Chapter 293: A Bunch of Scoundrels

When Albert left the Room of Requirement, curfew hadn't yet arrived.

Albert spoke the password in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady and entered Gryffindor's common room through the revealed passage. At this time, most people had already returned to their dormitories to rest.

"Where did you go?" Shanna looked surprised as she saw Albert coming in from outside.

"The kitchen. Do you want some?" Albert shook the bag in his hand, containing cream biscuits.

"Thank you." Shanna took two cream biscuits, poured herself a cup of hot cocoa, chatted with Albert about some difficulties in their studies, and then they each returned to their dormitories to rest.

"You actually came back. We were just figuring out how to drag you out of the Room of Requirement later," Fred and the others turned their heads as the dormitory door opened, disappointed to see that it was Albert.

How much they hoped he would get into some trouble!

"I'm fine. I'm really sorry to disappoint you!" Albert's forehead veins slightly throbbed, and he spoke in an unsatisfactory tone. He had decided not to share the midnight snack he got from the kitchen with them.

"Did you succeed?" Lee Jordan was more curious about how Albert fared with what he said he was working on—a supposedly powerful self-defense weapon.

"I did, and it works pretty well."

Albert took a small cage out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"What's this thing?"

"A mousetrap."

"Are you kidding?" Lee Jordan raised an eyebrow.

"Fool, it's the Traceless Extension Charm," Fred had seen this kind of magic before.

"You actually mastered the Traceless Extension Charm? They say this magic is super difficult." George said incredulously, "By the way, weren't you practicing the Patronus Charm all along?"

"Professor Smith taught it. The Patronus hasn't spoken yet, but I managed to learn this first." Albert said, taking the unconscious mouse out of the cage.

"Where did you get the mouse from?"

"I caught it in a corner of the castle where miscellaneous items are stored. It took quite an effort." Albert poked the mouse with his hand.

"What's wrong with the mouse?"

"I don't know, probably dead!"

Albert picked up his wand and began to cast the Reviving Charm on the mouse. He was curious if the mouse was dead, cursed, or simply unconscious.

"Are you sure what you made isn't life-threatening?" Lee Jordan pretended to be horrified.

"I don't know, maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I'm testing its power." Albert, realizing that the Reviving Charm wasn't effective, understood that the effect of the Banshee's Howl was quite extraordinary.

"I think this mouse is probably dead!" Fred curiously poked the mouse with his finger.

"No, otherwise, do you think Albert would be foolish enough to cast a spell on a mouse?" Lee Jordan shook his head.

"This... probably isn't... Percy's pet rat, is it?" George suddenly said after remaining silent.

"Definitely not. Besides, Percy's rat is supposed to die soon, right?"

"I think it looks like it's still alive and well." Fred asked incredulously, "Can a mouse usually live this long?"

"Who knows!" Albert, of course, knew that a mouse couldn't possibly live that long. However, humans could. But that wasn't something he needed to focus on at the moment. He took out a small bag of dark-colored salt from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"Table salt. Help me out here, pry open the mouse's mouth," Albert signaled the three of them to come and assist.

They spent some time before they managed to make the unfortunate mouse swallow the salt.

Not long after, the mouse, which had been tormented and on the brink of death, finally woke up. It was just in a weak state, looking quite miserable.

"It actually worked." Fred looked at the awakened mouse, then his gaze returned to the small bag of color-changing salt. Curious, he observed it up and down before pinching a bit and putting it in his mouth.

"What on earth is this?" Fred's expression instantly twisted as he spat out what was in his mouth and bent over in a fit of retching.

"Table salt, just processed. It has a similar effect to potions. Speaking of which, you dare to eat unknown things without even knowing what they are?" Albert glanced at Fred with some admiration for his recklessness.

"What have you made? Show us." George urged, curious about what exactly Albert had created.

"I'll let you guys try it another day. Right now, I don't want anyone to suddenly collapse for no reason." Albert had no intention of letting them use the Banshee's Howl in the dormitory. He was well aware of the kind of people they were. If someone got their hands on it, they'd probably be eager to open it, not only deceiving themselves but also bringing trouble to others.

As it turned out, Albert's decision was right.

The next afternoon, inside the Room of Requirement.

Albert looked at the three people lying on the ground, his face full of helplessness.

Fortunately, he was wise enough to put in earplugs beforehand, only then giving the Banshee's Howl to Fred.

As expected, the damn Fred immediately opened it once he got his hands on the Banshee's Howl.

The three who hadn't put in earplugs suddenly fell without any warning.

Albert bent down, picked up the Banshee's Howl from the ground, checked to make sure it wasn't damaged, closed it again, and glanced at the fallen roommates with a soft sigh.

If you don't court disaster, you won't meet with it. How come you guys don't understand?

Albert tried the Reviving Charm on the three people. Just like the little mouse, it had no effect. He then took out some pre-prepared table salt from his pocket, pried open Lee Jordan's mouth, fed him some, and gave him a small cup of water. He also helped them swallow it down.

Then, he continued to cast the spell to restore their vitality.

"What's wrong with me? It hurts so much!" Lee Jordan held his head; he had hit his head when he fell. "Ugh, what is this stuff?"

He started dry heaving on the side, looking very uncomfortable.

"Fool, Fred used this stuff, and you all just collapsed," Albert shook the Banshee's Howl in his hand, casually explaining.

Lee Jordan's face twisted with anger, wanting to kick Fred. It was all that guy's fault for stirring up trouble and causing all three of them to fall. No wonder Albert didn't want them to try it last night; it seemed he had foreseen what would happen.

Lee Jordan glared at Albert resentfully as he helped wake up the Weasley brothers. Their situation wasn't too good either; both had bumps on their heads and were now retching.

George was the most unlucky; he had a swollen lump on his head.

"You probably knew in advance!" Fred asked frustratedly. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I told you last night!" Albert said irritably, "But you just wouldn't listen. You had to suffer a loss before you'd remember."

"You definitely did it on purpose!"

"Let's gang up on him."

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