Before Albert could find time to challenge the eagle ringriddle, the Easter holiday had already ended.
After the holiday, the news of Professor Brood's resignation spread throughout Hogwarts in the blink of an eye. Everyone felt regretful about it, as Defense Against the Dark Arts Class was one of the few subjects that brought them joy. The humorous ProfessorBrood always managed to teach them many useful things.
"Who will they arrange to teach next semester?"
"Who knows?" Lee Jordan stared at the nearly finished Defense Against the Dark Arts essay on the parchment and said glumly, "Are we still doing the Defense Against the Dark Arts holiday homework?"
Everyone knew Professor Brood would resign early, but no one expected him to resign so quickly.
"Do you know why Professor Brood resigned?" Angelinalooked at Albert in confusion and asked.
"Professor Brood had already mentioned this on the first Defense Against the Dark Arts Class," Albert said without looking up, "It's just that the timing was a bit earlier."
"Was there such a thing?" Lee Jordan muttered. He was trying to finish his essay, and had long forgotten what was discussed in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.
"Yes, I remember that," Sanna nodded in agreement.
"Rumor has it that the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class is cursed," Albert said while checking his essay.
"I thought you'd say rumors aren't reliable."
"If it weren't for the fact that a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor has to be replaced every year, I wouldn't believe any rumors. But the Professor of this subject has never lasted more than a year. The Wizardwho serves as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor always resigns due to various troubles, some are seriously injured, and some even lose their lives because of it."
"Professor Brood's early resignation is a very wise choice," Albert continued, "At least, he can ensure his own safety and doesn't have to spend his later years in a hospital."
"Is it really that serious?" Angelina was a bit skeptical. She felt that Albert was deliberately exaggerating the so-called curse.
"I suggest you look up the information yourself. It's much more credible than what I tell you," Albert was tidying up the parchment. The Library was about to close.
"Professor Brood has resigned, so what should we do about our Defense Against the Dark Arts Class?" Lee Jordan asked with a frown as they left the Library, "Self-study?"
"Someone will substitute, or we'll self-study," Albertsaid without hesitation, "If someone substitutes, it'll most likely be Snape."
"Oh, no."
"Of course, Snape also has his own classes, so it'll most likely be self-study," Albert continued.
"Can't you just say it all at once?" Lee Jordan said irritably. Many people disliked Snape's classes; they were too oppressive.
It wasn't until half past ten at night that the Weasley Twins returned to the dormitory, dragging their tired bodies.
Filch deliberately didn't finish their detentions all at once, but rather twice a week, and their detentions had been going on for nearly a month.
Better a quick pain than a prolonged one!
Filch clearly understood this point, and his methods made the Weasley Brothers grit their teeth, but they had no good way to deal 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 make you do this time?" Lee Jordanstifled a yawn and popped a spinach-flavored bertie bott's every flavor beans into his mouth.
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"Copying the various mistakes of some students and their punishments," Fred said weakly.
"This kind of work is boring, tedious, and meaningless," George looked incredibly annoyed, "Filch must be doing it on purpose. Every time I see his gloating face, I wish I could smear dungbombs on his face."
"Nothing to complain about, who told you to sneak into the woods!" Lee Jordan shrugged, "It's already lucky you weren't expelled."
"What about Albert? Did he go to the kitchen?" Georgepeeled a toffee for himself. He felt a bit hungry.
"No, he's showering."
Just as he finished speaking, the dormitory door was pushed open, and Albert, dressed in pajamas, walked in.
"You're back. What new way has Filch found to torment you?" Albert was wiping the water from his hair with a towel.
"It's terrible. Filch made us copy records of past students' mistakes. My hand is about to break," Fredmuttered.
"Uh, how many times is this?"
"Oh, no, don't mention that. We're still friends," Fredinstantly felt like he was about to collapse.
"The 5th time?" Lee Jordan guessed.
"It's the sixth time," George muttered.
"I'm going to get revenge on Filch!" Fred waved his fist and mumbled, "Help us think of a way!"
"Throw a pile of dungbombs into his office?" Lee Jordansuggested, "So he won't dare to go in there again."
"We've run out of dungbombs!" Fred said glumly, and he didn't think it was a good idea either.
"I can sponsor you a bag of dungbombs for free," Albertsuddenly said, clearly someone who didn't mind making things worse.
"I'll also sponsor you a few dungbombs," Lee Jordan, who was watering garlic, agreed.
The Twins hesitated.
However, on the first weekend after Easter, Fred and George made their decision.
The highly anticipated Quidditch match between Gryffindor Team and Ravenclaw was held on the first weekend after Easter.
But on Saturday morning, Fred and George were told by Filch that they had detention today, directly causing them to miss the opportunity to watch Gryffindor's last important match.
"Filch must be doing it on purpose, absolutely on purpose. He's taking revenge on us, taking revenge on us in this way," an enraged Fred tore the note into pieces.
Filch's punishment was unbearable for the Twins.
"That's a brilliant move," Albert commented, "It seems Filch really hates you two."
"Hate?" Lee Jordan felt that Albert's choice of words was inappropriate. If it wasn't hate, why would he deliberately give them detention during the Quidditchmatch, with the punishment being to clean chamber pots?
"Does the sponsorship you mentioned last time still count?" Fred gritted his teeth, looking ready to take severe revenge on Filch.
"Yes, of course it counts!" Albert tilted his head, looking at Fred and George, and reminded them, "However, I suggest you do it the night before you leave school."
"I know."
"We'll tell you about the match after we watch it," Lee Jordan comforted them. However, his tone sounded somewhat gloating.
"Maybe the match won't be over by the time your detention ends!"
"You should say Gryffindor will defeat Ravenclaw and win this year's Quidditch Cup," Fred and Georgecorrected in unison.