Chapter 193: Everything Will

Sizzle!

On the sizzling hot barbecue grill, white smoke rose, carrying the delicious aroma of grilled meat through the air.

Outside Hagrid's hut, a barbecue was in progress.

Albert used tongs to flip the beef on the grill, the slightly marinated steak turning a faint golden color.

"Onions, lemons, and eggs," Hagrid placed the ingredients on the table, took a bite of the freshly grilled bread from his plate, and stared at Albert flipping the steak, feeling even hungrier.

Before, Hagrid thought he was pretty good at cooking, but now... he felt like he was just getting the food cooked.

Albert waved his wand at an onion, using the cutting spell to slice it into thin pieces, brushed some sauce on it, and placed it on the grill.

The eggs were fried in a skillet and then placed on a plate together with the grilled steak. He added some grilled onion slices and a fried egg, along with a big spoonful of canned peanuts. The homemade grilled steak was now complete.

"It smells good. Seems like marinating the steak is necessary," Hagrid said eagerly, cutting himself a big piece of beef and taking a bite.

"The real pleasure comes from tasting the food you've cooked yourself. There's an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and achievement," Albert said. In fact, he had culinary skills, but he never bothered to level them up. After all, he rarely needed to cook his own meals at home.

Albert was about to put the piece of beef into his mouth when he suddenly heard a familiar scream from a distance.

"Wait!"

With the fork already in his mouth, Albert turned his head to the direction of the voice. It was Fred and the others, rushing towards them.

"You, you're grilling steak here?" Fred's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Hagrid and Albert, who were enjoying their grilled steak.

Of course, Hogwarts also provided steak, but seeing Albert grilling steak here made them feel a bit unbalanced.

"It tastes decent," Albert said, squeezing lemon juice onto the steak and taking another bite, then he looked up and asked, "Didn't you guys say you didn't have time to come?"

"We came to deliver a letter to you, but who would've thought we'd find you hiding here, grilling steak," George said, looking rather distressed.

"I'm just having a meal at Hagrid's place," Albert took a bite of the grilled onion and pushed the fried egg into his mouth with the fork before asking, "Where's my letter?"

"Here it is," George handed the letter to Albert.

"How come the owl didn't deliver it directly to me?" Albert was a bit puzzled, receiving the letter from George.

"Professor Smith asked me to give it to you," George explained, his gaze fixed on the cheese-baked potatoes on the grill.

"If you want to eat, get it yourself, so you don't get burned," Hagrid found it a bit amusing, inviting the three to sit down and eat, "I had no idea Albert's cooking skills were this good."

"Professor Smith, huh?" Albert nodded in understanding, and upon seeing the sender, he could probably guess what was inside.

"Aren't you going to open it and see what's written?" Fred's mouth was full of cheese-baked potatoes.

"Oh," Albert thought about it and decided to open the envelope. It was a letter from Sylla Harriches, expressing her willingness to communicate with Albert through letters. She also mentioned two books related to alchemy.

"What does it say inside?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.

"Someone is willing to have a friendly correspondence with me," Albert put the letter back into his pocket, smiling as he explained.

"Is it delicious?" George was more concerned about the taste of the grilled steak.

"It's alright," Albert replied and continued to devour the food on his plate.

Fred swallowed the roasted potatoes and couldn't help but exclaim, "I didn't expect you could actually cook."

"Why wouldn't I?" Albert replied, "Taking matters into your own hands ensures you have enough to eat."

After all, Hephzibah and Daisy were lawyers and occasionally too busy to take care of them.

"The steak is excellent," Hagrid praised. He had already finished his portion, but the quantity was too little to satisfy his appetite. There were still grilled bread slices on the table, paired with bacon and cheese, along with a small pot of oatmeal porridge.

"If only we had finished lunch before coming to find you," Fred complained as he watched Albert put the last piece of beef into his mouth.

"Yeah, we should go back. It's almost lunchtime," George said, exchanging greetings with Hagrid before urging Fred and Lee Jordan to leave.

"Goodbye, Hagrid," Albert bid farewell as he followed the three to leave.

Halfway back to the castle, George suddenly asked, "By the way, we saw you and Hagrid coming out of the Forbidden Forest together just now."

"What were you doing in the Forbidden Forest?" Lee Jordan continued the inquiry.

"Well... I promised Hagrid not to tell anyone. If you want to know, go and ask Hagrid yourselves," Albert knew they wouldn't ask Hagrid, otherwise, they would have already done so earlier instead of waiting until now to ask him.

"You actually kept it from us," Fred grumbled dissatisfied.

"I had no choice; I promised Hagrid first," Albert shrugged helplessly.

"Fine," the three had no other option, knowing that Albert didn't want to talk about it, they stopped asking further questions.

"Oh, by the way, isn't there a Wizard Card Club gathering in the afternoon?" Lee Jordan was more interested in this, being a loyal supporter of the Wizard Cards.

"Yes, it's in the Great Hall, and there aren't that many people coming anyway," Albert said, "I've already made the Original Cards."

As he spoke, Albert took out a few cards and handed them to the three. Each card had the appearance of the individual they represented. Fred and George were wearing Quidditch uniforms, holding broomsticks, while Lee Jordan was wearing wizard robes, with a wizard hat and a wand. As for Albert himself, he was dressed in wizarding robes, holding a book and a wand.

"When were these pictures taken?" George examined his own card closely and couldn't help but ask.

"What do you think?" Albert smiled and said nothing.

"Will all the future cards be like this? It finally feels somewhat official!" Fred took his card and looked at it, quite satisfied with it.

"What about the other cards?" Lee Jordan asked.

"I haven't made the other cards yet. Do you think I have that much time to spend on this? Besides, I don't have pictures of other people," Albert shrugged, not worrying about any issues of image rights.

As for what image rights were?

There was no such thing in the magical world.

"I'll take this card then!" Lee Jordan was about to put his card into his pocket but was stopped by Albert.

"That won't do. The Original Cards need to stay with me. They will be used to modify the other cards in the future. I'll use a Transfiguration spell on them, and once I modify the Original Card, the other cards will also change accordingly," Albert explained.

"Can it really be done this way?" Fred was amazed.

"Yes, the Daily Prophet uses the same spell. Didn't you notice?" Albert asked in return.

The three shook their heads in unison.

Although they knew that the contents of the Daily Prophet sometimes changed, they had no idea why.

"Well... how much more time will it take?"

"Who knows? At least until I learn the Transfiguration spell. They say it's Newt-level magic, so I estimate it will take another two or three years," Albert carefully considered before adding, "Although it may sound a bit conceited to say this, graduating from Hogwarts with excellent results shouldn't be too difficult for me."

"You not going to Ravenclaw is really their loss," George exclaimed again. "After all, you have such a brain."

"If you could answer more riddles correctly than Katrina, that would be even better."

"You're thinking too much," Albert glanced at Lee Jordan and said with some exasperation, "That's impossible. Do you really think you can win against someone who guesses riddles every day?"

"Then why did you bet on riddles with her?" Fred was even more puzzled.

"I want to know how many different riddles there are for the entrance to Ravenclaw and what their answers are," Albert said without hesitation. "In the future, I might sneak into the Ravenclaw common room."

"I think you'll get kicked out," Fred said.

"I agree," George and Lee Jordan chimed in.

As the four were talking, they arrived at the castle. Just as they were about to pass through the entrance hall, they heard hurried footsteps coming from behind.

Filch was hurrying toward them.

"Filthy creatures! Filthy everywhere, I've had enough!" Filch pointed at the mud footprints on the floor, shouting angrily. His eyes bulged, and his face trembled, looking strange and frightening. "I've had enough... an example must be made... all four of you, come with me!"

"Ahem, calm down, Mr. Filch," Albert pulled out his wand, waved it gently at the mud footprints and his boots, making the footprints on the floor disappear, and the mud stains on his boots vanished.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan looked at each other and also used Scourgify to clean their boots.

Unfortunately, they found that they couldn't completely clean the stains off.

"How did you do that?" George couldn't help but ask.

"Vanishing Charm," Albert waved his wand and completed the cleaning for them. Then, looking at the dumbfounded Filch, he said, "Can we go now?"

Before Filch could answer, the four of them walked through the entrance hall and into the Great Hall, leaving Filch and other students who were preparing to watch the play in a daze. By the time Filch snapped out of it, Albert and his friends were already far away.

Filch's whole body trembled, and there were several other students around him. Unfortunately, they didn't know the term "collateral damage," so two unfortunate Hufflepuff students became the targets of Filch's wrath.

They wanted to do what Albert did, but they didn't know how to use the Vanishing Charm.

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