Although Albert had told the three of them the harsh truth, it still couldn't dispel Fred and his friends' desire to make a fortune.
Over the next few days, the three began to frequently enter and leave the forbidden forest, attempting to dig for snow mushrooms in hopes of making a fortune.
However, reality is undoubtedly cruel.
The three of them tried for several days but came up empty-handed, and their frequent venturing into the forest angered Hagrid.
The gamekeeper complained to Albert about it quite a bit and began to take action to drive the twins out of the woods.
As March arrived, the weather warmed up rapidly. The snow in the woods began to melt, and even the snow mushrooms that once roamed the snowfields disappeared along with it. After several busy days, the Weasley brothers, having gained nothing, sat listlessly in the library.
They haven't had a good time lately, having been caught by Hagrid while entering the woods and then taken to Professor McGonagall.
The result was predictable: solitary confinement.
This delighted Filch, who wore a rare, terrifying smile that terrified the three of them.
Filch has been giving them a hard time these past few days.
"Don't be down, life is still beautiful." Albert patted Fred on the shoulder reassuringly and suggested, "Let's go fishing by the lake on Saturday."
"Forget it, let's not go. We don't want to get another scolding from Hagrid." Fred was still complaining that Hagrid had handed them over to Professor McGonagall.
"Alright!" Albert didn't say anything more.
"What are you doing?" Angelina put down her quill and looked up curiously. "I remember you finished your metamorphosis assignment a long time ago."
"I'm writing a paper for Transfiguration Today. Professor McGonagall asked me to write it during the last Transfiguration Club session," Albert explained casually, unaware of how surprising his words were.
"You said it was written for a magazine?"
"Preparing to publish a paper in 'Transfiguration Today'?" Not only Angelina, but everyone else was taken aback by the news.
"Not yet? The manuscript will be submitted to Professor McGonagall first. She will select the suitable ones and help revise them before it is published in Today's Transfiguration." Albert's paper is: How to apply Transfiguration to the field of combat.
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This is an area of expertise for Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, and he simply combined what he had seen before with the theory of transfiguration.
In fact, Albert did not think his paper would be published in Transfiguration Today. However, writing the paper was not without its benefits. After reading it, Professor McGonagall would revise it carefully and write her comments and evaluations at the end, thereby helping the Transfiguration Club students to make further progress.
Every time Albert writes this, after revising and reviewing it, his theory of transformations improves significantly, which is one of the reasons why Albert takes this matter so seriously.
"I suddenly feel that Professor McGonagall's Transformers Club is very high-class." Shanna admired Albert for being invited to the Transformers Club. "I wonder if Professor McGonagall's Transformers Club is still accepting people."
"Forget about it," Aria said, pouring cold water on Shanna's enthusiasm. "It's impossible. Unless you're exceptionally outstanding in this area, there's no way you'll be invited in."
"I was just thinking about it. Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration teachings are already quite difficult. How could I possibly have time to learn even more difficult Transfiguration techniques, let alone write those papers that would kill countless brain cells?" Shanna muttered under her breath.
It's true that a lot of brain cells will die.
Albert always felt his knowledge was insufficient; the paper he had spent several days writing still didn't quite satisfy him. Albert decided to submit the paper to Professor McGonagall anyway, and he really didn't care whether it would be published in a journal.
Albert himself was well aware that his current knowledge of metamorphosis was sufficient to handle the metamorphosis classes for the next few years.
Unless there is a related mission, he doesn't plan to invest more experience in it for the time being.
To some extent, living beyond one's means is not a good idea.
In fact, Albert had tried to inspire this kind of task, but he never succeeded.
"Finished writing?" Aria exclaimed. "Your speed is as amazing as ever."
"It took me several days to finish writing it."
"You don't mind if I take a look, do you?" Aria changed the subject.
Albert didn't refuse and handed the parchment across the table. Just as he expected, Arya returned the parchment after a short while.
Without a doubt, she couldn't understand it.
Exploring and studying magic in depth is too difficult for students; they mainly learn and master the most basic things.
Whether to investigate further is a personal decision.
Once Hogwarts students graduate, how many will be able to train their spells to level 2 on their skill panel?
"You look tired," Shanna whispered.
"This paper is just so-so, even though it took a lot of effort. I can only say that I'm not at that level yet." Albert began packing up his books, preparing to go to the kitchen for afternoon tea to relax.
It would be even better if we could have some cake.
"If we're not at that level, then what level are we?" Li Qiaodan muttered.
Albert ignored him and asked to himself, "Is anyone going to the kitchen?"
"Me!" Fred also stood up, ready to walk with Albert.
"Alright, you haven't finished your homework yet." George cruelly interrupted Fred's wishful thinking. "Let's go now, who knows how long it will take to finish it later. Take advantage of everyone being here and finish your homework as soon as possible."
Fred sat down dejectedly and continued doing his homework.
See you later.
Leaving the library, walking through the corridor, and taking the movable staircase directly to the first floor, I was stared at for a long time by Filch, who was mopping the floor, as I passed the foyer.
Albert didn't care at all and went straight to the kitchen located below the auditorium.
Albert was a frequent visitor to the kitchen, where the house-elves would warmly welcome him and serve him milk tea and pies.
"Thank you," Albert said with a smile. His thanks always made the house-elves feel uneasy, but he knew the little creatures liked to hear it.
"Are you preparing dinner?" Albert asked curiously.
"Yes, sir." The house-elf nodded.
"You don't mind chatting with me for a bit, do you?" Albert took a bite of his pie, sipped his milk tea, let out a big sigh of relief, and looked up to ask, "I'm very interested in everything here, including you hardworking little guys."
"It's my pleasure."
"Have a seat," Albert asked. "What's your name?"
"Kara," the house-elf said.
"It's alright, I don't mind," Albert said gently, gesturing to the chair.
The house-elf refused to sit down, no matter what. Albert, seeing this, didn't intend to force it, but asked curiously, "Your magic is very special. I can tell it's different from the magic we use."
"Yes, sir, we use different magic." The house-elf hesitated, seemingly reluctant to discuss the topic.
"Can you use our magic?" Albert saw the house-elves shaking their heads repeatedly but refusing to speak, so he changed the subject, "Alright, let's change the subject then. Can you make garlic scrambled eggs?"
"Garlic scrambled eggs?" Kara repeated, somewhat confused.
"Garlic scrambled eggs is..." Albert began explaining to the house-elves how to make garlic scrambled eggs, trying to corrupt their culinary skills.