Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Expected Fortune
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In the Quidditch match at the end of November, Hufflepuff suffered a crushing defeat in the snowstorm. Currently, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw became the contenders for the House Cup.
In order to win, Captain Charlie had been intensifying the Quidditch training, which made the official team members suffer greatly. As substitutes on the team, Fred and a few others always found good excuses to skip the arduous training in the snowstorm.
"Charlie must be crazy!" Fred muttered as he looked at the snow outside the window.
"He's just too eager to win the Quidditch Cup," Albert could understand Charlie's efforts. After all, it was the responsibility of being the Quidditch captain. If even the captain let loose, Gryffindor would probably never have a chance to raise the cup.
"Are you going home for Christmas?" Lee Jordan just finished reading the letter from home and looked up to ask.
"We're going home for the holidays," Fred and George exchanged glances and answered without hesitation.
"I'll also be going home for the holidays." Albert looked at the potted plant by the window and asked, "Since we're all going back, what should we do with the things in the flowerpot?"
"Just leave it here. It should be fine without watering for a month, right?" George looked at the flourishing garlic plant by the window, but his tone lacked confidence.
"Actually, we could create it when you guys are back, I mean... during the Christmas break," Albert tentatively brought up the matter.
In fact, Albert was well aware that the enthusiasm of the group for making garlic crosses had dwindled.
There was no way around it. Children's patience is always limited, and Albert even suspected that they had already forgotten about this matter.
"Oh, that thing!" Fred and George looked at each other, and their enthusiasm for making the so-called talisman seemed to have faded since the beginning.
The group was even a bit confused, not knowing why they had such great enthusiasm for making this thing in the first place.
"Well, we can give it a try. However, we're not sure how to make... the garlic crosses. Do we really have to soak the crosses in mashed garlic?" Fred asked tentatively, unsure if wasting garlic like that would earn him a spanking from his mother.
"You can mash the garlic and soak it in alcohol, then soak the crosses in it." Albert also had no practical experience and could offer limited suggestions to the two.
"That's actually a good idea. But..." Fred's tone paused, as if he had forgotten what he wanted to say.
"But we're not sure if we can get alcohol." George continued Fred's sentence. They had a hard time getting their hands on ordinary beer, let alone alcohol. It would be very difficult for them to acquire it.
"What are you going to do with your white wormwood?" Lee Jordan quickly changed the topic, as his own situation wasn't any better than the twins'.
"I'll leave it here. If it dies, there's nothing we can do!" The other potted plant by the window was white wormwood that Albert had obtained from Hagrid. White wormwood, a herbaceous plant, could be easily cultivated again by burying its branches in a soil bag and taking good care of it.
However, white wormwood was easily affected by the weather. If it wasn't transplanted into a greenhouse or a warmer place during winter, it would wither easily.
In fact, Albert wasn't very confident in keeping the white wormwood alive during winter.
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As December arrived, the weather grew colder.
Although the Gryffindor common room was ablaze with a roaring fire, the corridors were even colder due to the biting wind and snow. The windows rattled from the icy gusts, and everyone had to bundle up tightly with their clothes.
Christmas was approaching, and everyone was looking forward to the holiday.
However, the professors unconsciously assigned a pile of homework to the students.
"Do they want us to have a good Christmas break at all?" Lee Jordan threw down his quill, watching the rapidly growing pile of homework on parchment.
"Just accept it. You have to do it anyway. Or you can come back after the break and let the professors take turns giving you detention," Albert put away the parchment, admitting that there was indeed quite a bit of holiday homework. Even he couldn't complete it all in a short time.
"Don't even mention it. You're a devil, seriously," Lee Jordan slumped back in his armchair.
Today, students from the third year and above had gone to Hogsmeade Village, or else they wouldn't have had the chance to comfortably use the common room.
"Albert!" George's voice trembled as he pointed to the front-page news of the Daily Prophet, urging them to look, "Look at this, quickly!"
"What's wrong?" Fred asked wearily, "What's the big news in the Daily Prophet?"
"Mirison Bagnold has decided to retire in February, and his successor has been confirmed to be Cornelius Fudge," George's breathing became rapid.
"Cornelius Fudge?" Fred repeated, pausing for a moment before his voice suddenly rose in excitement. "You mean... Cornelius Fudge?"
"What's wrong with Cornelius Fudge?" Lee Jordan looked at the twin brothers with confusion, then suddenly recalled something. "Wait a minute, Cornelius Fudge is..."
The three of them turned their heads simultaneously, casting eerie glances at Albert. When they saw the report, they suddenly remembered something—the encounter with Albert on the Hogwarts Express...
"I remember..." George spoke unclearly.
"...You bet 25 Galleons..." Fred continued the unfinished sentence.
"...That Cornelius Fudge would become the next Minister for Magic!" Lee Jordan's eyes widened gradually.
At that moment, the three of them opened their mouths wide, staring at Albert in shock.
"I do remember that." Albert nodded. "Back then, I even asked if you wanted to join the betting pool."
"My heart... it hurts." Fred placed a hand over his chest, his breathing becoming rapid. If only... if only he had watched the Galleons slip away from his hands, that feeling was truly awful, it was like a heartache...
"What were the odds for Cornelius Fudge?" Lee Jordan suddenly asked.
"I think it was 4 to 1."
"25 Galleons is... 100 Galleons!" Lee Jordan's breath grew heavier, like a panting old ox.
"100 Galleons." The twins' eyes became vacant as they murmured.
100 Galleons, this large sum of money was something they had never even considered.
"I told you, my luck usually isn't too bad." Albert winked at the three of them. "But did the Daily Prophet mention when they would pay?"
"Well... it shouldn't be too late. I think the betting activity should end when Cornelius Fudge announces his appointment as the next Minister for Magic. They should quickly calculate and reward the winners," Lee Jordan explained.
Albert nodded. He wouldn't have to worry about money for a while now.
To be honest, he didn't like asking his family for money to buy things. The feeling of asking someone for money wasn't pleasant..
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