Chapter 123: Random Fumbling

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Despite Albert's cruel reality check, it couldn't dispel Fred's desire to make a fortune.

In the following days, the three of them frequently entered the Forbidden Forest, attempting to dig for snow fungus and strike it rich.

However, reality proved to be cruel.

They tried for several days but gained nothing. Moreover, their frequent visits to the forest angered Hagrid.

The gamekeeper didn't hesitate to complain to Albert about this and took action to drive the Weasley twins out of the forest.

March arrived, and the weather quickly warmed up. The snow in the forest began to melt, taking the snow fungus along with it. Weasley twins, who had been busy for days without any results, sat dejectedly in the library.

Their recent days had not been easy, as they had been caught by Hagrid for entering the forest and reprimanded by Professor McGonagall.

The outcome was predictable—confinement.

This pleased Filch to no end. His old face rarely displayed such a frightening smile, which scared the three of them.

In the past few days, Filch had been making trouble for them.

"Don't be down. Life is still beautiful," Albert comforted as he patted Fred on the shoulder. He proposed, "Let's go fishing by the lake on Saturday."

"Forget it. We don't want to be lectured by Hagrid again." Fred was still grumbling about Hagrid handing them over to Professor McGonagall.

"Fine!" Albert didn't say anything more.

"What are you doing?" Angelina put down her quill and looked up curiously. "I remember you finished your Transfiguration assignment a long time ago."

"I'm writing a paper for Transfiguration Today. Professor McGonagall asked me to do it during the last Transfiguration Club meeting." Albert casually explained, not realizing how shocking his words were.

"You're writing for a magazine?"

"Preparing to publish your paper in Transfiguration Today?" Not only Angelina, but everyone else was also astonished by this revelation.

"Not yet. I'll submit the manuscript to Professor McGonagall first. She will select the suitable ones and help with the revisions before sending them to Transfiguration Today." Albert's paper was about how to apply Transfiguration in combat.

This was a field that both Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall excelled in, while he simply combined what he had read before with Transfiguration theory.

In truth, Albert didn't believe that his paper would be published in Transfiguration Today. However, writing this paper had its benefits. After Professor McGonagall finished reading it, she would carefully edit it and include her opinions and evaluations. This would help the students in the Transfiguration Club to make further progress.

Every time he wrote something like this, after the revisions and feedback, Albert's understanding of Transfiguration would greatly improve. That was one of the reasons why he cared about this matter.

"I suddenly feel that Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club is quite impressive," Shanna admired Albert for being invited into the club. "I wonder if Professor McGonagall is still accepting new members."

"Forget about it," Alya poured cold water on Shanna. "It's impossible unless you excel in that area. Otherwise, you won't be invited."

"I was just thinking. The Transfiguration taught by Professor McGonagall is already challenging, and I don't have time to learn even more difficult Transfiguration or write those brain-cell-killing essays." Shanna muttered quietly.

Indeed, it would kill quite a few brain cells.

Albert always had the feeling that his knowledge was insufficient. The things he wrote after spending several days still didn't satisfy him completely. Nonetheless, Albert decided to submit the paper to Professor McGonagall. He truly didn't care whether it would be published in the magazine.

Albert was aware that his current knowledge of Transfiguration was enough to handle the Transfiguration classes for the next few years.

Unless there were relevant tasks, he didn't plan to invest more experience in that area for the time being.

From a certain perspective, it wasn't a good idea to spend more than what you gain.

In fact, Albert had attempted to trigger such tasks before but had never succeeded.

"Are you finished?" Alya exclaimed. "Your speed is as astonishing as always."

"It took me several days to finish."

"Would you mind if I take a look?" Alya changed the subject.

Albert didn't refuse and handed over the parchment across the table. As he expected, Alya returned it soon after a brief glance.

Undoubtedly, she couldn't understand it.

Delving deep and researching magic was too difficult for students. They mainly learned and mastered the basics.

Whether to further explore was an individual's choice.

By the time Hogwarts students graduated, how many of them would be able to level their spells up to Level 2 on the skill panel?

"You look tired," Shanna whispered softly.

"That's how this paper turned out. It took quite a bit of effort. I can only say that I'm not at that level yet." Albert began to tidy up the books, preparing to go to the kitchen for a cup of afternoon tea to relax.

It would be even better if he could have some cake.

"Not at that level? Then what level are we?" Lee Jordan grumbled.

Albert ignored him and asked for himself, "Who wants to go to the kitchen?"

"I do!" Fred also stood up, ready to walk with Albert.

"Forget it. You haven't finished your homework yet," George cruelly interrupted Fred's delightful wish. "We don't know how long it'll take later. Take advantage of everyone being here and finish the homework quickly."

Fred slumped back down, feeling dejected, and continued doing his homework.

"See you later."

Leaving the library, crossing the corridors, and descending the moving staircase to the ground floor, Albert passed by Filch, who was dragging the floor, for a long time.

Albert paid no attention and went straight to the kitchen located beneath the Great Hall.

Albert was a regular visitor to the kitchen, and the house-elves warmly welcomed his arrival, serving him milk tea and pies.

"Thank you," Albert said with a smile. His gratitude always made the house-elves feel uneasy, but he knew these little creatures liked to hear it.

"Are you preparing dinner?" Albert asked curiously.

"Yes, sir," nodded the house-elf.

"Would you mind chatting with me for a while?" Albert took a bite of the pie, took a sip of milk tea, and let out a sigh of contentment. He looked up and asked, "I'm interested in everything here, including you hardworking little elves."

"It's my honor."

"Please, have a seat." Albert gestured towards a chair and asked, "What's your name?"

"Kara," the house-elf replied.

"It's okay, I don't mind," Albert said gently, pointing to the chair.

The house-elf refused to sit no matter what. Albert didn't intend to force the matter and simply asked out of curiosity, "Your magic is unique. I can tell it's different from the magic we use."

"Yes, sir, our magic is different," the house-elf hesitated, seeming unwilling to discuss the topic.

"Can you use our magic?" Albert saw the house-elf shaking its head repeatedly but refusing to speak, so he changed the subject. "Well then, let's talk about something else. Can you make garlic fried eggs?"

"Garlic fried eggs?" Kara repeated with some confusion.

"Garlic fried eggs are..." Albert began to explain to the house-elf how to make garlic fried eggs, attempting to steer the conversation toward the house-elves' cooking skills.

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