Coincidence and Inevitability

Before returning to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade, Fred and his friends were reluctant to go back obediently, so they suggested going with Hagrid to see his new pet, Fluffy. Unfortunately, Hagrid flatly refused. To prevent them from wandering off, the Hunting Grounds personally escorted Albert and the others back to Hogwarts.

"Don't let me see you sneaking off to Hogsmeade again, or I'll tell Professor McGonagall." Hagrid left those words behind.

"Do you think we should cast a Disillusionment Charm on ourselves next time we go to Hogsmeade?" Lee Jordan muttered to himself, watching Hagrid's departing figure.

However, Lee Jordan is a bit unsure of himself. He still hasn't mastered the Disillusionment Charm Charms, which is quite complex. If he wants to cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself, he'll need Albert's help.

"It seems I need to work harder, or I'll fall further and further behind Albert," he thought.

"That's a good idea," George said with a hint of regret. He'd taken the rare trip to Hogsmeade, but hadn't even had a chance to fully enjoy himself before returning.

"Where are you going to put this?" Fred asked, referring to the salt he was carrying.

"The Room of Requirement".

I guessed so.

"I suggest you go to the kitchen now and see if there's anything you can grill. We'll grill something in the Common Room fireplace later." Albert pulled the barrel of Butterbeer from his pocket and handed it to Fred, reminding him, "Remember to break the spell before opening the barrel."

"I can't break the curse," Fred said, taking the Butterbeer and shaking his head. He truly couldn't; even the simplest way of breaking the curse was too difficult for a student who had just entered his second year.

"Then wait for me to get back." Albert took the Marauder's Map from Fred and prepared to part ways with the others as he passed through the Entrance Hall.

"What if there's nothing to eat in the kitchen?" Lee Jordan suddenly asked.

"Then let's go to Black Lake and get a fish," Albert said without hesitation.

"What are you planning to do? Go fishing at this hour?" Fred looked at Albert incredulously. They had just returned from Hogsmeade and their faces were red from the cold wind.

"No, fishing is a hobby. I don't have the habit of fishing in winter. I can try using Summoning Charm." Albert noticed the strange expressions on Fred and the others' faces, frowned slightly, and then suddenly realized, muttering, "Oh, I almost forgot, the Britain hardly eat freshwater fish."

"Aren't you Britain yourself?" all three couldn't help but want to retort. "Or are you trying to say that you actually eat freshwater fish?"

"See you later, remember to bring plenty of food." Albert smiled and walked away.

Foreigners who don't know how to use chopsticks almost never eat freshwater fish with many bones. Well, actually, it's just that they don't know how to eat them; after all, knives and forks are ineffective when dealing with fish bones.

Thinking of this, Albert shook his head helplessly. It's only because there are few people and many resources that things are like this. If there were many people and few resources, there wouldn't even be any freshwater fish to eat.

"Most of the students should have gone to Hogsmeade by now."

Upon arriving on the Seventh Floor, Albert cautiously observed the situation Seventh Floor using the Marauder's Map, and he spotted a familiar name.

Professor Smith Rowena Smith?

Albert paused for a moment, then murmured, "A coincidence, or... is he going to the Room of Requirement?"

Upon arriving at the Room of Requirement, Albert found himself unable to enter, and the door remained locked.

"Is there really someone inside?" Albert looked at the entrance to the Room of Requirement and walked toward the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Professor Trelawney? Or Professor Smith?"

"Last year, Professor Broad seemed to know about the existence of the Room of Requirement as well... The latter is more likely. So... what was Professor Smith doing in the Room of Requirement? What secrets does it hold?"

What secrets does the Room of Requirement hold? "Ravenclaw's Knowledge Vault?" Albert felt he might have guessed the answer.

After all, Professor Smith and Professor Broad are both from Ravenclaw. If they discover the Room of Requirement and find its secrets, entering Ravenclaw's Knowledge Vault wouldn't be too difficult.

"Password! Are you going in or not?" The Fat Lady was already very impatient, glaring angrily at Albert.

"Oh, sorry, the password is cream cake," Albert said awkwardly, noticing the Fat Lady's unfriendly expression. He quickly slipped inside after the entrance to the Common Room opened. The Common Room was filled with first and second-year students who couldn't go to Hogsmeade; they were doing homework, chatting, or playing games.

Albert put the bucket of salt back in the dormitory. When he returned to the Common Room, he found that Fred and his friends had already come back, bringing sausages, meat pies, potato chips, and a small bottle of sliced beef from the kitchen. As for the shrunken bucket of Butterbeer that he had bought for a Galleon, they had left it on the table by the fireplace.

"Look what good stuff we've brought from the kitchen!" Fred said happily, holding up the skewer of beef and placing it by the fireplace to grill.

"Skewer all the other food." Albert drew his wand and waved it at the skewers, doubling the number of skewers.

George and his friends quickly helped skewer the food.

Albert waved his wand again, restoring the bucket of Butterbeer to its original state. He then conjured up glasses and filled them for all four of them. Shanna and Angelina, whose attention had been drawn to this scene, finally couldn't resist any longer.

"Where did you get this huge keg of beer from?"

"We got a little help from the Marauders," Fred said playfully, winking at Angelina.

"Barbecue and beer, you really know how to enjoy yourself!" Shanna exclaimed as she took the Butterbeer Albert handed her.

"Thank you." Angelina took the Butterbeer Fred offered and took a small sip.

"This tastes a bit strange. I still prefer the taste of cola and soda," Shanna muttered softly, taking a sip of Butterbeer.

"I didn't like it at first either." Albert handed out Butterbeer to Fred and the others, then raised a glass to toast them.

The roasted meat and sausages in the fireplace began to emit an enticing aroma, and several lower-grade students stared in disbelief at the scene, unable to help but swallow hard.

Unfortunately, they were not invited.

"It feels pretty good to have a barbecue in winter." Albert picked up a piece of grilled beef, took a bite, House-elf seasoning a bit bland for him. "It would be even better if some vegetables were skewered on it."

"You have a lot of demands," George muttered.

"It would be even better if the Butterbeer could be heated up," Fred said, looking at Albert. "Can't you?"

"I'm not omnipotent," Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"I was just asking casually," Fred said with a smile. "Maybe you really do know?"

No one knows exactly how many kinds of magic Albert has mastered; after all, in their eyes, this guy knows quite a lot.