Moral Values in the Corner

When it comes to February, there are a lot of things to note.

In early February, students in third grade and above can visit Hogsmeade. There was a Quidditch Match game in the middle of the month, this time it was Gryffindor Team versus Slytherin Team, and at the end of the month there was a competition selection for Wizard Club.

Of course, this last one is just a make-up.

Time is like a lame old man, slowly entering February amid the urging of countless students.

Of course, not all students want time to pass faster. Albert is one of them. He has always felt that time is a bit insufficient recently, and he has less and less time to be lazy.

I really hope there is a Time-Turner.

However, the time consumed by Time-Turner is actually counted on the user. If Time-Turner is used too frequently and goes back to the past, the user's lifespan will be reduced.

Albert is considering whether to put aside all the bad things about him.

Because there are so many old friends, he basically needs to write a letter every day, and there are still many things in his notebook that have not been completed.

Isobel is right, I am indeed too greedy. If it weren't for Skill Panel, I would have been overwhelmed and driven crazy by all those things. The third-grade Hermione is the best example.

Forget it, now is not the time to stop and rest, accumulate more capital while you are young, and when you have enough capital, you can live the life you want.

"It'll be pretty good in another year or two."

As for Voldemort's problem, Albert has never worried about it.

After all, with the tall man Savior Potter on his side, all he needs to consider is how to use Voldemort to get Fawley for himself.

After all, the days when Voldemort ruled Wizarding World were the darkest times for Wizarding World and Britain. Chaos meant opportunities.

Albert took out a small notebook and wrote down what came to mind. This notebook was almost used up again.

He flipped through it, sighed, stuffed the notebook back into his pocket, and then checked the homework he had just finished. Then I started to prepare to write a letter to Mundungus·Fletcher, and asked him to meet at Three Broomsticks on his next trip to Hogsmeade.

Albert really needs the fur of Swamp Snatcher. The Mandrakes that was stuffed into salt by himself a few months ago has been there for several months. It shouldn't take long before it will be completely turned into a Dark Magic item. At that time, Swamp Snatcher's fur will be needed to restrain it, otherwise even Albert will not dare to rashly reprocess this Dark Magic item, lest he himself will be unlucky when the time comes.

The reply from Mundungus·Fletcher arrived quickly. He probably didn't want Swamp Snatcher's fur to fall on his hands. However, from the words on the letter, it is not difficult to see that the guy still wants to kill Albert's wallet.

Do you really treat me like a child?

Albert couldn't help laughing, and threw the parchment into the fireplace. He watched the flames burn the paper to ashes, with a strange smile on his face.

"Albert laughs so horribly." The lazy George happened to look up and saw this scene. He couldn't help but shuddered and touched Fred next to him with his elbow, motioning him to look in Albert's direction.

"I don't know who is going to be unlucky!" Fred muttered softly.

"Next time Hogsmeade, are you going?" Albert looked around to make sure there was no one around, then asked in a low voice.

"Go, why don't you go." Li Jordan said without raising his head. He had just finished Christmas and his pockets were still bulging.

"Is that a letter from the thief?" Fred felt like he had guessed the answer.

"Well, it seems that he hasn't given up on killing me yet. If the negotiation breaks down..." Albert sneered, "I'll rob him, or buy and sell him by force."

"Isn't this... not good?" Li·Jordan put down the Quill in his hand and looked at Albert worriedly. Although he is often naughty and likes to violate school disciplines, Lee Jordan is still a good person at heart.

"It's indeed not very good." Albert did not deny this, "However, Mundungus·Fletcher is not a good person either. That guy is a professional liar and thief, and also works part-time as a black marketeer. He has done a lot of shameful hookups. If the other party doesn't want a good deal, there is no need to be too polite to him."

"For a bad guy, Albert is right, and I don't think you need to be too polite." Fred and George looked at each other, lowered their voices and asked, "How are you going to handle this matter."

"One Disillusionment Charm, one Stunning Spell, and one Memory Charm." Albert naturally knew what to do, and he was not worried that he would fail. Some things, calculated mentally or not, are really hard for you to guard against.

Perhaps, Mundungus·Fletcher is a very cautious guy, but he never imagined that the fat sheep he thought was trying to rob him.

In his previous life, Albert thought he was a very moral person. Even if the matter fell apart, he never had such thoughts.

In this life, with the help of plug-ins, mastering magical magic, and having been influenced by capitalism for more than ten years, the moral values of his previous life have long been pushed into the corner.

To put it more immorally: the primitive accumulation of capital has always been cruel and bloody.

"Look at Mundungus·Fletcher's choice, and then decide how to deal with this matter."

Fred and George didn't have a good impression of Mundungus, so they agreed with Albert's opinion. Li Jordan also agreed, and Albert didn't intend to go too far.

"What are you discussing?" Shanna came over, still holding books borrowed from the library.

"We are discussing Wizard Card." Albert casually brought up a topic, and the three people next to him were not surprised and agreed casually.

"By the way, have you heard about it?"

"What did you hear?" Fred asked curiously.

"There is a monster hidden in Forbidden Forest." Shanna reminded in a low voice, "In the afternoon, when someone was Care of Magical Creatures outside Forbidden Forest, they heard a terrible Beast Roar."

"Forbidden Forest, Beast Roar?" Albert immediately thought of Hagrid's Fluffy.

"Maybe, Hagrid raised some dangerous animals in Forbidden Forest." Fred said jokingly.

"Should we go in and see what kind of monster it is?" George's eyes flashed with curiosity and continued, "We can go with Hagrid, he will take care of this matter."

It seems that George's head is not too stupid.

In just half a day, strange rumors began to circulate in the school. What is the danger of Forbidden Forest going deep? Magical Creature came to the outside. Various rumors spread everywhere. Kettleburn had planned to move most of the classes to the lawn next to Hogwarts next to Forbidden Forest.

The limited exemption is over.