Chapter 287： bet (1/2)

In the next few days, Albert spent a lot of time in the responsive room practicing the advanced patron saint. However, no one is here to teach, and without the help of a panel, it is really not easy for the patron saint to speak in a short time.

However, these days of trial and practice are not without gain, and the skill experience of the Guardian God spell has skyrocketed. It is a pity that there is no advanced guardian curse on the skill panel, which makes Albert very helpless. He estimates that he needs to upgrade the guardian curse to level three to master the advanced operation of the guardian curse more smoothly.

Another similarly advanced Unmarked Stretching Curse, after being directly upgraded to the second level by Albert's experience pool, he has basically mastered it. He also created a palm-sized wooden box with the capacity inside after being cursed many times. Permanently enlarged enough to fit Albert's small suitcase.

Albert put a lot of things in it, and then stuffed the box into the deformed lizard skin bag that Hagrid had sent, which was like carrying a shrunken storage bag with him.

The wallet provided by Hagrid is really very useful. It is not only anti-theft and secret, but also does not have to worry about being troubled by the Ministry of Magic.

After all, a bag with a non-mark stretching curse cannot be used blatantly.

These days, in addition to practicing the patron saint, Albert is also practicing how to sew gloves.

Mrs. Morkin in Diagon Alley has already replied, and she tactfully refuses to help Albert make specific gloves. She doesn't want to do this business at all.

Albert was not surprised by this. If he changed to himself, 80% would refuse.

As for the reason, of course it is troublesome.

The business of Mrs. Morkin's robe specialty store has always been very good, and there is no need to spend time and energy on such things.

Although Albert is a little doubtful whether the business of the Madam Morkin's robe specialty store is still booming after school starts, after all, things like clothes are not disposable goods, not to mention the wizards in the magical world.

However, there is no way to be rejected by Mrs. Morkin.

Now I can only do tailoring by myself. Fortunately, Albert’s hands-on ability is pretty good. After several attempts using the shabby robes of the responsive house, he learned the tailoring skills and reached level 1, barely able to do it. The embryonic form of a cloth glove, the kind that can't be carried.

After discarding a dozen gloves, Albert finally got himself a decent template to wear on his hand. However, time has quietly entered mid-February.

Quidditch competition is coming soon, and students can often hear enthusiastic discussions about the outcome of the competition.

As the game drew closer, Charlie's requirements for the players became stricter, and training was not pleasant. Albert said in advance that he had something to do and successfully escaped. Fred and George would always complain after the training. Looked at him with his eyes.

”Don't worry, I will go over and cheer for you during the game!” Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and comforted.

”I think if you are willing to participate in the competition, our success rate in defeating Slytherin can rise by at least 30%.” Fred was also full of resentment, and Charlie's training made him tired enough.

”You look at me too high.”

”Actually, I think that if Albert says that Slytherin will lose, our victory rate can rise by at least half.” George said quietly.

However, as early as long ago, Albert had said that he felt that Gryffindor would have difficulty defeating Slytherin, so the twins' fighting spirit has not been very high.

”Does anyone start a gambling game?” Lee Jordan suddenly interjected.

”Traitor.” Fred and George glared at Li Jordan. They knew what this guy wanted to do.

”We want to be together.”

”Make money together.”

”Do you want to play a match-fixing?” Albert was speechless.

”Of course we will go all out, but since failure is inevitable, we don't mind finding comfort from other places.” ”At least, this is another victory.”

What about your morals?

Albert suddenly wanted to cover his face. How could the team win the game if even the players themselves had no confidence.

”Guys, if you want to bet...” a senior student next door said to the four, ”you can place your bets with me.”

Albert looked up. He knew this man. His name was Kenneth Toller, one of the black market merchants at Hogwarts.

It was Kenneth Toller who helped Albert when he sold anti-swelling agents.

”If you let me know that you are gambling, I will tell mom about this!” Percy stared at his brothers fiercely. ”And if Charlie knows you want to buy Gryffindor and lose the game, he It will definitely be sad.”