Chapter 368： Wrong style (1/2)

After a few days in school, Albert regretted taking all the courses. He felt that his head must have been caught by the door.

It's really irritating, thinking about it just after a class, before I have time to catch my breath, I have to rush to another class in a hurry, and the time is so tight that it just breaks down.

It is not the content of the course that is causing trouble for Albert. The knowledge in the textbook is not difficult for him. Just think about what Muggle research is.

The textbook for Muggle research is called: ”The Family Life and Social Habits of British Muggles”. As long as you read the title, you will know what it contains.

Keridi Bubbaji is a pro-Muggle witch. In the first class of Muggle research, she told everyone that a wizard is no different from a Muggle.

Albert somewhat doubts whether the Muggle research professor has really learned about Muggles and whether he has spent more than a year in the Muggle world without using magic.

It is undeniable that Professor Keridi Bubagi is an expert in Muggle research.

Ok!

Based on previous life experience, Albert does not like the term ”expert”.

Why would I take all courses?

In fact, Albert wants to get the time converter. He hopes to obtain the time converter through tasks, or obtain the manufacturing method of the time converter.

Albert doesn't really care about the mystery of time. He knows very well that the thing is dangerous, but with this thing, some things will have a lot of leeway.

Of course, the use of the time converter needs to be very cautious. Albert takes extra care every time he uses it. However, he has to travel a long distance to class every day, which is the most annoying and unbearable thing for him.

I have to climb up and down several floors in the castle all day, which consumes more energy than other sports. Even if I can take a shortcut, the situation is still not much better.

Albert even suspects that if Tom goes to school with him every day, he will lose weight soon.

Well, this is a good note, but it's hard to get it done.

It is impossible for him to take a cat to class every day.

Because of bringing Tom to the common room, the entire Gryffindor College students now know that the famous Albert Anderson raised a very fat British shorthair cat, and he would take it whenever he had time. A feather teases the cat in the lounge.

”Albert.” Quidditch Captain Wood walked over, stood in front of Albert, and patted his shoulder deeply and said, ”Remember to participate in training on weekends.”

”Wood, let me go. I have twelve classes of homework to do now, so I don’t have time to play Quidditch.” Albert picked Tom up and looked up at the Quidditch standing in front of him. Captain Di Qi said helplessly.

”Just to finish the daily homework is enough.”

”We couldn't find a suitable seeker.” Wood didn't intend to let go, picked up the cat stick and shook it and asked, ”And, are you sure you don't have extra time?”

Wood didn't believe Albert's nonsense at all.

No extra time?

Really don't have so much time, do you have time to play with cats here every day?

”You can select players. Anyway, there is still a long time before the game starts. I promise you will find a more suitable seeker.” Albert barely slapped his chest and assured the opponent, ”I predicted to you. Yes, this year Gryffindor will have a young seeker to join. Trust me, you will soon find a better player than me.”

”Damn prophecy, don't you know how everyone evaluates Professor Trelawney?” Wood felt that Albert was completely perfuncting himself. He really didn't understand why such a powerful seeker was unwilling. Join the team and win glory for the academy?

”If... I mean by next month, you really have not selected a suitable seeker, I will definitely not refuse.” Albert glanced at the freshman flight lesson announcement posted on the bulletin board in the common room.

”Don't forget what you said.” Wood raised his hand and stabbed Albert in the shoulder. ”Don't even think about making other excuses then.”

”I feel Wood is going to lose.”

After Wood left, George, who was writing the essay on body reduction agents, whispered to Lee Jordan next to him: ”Albert has never lost a bet.”

”I feel the same way. There must be something we don't know happened.” Fred murmured. They all knew that Albert basically didn't do anything unsure. He even dared to gamble with Wood. Grasp the bet to win.

As for, who will replace Albert as the Seeker for the Gryffindor team?

The three of them all looked in a certain direction, their eyes fell on Harry, who was playing wizard chess with Ron, and began to whisper softly again.

”Harry Potter was the last time Albert said the candidate.”

”You said Harry Potter would really be good at flying?”

”I don't know.” George said hesitantly. ”However, his father is really good at it. He won several trophies for the academy and I think Albert's words are accurate.”

”You should be able to get results within this month.”

”I have a hunch, it may not take that long.” Fred looked at the bulletin board and mumbled, ”I said Albert, don't you need to do homework?”