A Real Jinx

Before Albert could take the time to challenge Eagle Ring Riddle, Easter's vacation was already over.

After the holiday, the news of Professor Broad's resignation spread throughout Hogwarts in the blink of an eye. Everyone felt sorry for this. Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of the few subjects that can bring them fun. The funny and humorous Professor Broad always allows everyone to learn a lot of useful things.

"Who will they arrange to teach next semester?"

"Who knows?" Li Jordan stared at the nearly finished Defence Against the Dark Arts paper on the parchment and said gloomily, "Are you still doing Defense Against the Dark Arts's holiday homework?"

Everyone knew that Professor Broad would resign early, but no one thought that he would resign so soon.

"Do you know why Professor Broad resigned?" Angelina looked at Albert in confusion and asked.

"Professor Broad has already mentioned this matter as early as the first quarter Defense Against the Dark Arts." Albert said without raising his head, "It's just that the time is a little earlier."

"Is this happening?" Li·Jordan muttered. He was trying to finish writing the paper, but he had long forgotten what Defense Against the Dark Arts said in the first section.

"Yes, I remember this." Shanna nodded in agreement.

"It is rumored that Defense Against the Dark Arts is cursed." Albert was checking his paper and said while reading.

"I thought you were going to say the rumors were unreliable."

"If Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor wasn't replaced every year, I wouldn't believe the rumors, but the professors in this subject have never been professors for more than one year. The wizards who serve as Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor always resign due to various troubles. Some are seriously injured, and some even lose their lives."

"Professor Broad made a wise choice to resign early." Albert continued, "At least, he can ensure his own safety and does not have to spend his later years in the hospital."

"Is it really that serious?" Angelina was a little unconvinced. She felt that Albert was deliberately exaggerating the so-called curse.

"I suggest you check the information yourself. This is much more credible than what I said with great effort." Albert is sorting the parchment, and the library will be closed soon.

"Professor Broad resigned, what should our Defense Against the Dark Arts do?" When several people left the library, Li Jordan frowned and asked, "Study by yourself?"

"Someone can take over the class, or we can study by ourselves." Albert said without thinking, "If someone takes over, 80% of the time it will be Snape."

"Oh no."

"Of course, Snape also has his own classes, so most of them will be self-study." Albert continued.

"Can't you finish what you said at once?" Li·Jordan said angrily. Many people didn't like Snape's class. It was too depressing.

After 10:30 in the evening, Weasley Twins dragged his exhausted body back to the dormitory.

Filch deliberately did not complete the confinement at once, but twice a week. The confinement of the two of them has lasted for nearly a month.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain!

Filch obviously knew this, and his methods made Weasley Twins grit his teeth, but they had no good way to use 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 ask you to do again?" Lee Jordan covered a yawn and stuffed Spinach Flavor's Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans into his mouth.

"Copy the various faults of some students and their punishments." Fred said weakly.

"This kind of work is boring and meaningless." George looked extremely annoyed, "Filch must have done it on purpose. Every time I see his gloating face, I want to put Dungbombs on his face.

"Nothing to complain about, who asked you to sneak into the woods! "Li·Jordan shrugged his shoulders, "I'm lucky that I didn't get fired."

"Where is Albert? Did he go to the kitchen. "George peeled off a toffee for himself. He felt a little hungry.

"No, I'm taking a shower."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the dormitory was pushed open, and Albert in pajamas walked in.

"We're back. What other ways will Filch come up with to trouble you?" Albert was wiping the water on his hair with a towel.

"It's terrible. Filch asked us to copy some records of past students' mistakes. My hands are almost broken. "Fred muttered.

"Well, how many times has this happened?"

"Oh, no, don't mention it we're still friends. "Fred suddenly felt like he was about to collapse.

"The fifth time? "Li·Jordan guessed.

"It's the sixth time. "George muttered.

"I want revenge Filch! "Fred waved his fist and muttered, "Help us think of a way!"

"Throw a bunch of Dungbombs into his office? "Li·Jordan suggested, "Let him not dare to go inside again."

"Our Dungbombs has been used up! "Fred said gloomily, and he didn't think it was a good idea.

"I can help you get a pack of Dungbombs for free. "Albert suddenly said, obviously he is also a master who does not take things too seriously.

"I will also sponsor you with a few Dungbombs. "Li·Jordan, who was watering the garlic, agreed.

Twins hesitated.

However, on the first weekend after Easter, Fred and George made their decisions.

The Quidditch Match of Gryffindor Team and Ravenclaw Team that everyone is paying attention to will be held on the first weekend after the end of Easter.

But on the weekend morning, Fred and George were told by Filch that they would be locked down today, causing them to miss the opportunity to watch the last important game of Gryffindor.

"Filch must have done it on purpose, absolutely on purpose, he was taking revenge on us, and he was taking revenge on us in this way. "Fred angrily tore the note into pieces.

Filch's punishment was simply unbearable to Twins.

"This is a really great move. "Albert commented, "It seems that Filch really hates you two."

"Hate? "Li·Jordan felt that Albert's choice of words was inappropriate. If it weren't for hatred, how could he deliberately put them in confinement during Quidditch Match. The punishment for confinement is to wash the chamber pot."

"Does the support you mentioned last time still count?" Fred gritted his teeth, looking like he was ready to take revenge on Filch.

"Forget it, of course!" Albert tilted his head and looked at Fred and George, reminding, "However, I suggest you do it the night before you leave school."

"I know."

"After we watch it, we will tell you about the competition process." Li Jordan comforted. However, the tone sounded a bit gloating.

"Perhaps, after your confinement is over, the competition won't be over yet!"

"You should say that Gryffindor will defeat Ravenclaw and win this year's Quidditch Cup." Fred and George corrected in unison.