So That's How It Is

As December approaches, the weather gets even colder.

Albert woke up in a daze. He blinked and found that the room was still dark. He knew that he had woken up early. He felt sleepy. After covering his yawn with his hand, he prepared to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, after lying back down, I found that I couldn't fall asleep for some reason. He looked sideways at the copper stove in the center of the room. A blue flame was burning in the stove. In order not to affect the quality of sleep, the light on the stove was blocked by the special shell. Only the lower circle emitted blue light, silently providing warmth to the room.

This is an improved Stove No. 3 from Albert, which is far safer than using a flame in a glass jar.

Albert reached out and groped around the pillow, took out the magic wand placed next to the pillow and waved it. The magic desk lamp on the bedside table lit up, and the room was illuminated with a pale light. Unfortunately, Magic Lamp version 1.3 is still very low in practicality.

When lighting the lamp, Albert caught a glimpse of a letter under the desk lamp. He shook his wand and the envelope automatically flew to Albert's hand.

The letter was sent from home, and Daisy asked him Christmas Holiday to remember to go home. There was also a reply from his sister Nia. She expressed that she missed Tom and asked whether Tom had successfully lost weight.

Albert glanced at the stove, where Tom was. At this moment, the whole cat was huddled in its bed, leaving only one tail exposed. It felt very interesting.

Alas, it is very difficult to lose weight for a fat cat. Tom is the best result if he does not continue to gain weight.

"Good morning!" Fred greeted Albert while covering his yawn.

"Who wants to go home for the holidays this year?" Li·Jordan also woke up, and this guy was huddled in bed chatting with them.

"Why is there a letter from me here?"

George took the letter on the bedside table with some confusion, reached out and scratched his head. He was still confused.

"I guess the owl is late, so I asked House-elf to help deliver the letter directly." Albert was not surprised. It had been snowing for the past two days, and the owl had to fly through the snowstorm. It was indeed hard work, so it is not difficult to understand why he was late.

"Written from home, it seems we can't go home to celebrate Christmas Holiday today." After George read the letter, he threw it directly to Fred, "They want to go to Romania to visit Charlie, so we can only stay in school for the holidays."

"Li·Jordan, do you want to stay?" Fred opened the letter and glanced at it, turning his head to ask his partner who was still in bed.

Li·Jordan covered a yawn, looked at Albert and asked, "Forget it, I want to go back, Albert should also go back!"

"I have to go back. I sent a letter from home, asking me to go back and spend time with Christmas Holiday." Albert knows that the time he has to spend with his family is limited, so he doesn't want to waste it.

"I'm going to take a nap. Remember to call me when you go downstairs to eat." Li·Jordan was about to go back to sleep, but it was too early now.

"Are you going to continue sleeping?"

"This is not nonsense. It's only six o'clock in the morning. I dare say Filch is definitely not up yet." Lee Jordan pulled up the sheet to cover his head.

"How about we sneak over and give Filch a surprise?" George suggested excitedly, "We can stuff a few Noise Bomb that we made a while ago into his room."

"Then you get targeted by Filch. Come on, there is no need to do that, and your Noise Bomb is not easy to use." Albert looked at Twins who was ready to commit suicide and couldn't help but shake his head.

Noise Bomb is something like a ball. When thrown out, it will make a loud noise and scare others.

Well, this is the effect, there is no other use.

This thing is actually a joke prop made by Twins and Banshee's Howl that imitated Albert. Unfortunately, the effect is just like that. At present, Fred and George is following Albert's suggestion to add a choking smell and hard-to-dispel black smoke to Noise Bomb, which has a tendency to develop towards Smoke bombs.

"Come quickly and take a look at this..." George said suddenly.

"Stop arguing, let me sleep for a while." Lee Jordan turned over and covered the quilt more tightly.

"It's Professor Quirrell." George said softly, "He is actually in the castle Fourth Floor Forbidden Area Corridor now. He shouldn't want to steal the treasures Dumbledore put in the school now, right?"

"This kind of thing is unlikely. At most, he is checking the mechanism arranged by the professors." Albert shook his head.

"Will he be the Dark wizard who broke into Gringotts?" Fred suddenly asked.

"It is estimated that someone used Imperius Curse to control it." Albert said.

"Professor Quirrell does not look like Dark wizard." George thought for a moment and agreed with Albert's idea, "The possibility of being controlled by someone using the evil Dark Magic is indeed not small."

"But why does Professor Quirrell wear that Large Scarf?" Fred expressed his doubts. They had been eyeing Quirrell's Large Scarf for a long time, but unfortunately no one succeeded in taking off Large Scarf.

"It still smells like garlic." George thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's to divert everyone's attention? Or maybe he wants to keep other people away from him, so as not to let the professors see any flaws?"

"This..."

Albert suddenly didn't know what to say. Is the smell of garlic on Quirrell's body just to scare others away?

He thought in a different way and suddenly felt that what Fred and George said made sense.

If you have too much contact with other professors, it's easy to see flaws. If they know that Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort, you don't know what will happen.

"Should we tell Dumbledore about this?" Fred suddenly asked, "If Professor Quirrell really came to steal that thing."

"Do you have evidence? If there is no evidence, it is slander." Albert reminded, "Professors will not easily listen to you slandering another professor."

"But... what should we do?" Twins also felt that what Albert said was very reasonable. The professors obviously would not let them "slander" another professor at will.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore should have noticed it to some extent. He is the greatest wizard in history. How could he not have considered this kind of thing?" Albert said his speculation, "I guess the principal is waiting for the thief to take the bait."

"I see, you are indeed Dumbledore." Fred had just finished speaking, and suddenly froze again. He said, "Then we can't take the risk to Fourth Floor Forbidden Area Corridor."

If Dumbledore was monitoring that place, wouldn't they be caught right away if they went there? "Don't worry, there will always be a chance. The principal didn't say not to let us take risks."