.

"What about the second floor?" Lee Jordan asked further.

Albert put the things back and opened the second layer of the box, which contained various versions of protective bracelets and amulets.

"Is this the latest version?" Fred asked, pointing to the most delicately crafted wooden bracelet.

"Well, no, the latest version is in my hand." Albert shook his wrist and said, "Version 3.0, his effect is like this."

Albert raised his hand and gently pushed towards George. Before his arm touched the opponent, an invisible force pushed George out.

"I feel like I hit something." George grumbled.

"It must be the Iron Armor Curse." Fred's eyes lit up, "It feels like it looks good."

"The original idea was a simple magic wand," Albert explained, allowing me to use the iron armor curse without a wand or sound.

"You succeeded?" Fred was very excited, of course he knew what it meant.

"Um, it's true. However, it can only be regarded as a semi-finished product." Albert shook his head. The most painful thing is that this new skill still does not appear on his panel skills.

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