Chapter 156 True Crow's Mouth

  Before Albert took the time to challenge the eagle ring riddle, the Easter holiday was over.

  After the holiday, the news of Professor Brod's resignation spread throughout Hogwarts in the blink of an eye. Everyone felt sorry for it. Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of the few subjects that could bring them fun. The humorous Professor Broad can always let everyone learn a lot of useful things.

   "Next semester, who will they arrange to teach?"

   "Who knows?" Lee Jordan stared at the almost finished Defense Against the Dark Arts thesis on the parchment, and said sullenly, "Are you still doing the homework for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

  Everyone knew that Professor Broad would resign early, but no one thought that he would resign so soon.

   "Do you know why Professor Broad resigned?" Angelina looked at Albert suspiciously and asked.

   "Professor Brod already mentioned this matter in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Albert said without raising his head, "It's just that the time is a little earlier."

   "Is there such a thing?" Lee Jordan muttered. He was trying to finish his dissertation, and he had forgotten what he covered in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

   "Yes, I remember it." Shanna nodded in agreement.

   "It is rumored that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed." Albert was checking his thesis and said while reading it.

   "I thought you would say that rumors are unreliable."

"If it wasn't for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changing every year, I wouldn't believe any rumors, but the professor of this subject has never been more than one year. The wizards who are professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts will always resign due to various troubles, some of which are seriously injured. Some even lost their lives because of it.”

   "Professor Broad's early resignation is a very wise choice." Albert continued: "At least, he can ensure his own safety and not spend his old age in the hospital."

   "Is it really that serious?" Angelina was a little unbelievable, she felt that Albert was deliberately exaggerating the so-called curse.

   "I suggest you look up the information yourself, which is much more credible than what I can say." Albert was sorting the parchment, and the library was about to close soon.

   "Professor Broad has resigned, so what should we do with our Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" When several people left the library, Lee Jordan asked with a frown, "Self-study?"

   "Someone will substitute for the class, or we can study by ourselves." Albert said without thinking, "If someone substitutes for the class, it will most likely be Snape."

"Oh no."

   "Of course, Snape also has his own class, so most likely it will be self-study." Albert continued.

   "Can't you finish the sentence at once?" Lee Jordan said angrily, many people don't like Snape's class, it's too depressing.

  After ten thirty in the evening, the Weasley twins dragged their exhausted bodies back to the dormitory.

  Filch deliberately did not finish the confinement at one time, but twice a week. The confinement of the two has lasted for nearly a month.

   Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain!

   Filch obviously knew this very well, and they tried to make the Weasley brothers gnash their teeth, but they didn't have a good way to deal with Filch.

   "I feel like my hand is about to break!" Fred sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his sore wrist.

   "What did Filch ask you to do again?" Li Qiaodan covered his yawn, and stuffed a spinach-flavored Bibi multi-flavored bean into his mouth.

   "Copy the mistakes of some students and their punishment." Fred said weakly.

"This kind of work is boring and meaningless." George looked extremely annoyed, "Filch must have done it on purpose. Every time I see his gloating face, I can't wait to smear **** on his face." face.

   "There's nothing to complain about, who told you to sneak into the woods!" Lee Jordan shrugged, "It's lucky that you didn't get fired."

   "Where's Albert? Has he gone to the kitchen?" George peeled a taffy for himself, feeling a little hungry.

   "No, I'm taking a shower."

   As soon as the voice fell, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Albert walked in in his pajamas.

   "It's back, what method did Filch come up with to torment you?" Albert was wiping the water stains on his hair with a towel.

   "It's too bad, Filch asked us to copy some records of former students' mistakes, my hand is about to break." Fred muttered.

   "Um, how many times is this?"

   "Oh, no, don't mention it, we are still friends." Fred suddenly felt like he was about to collapse.

   "Fifth time?" Lee Jordan guessed.

   "The sixth time," grunted George.

   "I want revenge on Filch!" Fred waved his fist and muttered, "Help us find a way!"

   "Throw a bunch of **** in his office?" Lee Jordan suggested, "to keep him from going in there."

   "We've run out of **** eggs!" Fred said sullenly, and he didn't think it was such a good idea.

   "I can subsidize you a pack of big dung bombs for free." Albert said suddenly, obviously he is also a master who does not take too much trouble.

   "I will also help you with a few dung bombs." Lee Jordan, who was watering the garlic, agreed.

   The twins hesitated.

   However, on the first weekend after Easter, Fred and George made a decision.

   The Quidditch match between the Gryffindor team and the Ravenclaw team that everyone is concerned about will be held on the first weekend after Easter.

  But on the weekend morning, Fred and George were told by Filch that they would be in confinement today, which directly made them miss the opportunity to watch the last important game of Gryffindor.

   "Filch must have done it on purpose, absolutely on purpose, he's taking revenge on us, in this way." Angrily, Fred tore the note into pieces.

  Filch's punishment was simply unbearable for the twins.

   "This trick is really perfect." Albert commented, "It seems that Filch really hates you two."

   "Hate?" Lee Jordan felt that Albert's wording was inappropriate. If it wasn't hate, how could he deliberately confine them during the Quidditch match? The punishment for confinement is to wash the chamber pot. "

   "The funding you mentioned last time, does it still count?" Fred gritted his teeth, and it seemed that he was ready to take revenge on Filch.

   "Forget it, of course!" Albert tilted his head and looked at Fred and George, reminding, "However, I suggest you do it the night before you leave school."

"I know."

   "After we finish watching, we will tell you about the game process." Lee Jordan comforted. However, the tone sounds a little gloating.

   "Maybe, after your confinement is over, the competition is not over yet!"

   "You should say that Gryffindor will defeat Ravenclaw and win this year's Quidditch Cup." Fred and George corrected in unison.

  (end of this chapter)