Chapter 86: I Heard You Got into a Fight

It was a sunny weekend, with a gentle breeze carrying the coolness of autumn. Looking out from the windows of the Gryffindor Tower, one could see students playing and frolicking on the lawn.

The door at the entrance of the common room spun open, and Lee Jordan crawled in from the corridor. He looked around and spotted Albert by the fireplace, quickly walking over as he spoke, "Albert, I heard you got into a fight with a Slytherin student."

As soon as those words were uttered, many people in the common room turned their heads, seemingly interested in this topic.

"Oh," Albert paused what he was doing and looked up at Lee Jordan approaching. He asked with a puzzled expression, "What do you mean I got into a fight with a Slytherin student?"

"The literal meaning," Lee replied.

At that moment, the entrance to the Gryffindor common room opened again, and Fred and George hurriedly entered through the corridor.

"I heard you fought with a Slytherin," the two of them entered the common room and looked Albert up and down, before saying after a while, "Well done! Next time, remember to call us."

"What's going on?" Albert asked.

"Don't you know?" George looked at the people around him with confusion.

"I have no idea," Albert shook his head. "I've been practicing a cutting spell all this time."

"But everyone is talking about it!" Fred looked at his friend's puzzled face and realized something was off. "Just now, they said..."

"Stop. I don't remember getting into a fight," Albert immediately interrupted them. "Besides, do I look like someone who's good at fighting with my skinny arms and legs?"

After saying that, Albert even patted his own wrist, wearing an expression of "You're joking, right?"

From the surface, Albert didn't appear particularly strong, at most, he could be described as not being thin.

"I'd be lucky if the other person didn't come after me," Albert said sarcastically, seeing the stunned expressions of his friends.

"Did you curse them?" In fact, even George found the rumors unreliable. If Albert had used a curse on someone and knocked down Slytherin students, it would have been more believable.

After all, the guy in front of them was indeed much more skilled in magic than other students in his year.

"Be careful, I can sue you for defamation," Albert glared at George and pointed to the nearby armchair, gesturing for the three of them to sit down and listen to him.

"So what exactly happened? Why are so many people saying that you..." George began to ask.

"Shut up! Do you actually believe in rumors?" Albert said irritably. "Whether you believe it or not, I can spread rumors that you like to sing and dance in the shower."

"Is that true?" Lee Jordan's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Watch out, or I might punch you. Albert already said it's just a rumor," Fred said irritably.

"Go ahead and tell us what happened. Rumors don't come out of thin air," George signaled for the two of them to be quiet and let Albert speak.

"You know, after breakfast on weekends, I often take my camera and wander around, taking a few pictures along the way," Albert began to recall what had happened not long ago. "On the second-floor corridor, I ran into several Slytherin students. They were walking towards me in a line. I even stepped aside to let them pass, but one of them still bumped into my shoulder. I don't know what happened, but the person who bumped into me fell to the ground and held his shoulder in pain."

As he recounted the incident, Albert had an innocent look on his face. "Later, I reached out and helped him up from the ground, and then he inexplicably let out a scream. This time, he was clutching his own palm, and I didn't understand what was happening."

"That's it?" The three of them listened, utterly perplexed.

"Why did everyone say that you sent that Slytherin student to the school hospital?" George said, looking puzzled.

"How would I know?" Albert thought for a moment and said seriously, "Maybe it was because I advised those Slytherin students to take that person to the school hospital for a check-up."

Especially after hearing Albert's account, he seemed to be the most innocent victim, as if he had encountered an undeserved disaster.

The three of them looked at each other, utterly confused.

Honestly, if they didn't know Albert, they might have believed it. When this guy was fooling others, the things he said were easily believable, and the situation might be just as he described.

The actual version is:

Albert had just finished breakfast and was carrying his camera, ready to go for a walk and take some photos. Along the way, he encountered several Slytherin students from his year, walking towards him in a line.

At that time, Albert did indeed step aside to let them pass, but those guys were deliberately looking for trouble and prepared to shoulder-bump him.

Albert never expected to encounter such a nuisance, but he wasn't one to be messed with either. If someone wanted trouble, he wasn't afraid, whether it was getting physical or using his wand.

In the eyes of others, there was the Slytherin student who fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder, and Albert with a look of bewilderment.

Who was to blame? It was obvious.

Then, Albert gentlemanly reached out to help the other person up and asked if they were injured or something.

That person probably wanted to use that opportunity to bring Albert down, but when he grabbed Albert's hand, he was forcefully squeezed, and tears welled up from the pain.

To those who witnessed it firsthand, Albert seemed helpless and innocent, but somehow, the story spread as if Albert had beaten the Slytherin student.

"That person went to the school hospital, and it's said that Madam Pomfrey cured him."

"Actually, my shoulder was injured too," Albert suddenly said with a serious expression.

The three of them rolled their eyes simultaneously.

"Well, anyway, I'm also a victim. Who would've thought he was as fragile as a porcelain," Albert said, describing the Slytherin student as fragile as porcelain.

Upon hearing Albert's comparison, the eavesdroppers couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Gryffindor and Slytherin students never saw eye to eye.

"What are you doing?" Lee Jordan wasn't concerned about the recent incident and looked at Albert, who was cutting a piece of wood.

"Didn't I say earlier? I'm practicing the cutting charm," Albert picked up a wooden cross, accompanied by a few circular-shaped objects.

"This seems to be wood from the Whomping Willow!" George suddenly exclaimed.

"Yeah, I got it from Hagrid a while ago. It's just right for practicing the cutting charm," Albert nodded casually.

Fred reached out and took the cross, commenting, "But the craftsmanship is quite rough. Are you planning to give it as a protective talisman to someone?"

"If I were to make it into a protective talisman, I would definitely make it more exquisite," Albert replied irritably.

"Are you sure items made from the Whomping Willow can protect people from dark creatures?"

"Who knows?" Albert couldn't be certain if this thing in his hand would be effective, but it wasn't difficult to find out. He just needed to ask someone.

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