At the weekend, Albert woke up early in the morning.

no way.

At six o'clock in the morning, just as the sky lighted up, Wood knocked on the door of the dormitory, awakened Fred and George, who had not yet woken up, and took them to the Quidditch Stadium to practice early.

The other hapless guys in the dormitory were naturally awakened together. Amidst Lee Jordan's complaint, Albert was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, but found that he could not sleep anymore.

While eating breakfast, Albert covered his yawn and read the new issue of the Daily Prophet at will.

He looked at a report by Rita Skeeter, and the original sleepiness suddenly disappeared. Although the content of the entire article was mocking the Ministry of Magic's incompetence, Albert was able to mention the general idea from the article. The content: The Ministry of Magic is looking for a wizard named Jack, because that guy smuggled dragon eggs to the UK without authorization. Currently Jack wizard has disappeared.

Dragon eggs mentioned in the newspaper?

This should be a precursor, and many things did not happen for no reason.

It seemed that Quirrell might have already started the dragon egg.

In order to avoid being suspected by Hagrid, it is impossible for Quirrell to directly hand over the dragon egg to Hagrid. He needs to wait for Hagrid to drink at the Pig's Head Bar before he has the opportunity to pretend to be a hawker and ask Hagrid to drink and get him drunk.

"Is there any interesting news in the newspaper?" Lee Jordan asked with a yawn.

"The reporter named Rita Skeeter is very good at catching everyone's eyes." Albert smiled and closed the Daily Prophet.

"Rita Skeeter loves nonsense." Fred dragged his body into the hall with exhaustion. He was now exhausted and hungry, and could swallow almost anything.

"But you can't deny that everyone likes to listen to her nonsense." George sat down beside Albert and began to complain loudly to them that Wood is a training freak.

"By the way, we will have to do homework later, do you want to be together?" Albert looked at Fred and George, and suddenly asked, "I remember you haven't finished your homework this week!"

"We're going to go to the library to find some materials later." Fred couldn't help but move his head to the side. He was more inclined to find someone to learn from later.

Albert put together all the Gryffindor students of his class and made up the unfinished homework together during the weekend, so that everyone could communicate with each other where they didn't understand.

Generally speaking, it is a study group.

Fred and George hurriedly stuffed a large amount of food into their mouths, and then slipped away when others were not paying attention.

Lee Jordan shouted the slogan Never borrow from Fred and George's homework, and began to immerse himself in his homework. A group of people here hadn't finished it yet. Originally, Fred and George should also do it with him. Homework, it's a pity that those two **** ran away by themselves.

Shanna is practicing the happy mantra with Angelina. Professor Flitwick has hinted more than once that he will test the happy mantra in the final exam, so the happy mantra is the mantra that everyone will review.

"I think Shanna is very likely to win the championship again this time." Lee Jordan looked up and said, "Although the wizard card competition this year is much better than the previous one, there are still not many people who are really good at playing wizard cards. Yesterday The selected quarter-finals are really not very powerful...one, okay, okay, I see, is my mouth still okay?"

Lee Jordan obediently shut up under the watchful eyes of a group of people.

"That Miss Isabel is very unusual." Shanna raised her head and glanced at Albert, who was immersed in the thesis, and murmured. She wasn't proud and complacent. Isobel put a lot of pressure on Shanna. She was obviously a person who didn't play the wizard card very much, so she easily reached the quarterfinals.

Is this the real genius?

"Is this time the championship reward is still 10 gallons?" Angelina was a little bit depressed. She was eliminated in yesterday's 16 to 8.

"Well, it's still ten gallons."

The original sound of discussion disappeared again.

"I remember you seemed to be in the quarterfinals, right!" A few tables away from them, Ron, who was rushing to do his homework, suddenly raised his head and said

For some reason, Harry always found Ron's tone sour.

"What are you going to do with this money?" Ron asked again. He seemed to be sure that Hermione would win a wizarding card game.

"There are ten gallons to win the championship." Hermione couldn't help reminding after memorizing the twelve uses of dragon blood.

"Yeah, champion, I really don't know the significance of his paying for this game." Ron looked at Albert who was immersed in writing a paper not far away, and muttered softly, "Use this gallon to buy things. Is it not good?"

Ron thought of Fred and George again, and the sound of gold coins could always be heard in the pockets of those two bastards.

"Look, here again." Ron murmured in his heart, and saw Fred and George walk into the hall, almost trotting toward this side. When they put a book in front of Albert, they were still chattering: "We found it, look at this, we found it!"

Fred noticed many people staring at him, smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I hope I didn't bother you."

Albert glanced at the parchment he had almost mashed, stared at Fred dissatisfiedly, and then moved his gaze to the book in front of him.

"Motra Rat?"

"Look at this..." George raised his finger excitedly and pointed to a paragraph on the book: "People who are bitten by Motra Rat will have symptoms of retching.

When George read this, Albert understood why the twins were so excited. Is this going to use Motra Mouse to make vomiting sugar?

Albert continued softly again: "For more serious patients, sparks will still appear from the anus."

There is no doubt that if used properly, a very interesting joke can be created, and the sparks from the **** will definitely be sought after by the majority of students.

"It seems that this is a mouse full of treasures." Lee Jordan put his head close, muttered vaguely after reading all the contents of the book.

"It's Motra Rat." Fred corrected happily.

However, Lee Jordan is right, Motra Mouse does have many uses. The proliferation of their backs can increase their ability to resist evil spells when they are pickled and eaten, but excessive consumption can make people grow unsightly purple ear hairs.

Wizards usually use Motra mouse juice to make potions. Even if it is used directly, it can treat cuts and abrasions, and can also reduce the pain of the wound.

"We are considering where to get this stuff. It's not cheap to buy one." George frowned.

"You can find Mondungus Fletcher, maybe he can help get some." Albert suggested, "and you don't need a Motra Rat, let that guy help you get some Motes. The raw material for the rat is just fine."

"You are right, maybe we can try it." Fred thought for a while and thought it made sense, they had checked the information~www.mtlnovel.com~ The wizard who raised Motra Rats would only harvest what they were behind. The anemone-shaped growth is also the most valuable place for this miraculous creature.

As for the teeth they may need to use Motra Rat, maybe Mondungus can help them get some, and the price should not be too expensive.

"What are they doing?" Shanna looked at the twins leaving behind, and asked suspiciously, "Don't they need to do homework?"

"Don't worry about them." Albert shook his head. "The two guys will come over to do their homework soon, unless they want to be locked up."

Sure enough, Fred and George came over to do homework together after they wrote the letter. Their foundation was fairly solid. Although they were completely distracted this semester, with Albert's help, the schoolwork was not too bad.

As for Mondungus Fletcher, he directly offered a price of three gallons for one Motra rat and a low price for two five gallons.

When the goods received the letter, they sneaked to the beach, spent a lot of time catching two Motra rats, and prepared to resell them to the Weasley twin brothers.

Fred and George refused to pay for the two Motra Rats, and wrote to Mondungus Fletcher that they only needed the Motra Rat's incisors and proliferation.

After receiving the letter, Mondungus almost got a crooked nose and refused to sell Motra Rat's front teeth to the twins.

Not long after, Mondungus didn't know where he got a bunch of Motra Rat's incisors, and planned to sell them to the Weasley twins at a high price of two sikes each.

After some bargaining, Mondungus finally pinched his nose to make this business, and in the letter threatened not to sell them again.

Albert and the others scoffed at Mondungus' threat in the letter.

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