Chapter 135: If you feel it is useful, you must... (1/2)

Since getting to know McDoug, Albert can't believe that his campus life has changed drastically.

Excavating the secret of the magic text too deeply has caused a lot of burden on Albert's brain. The direct manifestation is that Albert's spirit has been a little sluggish during the recent period.

However, this kind of high load situation still has some advantages.

The experience of Albert's magic writing skills has increased rapidly at an incredible speed, and it has soared by nearly 1,000 points in less than half a month.

The most important thing is that Albert felt that he was about to get in touch with what he wanted. McDoug's words really used ancient magic texts.

If you upgrade the magic text skill to level 3, you may be able to master that part of the knowledge in a short time, but Albert still prefers to spend more time in this area, even if the skill is directly upgraded to level 3. It still takes a long time to digest.

Moreover, using too much experience at one time to upgrade the skill level is a big burden for the experience pool, and Albert will not risk doing this.

For him, upgrading a skill directly to level 2 is a range that is currently acceptable, and it must be a practical skill to do so.

The experience in the experience pool is not only reserved for upgrading the economy and finance, but also Albert's biggest back-hand and guarantee.

It is undoubtedly not a good thing if you only go out and not in.

”What's wrong with you lately, I feel very tired.” George said.

”It's okay, it's just a bit too much. Excuse me, push me the marmalade over there.” Albert is putting two sausages, a fried egg, and half a diced tomato on his plate. .

”Here.” George gave Albert a suspicious look, and didn't ask any more.

After receiving the marmalade that George handed over, Albert spread a thick layer on the slice of bread, put it in his mouth and took a big bite, casually took out the diary from his pocket, and began to read the things he had recorded before. See if anything has been forgotten.

Albert's memory is very strong, yes, but after he takes things seriously, he tends to forget other things.

”Looking at your notebook again?” Fred said with a smile: ”By the way, there is an apparition class in the afternoon. Are you going to see it?”

”I remember the last time in the Apparition Class, one of Hufflepuff's boys was dismembered.” Lee Jordan smiled and talked about the fun of the Apparition Class.

”It's a split, not a corpse.” Angelina on the opposite side glanced at Lee Jordan in disgust and corrected, ”Don't use this terrible word in the wrong place.”

”I remember that person was called Feige.” Lee Jordan said.

”It's Figo.” Albert bit the fried egg, weakly correcting the opponent's mistake.

”How do you know?” Lee Jordan asked unconvincedly, ”I remember...”

”Last time, I met a Hufflepuff friend in the library...cough cough.” Albert poured a gulp of pumpkin juice into his mouth, glanced at the fried egg on the fork, and temporarily removed it. Set aside, ready to eat later.

”Do you still have Hufflepuff friends?” Alia is curious that Albert still knows Hufflepuff's students. This guy has a lot of friends!

”Who doesn't have many friends?” Albert disagrees.

”I remember... the fierce man who punched Prefect Ravenclaw last time, he seemed to be called...”

”It's Truman.” Fred started to remind. ”I found your memory is really bad.”

”Who would memorize these things specially?” Lee Jordan defended.

Speaking of Truman, the Weasley brothers suddenly looked at Albert together and asked in a low voice: ”Last time, did you give Truman an idea for that matter.”

Albert didn’t answer, pretending he didn’t hear him, and continued to flip through the notebook, his gaze fell on a record, and he raised his head to look at George and asked: ”I can’t fix the last ”Uric’s Biography”. . However, it seems that you took the book away, have you repaired it and returned it?”

”It was not repaired, but it has been returned. Mrs. Pins did not notice.” George's face was a little unnatural.