"Look, this report..."

During breakfast, George, who was reading the Daily Prophet, suddenly yelled, shocking the people around him.

"Early in the morning, don't yell!" Lee Jordan stared at George in irritation. The sound just now made him shake off the slices of bread on his hand.

Albert clutched a yawn, spread jam on his slice of bread, and took a bite before leaning over to read the Daily Prophet pushed by George.

There is a paper about Buffy Brain Refreshing Agent. The Ministry of Magic is reminding everyone not to believe or use Buffy Brain Refreshing Agent indiscriminately, because all the Buffy Brain Refreshing Agents available on the market are poisonous.

"I thought what was wrong." Albert covered his yawn again. "It turned out to be to scare others!"

"Scare others?" Lee Jordan reached out and took the newspaper, read it carefully and said, "It should be true, right!"

"It's really true. The actual situation is exactly what the newspaper said, but the newspaper exaggerated the matter." Albert muttered after eating the jam-coated bread slices in twos or threes. "This is a clever way." Is more useful than making any laws."

"Why?" George didn't understand why Albert said that.

"Laws can exploit loopholes, and if you know that the Buffy Brain Rejuvenator bought on the market is poisonous, would you spend a lot of gallons to buy a bottle of poisonous potion to try?" Albert Posing his lips. "By the way, that Slytherin student was so unlucky that he was pulled out by the Daily Prophet and whip the corpse."

"That's right. It is estimated that no one would dare to buy those Buffy brain refreshers of unknown origin." Fred closed the newspaper, looked at Albert and said, "However, in this case, your plan is estimated It's going to bathe!"

"Who said that, haven't you heard about the brand?" Albert looked at several roommates and said mysteriously.

"I don't understand!" The three shook their heads together.

"Well...just like Floo fans, besides Floobang company, will you buy Floo fans elsewhere?" Albert thought for a while and gave a simple case.

It is said that there are fake Floo fans on the market that can blow wizards out of the fireplace.

"It seems...no!"

The three looked at each other and looked at Albert again.

"However, this is the same as... Oh, that's it, I probably know what you mean, it's not easy."

"I just give an example casually."

Albert added another fried egg to his plate and looked up at the top of his head.

The mail arrived!

Dozens of owls flew into the hall, flying around above the students' heads, throwing letters or packages to the recipient.

Fortunately, owls come and go fast, or else **** will drop from the sky when eating in the morning, so how can it stand it?

Albert received two letters, plus a heavy-looking package.

"There is no sender on it," George frowned.

"I know."

Albert opened the package, took out the bag inside, made a closed mouth at the three roommates next to him, and then quickly stuffed the bag with the faintly audible metal crash into his pocket in.

He made a lot of Garon by selling Buffy Rejuvenating Medicine. Although he didn't count the gold coins immediately, he didn't worry about other people's debts.

"Making a fortune!" Fred couldn't help muttering, "How much?"

Albert lifted three fingers and shook them.

"It's great. But, do they dare to use it? I heard that the Ministry of Magic has been very strict in checking cheating this year."

"Don't be stupid, if it were so easy to check it out, the Ministry of Magic would have done that long ago." Albert curled his lips in disdain.

The Ministry of Magic did not check whether the students were taking Buffy Brain Rejuvenant. More reasons were trouble and waste.

Buffy Refreshing Medicine is the same as Fuling Medicine. The manufacturing process is very complicated, the material cost is extremely high, and the success rate is extremely low. If the failed product is drunk, it will be poisoned. It is completely unrealistic for ordinary students to buy this kind of potion to cheat. Even if you buy it, consider whether you are taking a risk.

The two most commonly used methods of cheating in exams are the use of intelligence enhancing agents and the use of dragon claw powder, but the Ministry of Magic has long been prepared for prevention.

As for the idea of dementia, many students have not even heard of it. It is really not easy to cheat by means of dementia. Most wizards may not be able to reach them even after graduation.

"Mr. Anderson." A voice came from behind Albert.

Albert put down his knife and fork, turned his head and looked around, and found that Professor McGonagall was standing behind him at some point.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Albert greeted him immediately.

"Principal Dumbledore is looking for you for something." Professor McGonagall motioned to Albert to follow her to the principal's office.

"That...Professor, I will have classes later."

"Mr. Weasley, remember to ask for leave for Mr. Anderson." Professor McGonagall said without hesitation.

"See you later!" Albert finished the remaining food in two bites, threw the bag to George, waved to everyone, and followed in the footsteps of Professor McGonagall.

Of course Albert knew why the principal was looking for himself.

Dumbledore estimated the letter sent out yesterday, and he was going to check it out.

Albert has already woven a true and false story in his brain, and he is ready for this day.

The two turned a corner in silence, and stopped in front of a lion head beast.

"Chocolate Frog!"

After she gave the order, the lion head beast came to life, revealing the spiral staircase behind the wall. As soon as Professor Albert and McGonagall stepped up, they followed the escalator to the principal's office.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door and took Albert in. There was no one inside, and Dumbledore didn't know where he was.

Professor McGonagall asked Albert to wait, then turned and left, leaving him alone in the principal's office.

Dumbledore didn't let Albert wait long, he walked in from outside the office, as if something had gone out just now.

"Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore said, looking at Albert with a smile, "I have read your letter..."

"If you are looking for the crown in the photo, I will take you there." Albert looked at Dumbledore and said softly.

"Then let's go!" Dumbledore nodded, satisfied with the efficiency.

"Principal, what do you think it is?" Albert asked softly.

"It's hard to tell, you need to see the real thing to know." Dumbledore followed Albert to the opposite side of the tapestry where the troll stick beat Barnabas.

"It's here," Albert said. "I call it the House of Requirement."

"Responsible?"

"Well~www.mtlnovel.com~ it can become the room you need, I think this name is very appropriate." Albert asked curiously, "Does Principal Dumbledore know this place?"

"Although I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, I don't necessarily know all the secrets of the school." Dumbledore blinked at Albert. "However, I think I went in accidentally once before. There was a room with many delicate potties. When I went out, the room suddenly disappeared."

"Wait a minute"

Albert walked back and forth three times, waited for the door of the responsive house to open, and walked in first.

"How did Mr. Anderson found this place?" Dumbledore asked curiously, looking around the garbage.

"It wasn't that I found here first." Albert briefly said about Fred and George's night tour, and then said that he had guessed and found the correct way to open the responsive house.

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