Chapter 272: Morality in the Corner

When it comes to February, there are many noteworthy events.

At the beginning of February, students in the third year and above can go on a trip to Hogsmeade. In the middle of the month, there's a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. And at the end of the month, there's the selection for the Wizarding Club competition.

Of course, that last one is just a formality.

Time, like an old man with a limp, slowly enters February amidst the urging of countless students.

Of course, not all students want time to pass quickly. Albert is one of those. Lately, he's been feeling like there's not enough time, even the leisurely lazy moments have become fewer.

I really wish there was a time-turner.

However, the time-turner consumes the user's time as well. If it's used too frequently to go back in time, the user's lifespan will decrease.

Albert is contemplating whether he should just throw aside all those trivial matters.

Because he has so many old friends, he practically needs to write a letter every day. There are still many things left unfinished in his notebook.

Isabelle was right, he is indeed too greedy. If not for the skill panel, he might have already been crushed and driven crazy by all these tasks. Hermione, a third-year, is a perfect example of that.

Oh well, now isn't the time to stop and rest. He should take advantage of his youth to accumulate more capital. When he has enough resources, he can live the life he wants.

"Just another year or two, and it should be alright."

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

After all, they have the Savior Potter to deal with that. He needs to consider how to benefit from Voldemort's activities.

After all, the days when Voldemort ruled the wizarding world were the darkest for both the magical community and Britain. Chaos also means opportunities.

Albert took out a small notebook and jotted down his thoughts. This notebook is almost full already.

He flipped through it, sighed lightly, then put the notebook back in his pocket. He checked the homework he had just finished and began to write a letter to Montague Frick. He was arranging to meet him at the Three Broomsticks on their next trip to Hogsmeade.

Albert does need the fur of a Bog Myrtle. A few months ago, he had submerged the Mandrake in salt, and it should be completely turned into a dark magical item soon. He'll need the Bog Myrtle fur to restrain it. Otherwise, Albert wouldn't dare to rashly attempt any further processing of the dark magical item. He wouldn't want to be in the same boat when it goes wrong.

Montague Frick's reply arrived quickly. He probably didn't want the Bog Myrtle fur to backfire on him. However, from the tone and wording of the letter, it was clear that Montague still intended to make a good deal of money from Albert.

"Do they really take me for a child?"

Albert couldn't help chuckling, then casually threw the parchment into the fireplace. He watched as the flames turned the paper into ashes, a strange smile on his face.

"Albert's smile is so unsettling." George, who was lazing around, happened to look up and witnessed this scene. He couldn't help but shiver and nudged Fred next to him with his elbow, gesturing for him to look at Albert.

"I wonder who's going to be unlucky next!" Fred muttered under his breath.

"Going to Hogsmeade next time?" Albert looked around, making sure no one was nearby, before whispering.

"Of course, why wouldn't we?" Lee Jordan replied without lifting his head. After all, it's just after Christmas, and their pockets are still quite full.

"Did you receive a letter from that thief?" Fred felt like he already knew the answer.

"Yes, it seems he hasn't given up on trying to swindle me. If things go south...," Albert chuckled darkly, "I'll rob him, or engage in some forced buying and selling."

"Isn't that... not such a good idea?" Lee Jordan put down his quill, looking worriedly at Albert. Although he often played pranks and violated school rules, Lee Jordan fundamentally was a good person.

"It's true, it's not the best idea." Albert didn't deny that. "However, Montague Frick isn't exactly a saint either. That guy is a professional scam artist and a thief. He's also a part-time black market dealer, involved in all sorts of shady deals. If he's not interested in a fair trade, there's no need to be too polite with him."

"For a scoundrel like that, Albert's right. I also don't think we need to be too polite," Fred and George exchanged glances, then lowered their voices and asked, "How are you planning to handle this?"

"A Disillusionment Charm, a Stunning Spell, and a Memory Charm." Albert knew exactly what to do. He wasn't worried about failing. Sometimes, when you're too focused, you can't guard against the unexpected.

Perhaps Montague Frick is a very cautious guy, but he definitely can't anticipate that Albert, who he considers an easy mark, is actually plotting to rob him.

In his previous life, Albert considered himself a person of good moral character. Even if things went south, he never had thoughts like these.

In this life, with his cheat-like abilities and mastery of magical wonders, and having spent over ten years under the influence of capitalism, his moral compass from his previous life had long been kicked into a corner.

To say something a bit immoral: the original accumulation of capital has always been cruel and bloody.

"Let's see what Montague Frick decides and then decide how to proceed."

Fred and George didn't have a favorable impression of Montague, so they agreed with Albert's opinion. Lee Jordan also nodded in agreement. Albert didn't plan to go too far with his actions.

"What are you guys discussing?" Shanna walked over, holding a book borrowed from the library.

"We're discussing Wizarding Cards." Albert casually came up with a topic, and the other three went along with it without finding it strange.

"By the way, have you guys heard?" Shanna's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Heard what?" Fred asked curiously.

"There's a monster hidden in the Forbidden Forest." Shanna whispered, "This afternoon, someone guarding the magical creatures near the edge of the Forbidden Forest heard a terrifying roar."

"Forbidden Forest and a roar?" Albert immediately thought of Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts.

"Maybe Hagrid is raising some dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest," Fred joked.

"Should we go in and see what kind of monster it is?" George's eyes twinkled with curiosity. He continued, "We can ask Hagrid to come with us. It falls under his jurisdiction."

It seems George's brain isn't that bad.

In just half a day, strange rumors began circulating around the school. Dangerous magical creatures from deep within the Forbidden Forest apparently made their way to the outskirts. Rumors spread everywhere, and Professor Kettleburn was already planning to move most of his classes to the lawn near the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

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