A Lively Night

"How did the date go?"

As soon as Albert opened the dormitory door, he heard Fred's teasing voice coming from inside the room.

What are you doing?

After Albert entered the room, he closed the door behind him, looked up at Fred was floating in mid-air waving at him, and raised an eyebrow slightly to ask.

"We're trying to make Honeydukes ' Fizzing Whizbees. You don't mind if we use some of the chocolates from that cabinet, do you?" Fred pointed to the cabinet Albert used to store gifts from strangers.

"I don't mind."

Albert didn't care at all; he wasn't going to eat them anyway, and the candies and other sweets inside would be given away as gifts.

"I brought you some late-night snacks."

As he spoke, he placed the bag of steaming hot potato and egg pancakes on the table and said to Fred was floating in mid-air, "You didn't put too much Billywig Stings Powder in the chocolate, did you?"

"No, we just mix a little bit of Billywig Stings Powder into the chocolate. Eating a small piece will probably make you float for a few minutes." George took out the rest of the chocolate and asked Albert if he wanted a piece.

"There's a lot more Billywig Stings Powder. Just think back to how long the Fizzing Whizbees' made the user float." Albert walked to the cabinet, took out some Milk Tea Powder, and turned to ask, "Would you like some?"

Is the quantity large?

"Of course there are many. What if someone eats too much of this stuff and gets a severe allergic reaction? What if it causes them to float in the air permanently?" Albert carried the teapot downstairs to make tea.

"I think Albert is making a big fuss over nothing," Fred muttered, glancing at the door that had closed again.

He certainly knew there was some truth to what Albert said, but...

"Alright, stop complaining. Albert is right. Are you planning to close the joke shop over this little thing?" Lee Jordan opened the oil paper bag and placed the steaming hot potato and egg pancakes inside onto a washed plate.

"Alright, come and see the Wizard Card I just made. This is one of my favorites so far."

Lee Jordan handed the "Hard Victory" card to George was about to sneak a bite.

Under Albert's deliberate tutelage, Lee Jordan became increasingly skilled at creating Wizard Card.

"Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." George muttered, reluctantly withdrawing his hand and taking the Wizard Card that Lee Jordan handed him.

Fred reached out and grabbed George's shoulder to steady him, then leaned closer to look at the card's effect. "It still feels a bit lacking."

"What's still missing?"

Albert returned with the teapot, poured a cup of milk tea for everyone, and handed it to them while taking the Wizard Card from George.

"It's alright, but the description of the effect is indeed a bit lacking. After George graduates from school, he'll probably have the ability to develop Wizard Card on his own." Albert put away "Hard Victory," planning to revise it when he had some free time.

Albert had seen the progress of the group and was generally satisfied. Although he could do better himself, he couldn't do everything.

Otherwise, how will we steal in the future... well, how will we hand over the shop to them to manage in the future?

"After you finish eating, get some rest." Albert took a sip of his milk tea and looked at the group who were starting to yawn. "Don't forget, you all have a ton of homework to do tomorrow."

"Are you a devil? What do I do if I have nightmares at night?"

"Then let's go to sleep first."

"You should go to sleep early too, goodnight!"

Watching the others gradually go to bed, Albert continued sipping his milk tea, pulled the Marauder's Map from his robe pocket, and his gaze quickly fell on the location of the Gryffindor Tower. He murmured softly, "Quite a few troubles tonight!"

"Who can argue with that!"

The door suddenly creaked open, and another familiar voice entered the room.

"I didn't expect you to come. Did something happen?" Albert looked up at the floating teacup and frowned deeply. This was not a good omen.

"No, no, I'm just here to make things go more smoothly!" another voice said calmly. "This is our first meeting, isn't it?"

"No, we've never met!" Albert shook his head.

"Okay, you're right. How about we play a game of Wizard's Chess? We still have plenty of time." The other person was in a very good mood, clearly indicating that things had finally gone well.

Who will win?

Does it matter?

"It doesn't matter, it's all the same anyway."

As night deepened, their game of Wizard's Chess remained undecided. They didn't care about the outcome of the game and casually chatted about what would happen next.

In fact, doing so violates dozens of laws enacted by the Ministry of Magic for the Time-Turner, enough to send Albert to Azkaban Prison, but none of the people sitting here care about that.

After all, no one knows he broke the law, so he doesn't worry about anyone coming after him.

"To make the plan go smoothly, I found myself working pretty hard," Albert said with a self-deprecating laugh after finishing his milk tea.

"It's us," another voice corrected.

Albert's gaze fell on the landing Marauder's Map. Finally... is it about to begin? At that moment, in the Gryffindor Common Room, a dark figure crept down the stairs, quickly pushed open the Common Room, and disappeared into the deep night.

"Fat Lady went out visiting neighbors late tonight," another voice said.

"That must have been very kind of you." Albert already knew why the other person had come.

"Do you think we might change anything?" Albert suddenly asked.

"Don't I already have the answer?" the man said. "A novel is just a novel. The future hasn't happened yet. If it does happen, it's something that will happen in the future and has nothing to do with the plot of the novel."

Albert didn't answer, his gaze following Ginny Weasley.

After an unknown amount of time, a furtive figure reappeared in the Gryffindor Common Room.

This time, the man was carrying an oil lamp, wrapped in a thick cloak, and had a camera hanging around his neck as he staggered down the stairs.

Ever since hearing Albert's words at noon, Colin Crevey had been inexplicably irritable, realizing that he might have really made a mistake.

Colin had originally planned to visit Harry with the grapes his family had sent him that morning, and also to apologize to him, but Madam Pomfrey refused his visit, saying that Harry needed to rest.

However, Colin did not give up the idea of visiting Harry in the hospital and planned to sneak away to see Harry at the School Hospital after Madam Pomfrey had rested.

The long corridor in the dead of night exuded an inexplicable chill, causing Colin to unconsciously tighten his cloak. He looked very nervous, worried that he would be caught by Filch.

Harry had worked so hard to win the Quidditch Match, adding Fifty points to Gryffindor. If he got caught for sneaking out at night, causing all of Harry's efforts on the Quidditch Pitch to go to waste, how could he face him?

However, none of this deterred him from visiting Harry.

However, Colin was unaware that he had just made a wrong decision. The moment he left the Gryffindor Common Room, he was already being watched, and not just by one person.