Hogwarts Reading Days

"What the hell, there's a cold fog all over the UK right now... It's not normal, it feels like something is going on that we don't know about."

At this moment, a truck full of cement is driving cautiously on the road covered in thick fog. The middle-aged truck driver is staring at the road ahead, but he is chatting with the middle-aged man who is accompanying him. The man said, "Since July, all kinds of strange things have happened frequently all over the UK, it seems..."

"Those oddities are indeed odd!"

The middle-aged man looked at the thick fog ahead and frowned, and interrupted the truck driver directly, "The fog will be too thick, should we find a place to wait for the fog to clear before we go on the road."

"you're right!"

The middle-aged truck driver hesitated for a moment, but was finally persuaded by the people next to him. After all, his own life is his own. Driving in this dense fog is indeed prone to accidents.

"you……"

After the middle-aged truck driver found a place to stop the truck, before he could say anything, he suddenly fainted in the driver's seat.

The middle-aged man in the co-pilot put down his arm, stretched out his hand to open the truck door, jumped off the truck, walked around to the side of the bucket where the cement was stored behind the truck, took out a "small wooden stick" from the bag, and swiped around the truck , after releasing an enchantment that expelled Muggles, mist was sprayed from the tip of the wand, making the surrounding mist thicker, completely covering people's sight.

With the cover of dense fog, the middle-aged man took out a suitcase from his bag, opened it and put it on the ground, raised the "little wooden stick" and waved it at the cement on the truck body, and the neatly stacked bags of cement looked like As if he had grown legs, he jumped off the truck and put them into the seemingly bottomless suitcase one by one. A large truck of cement was emptied in the blink of an eye.

"Next..."

The middle-aged man mumbled and closed the suitcase, walked to the driver's seat of the truck, and held up a "little wooden stick" to tamper with part of the truck driver's memory.

The lucky guy will soon wake up confident that he has delivered the goods to their destination.

As for the pound sterling for the purchase of cement, of course it has been paid, but the price is a little lower, and it is pushed down to close to the cost price.

After doing all this, the middle-aged man lifted the spell around him, and disappeared out of thin air carrying a suitcase full of a truck full of cement.

After regaining his sight, the middle-aged man was standing by an abandoned village.He held the suitcase in one hand and the wand in the other, and first flicked the wand on his cheek.The face of the middle-aged man began to squirm, and was soon replaced by a young face, and his body shape also changed. The clothes that were originally just right became loose, and after being tapped lightly by the magic wand, they changed into casual autumn clothes that fit well again. up.

Even if he didn't use the compound potion, Albert could still easily disguise his appearance through Transfiguration. As long as he didn't meet a powerful wizard, he wouldn't be easily spotted.

In fact, the vast majority of wizards don't understand such profound things as "magic traces" at all.

Albert raised his feet to a dilapidated house on the edge of the deserted village, murmured something, raised his wand and flicked it lightly, as if removing a layer of tulle covering his true face, he went straight in, and his whole body was gone. The deserted village disappeared.

"I guess it must be you!"

After seeing that it was Albert, Fred appeared out of nowhere, obviously using the Disillusionment Charm just now to hide his whereabouts.

"Well, it's always right to be careful, the protective magic on the periphery is not reliable."

Albert looked sideways at where George and Lee Jordan were hiding.

"I really can't hide anything from you. I've always been curious about how you could see through the Disillusionment Curse?" George asked his doubts, appeared with Lee Jordan, and greeted Albert with a smile.

"It seems that you have already got everything."

"Well, it took me a lot of time and pounds to get those building materials."

Albert put the suitcase on the ground, waved his wand again, and summoned several suitcases of the same style out of thin air amidst a crackling sound, each containing steel bars, sand and gravel.

"Actually, I still don't quite understand. What are you doing with these things?" Lee Jordan really didn't understand why Albert was messing with these things.

"We will continue to build several hidden safe houses in the future. Although we can also use the abandoned facilities of Muggles as temporary bases, we must tidy up a little before we can live there temporarily." Albert made an excuse casually.

If it weren't for the consideration of turning this place into a wizard village in the future, Albert would never have put the secret meeting place here, let alone spent a lot of time getting these building materials to prepare for a big fight.

The three looked at each other and shrugged helplessly. They believed that there must be some reason for Albert to do so.

As for the reason, Albert didn't say, so they didn't ask.

"Where's Shanna?" Albert changed the subject.

"Sanna is helping you sort out the information." Lee Jordan seemed to think of something, and said softly, "We also want to read the new version of "Guide to Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"The things taught in the "Self-Defense Guide" are the basics, and at most you can protect yourself." Fred added, "I always feel more and more insecure now."

"It's useless even if there are too many, the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow it." When Albert wrote the "Guidelines for Self-Defense", it wasn't that he was thinking about it. Many things were actually stuck in the tolerance of the Ministry of Magic. to retain most of it.

"Will a new book be published?" George asked suddenly.

"Probably not. I don't think the Ministry of Magic will allow it. Even if it is published, it will probably be changed beyond recognition." Albert didn't care about it.

"The more I open it, the more I look forward to your new book."

George suddenly felt a little hopeful. The books that could be allowed to be published were actually the same, and they must be restricted by the Ministry of Magic.

"There is nothing to look forward to. Your current level of defense against black arts is already higher than most people. As long as you are careful, you will basically have no problems."

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan's Defense Against the Dark Arts was taught by Albert, and the three of them would not be at a disadvantage when dealing with dark wizards. At worst, they could take Felicia to explode their seeds.

"We'll be embarrassed if you say that." Fred pretended to be embarrassed.

"Okay, first take me to see your achievements in recent days." Albert interrupted the chat and walked towards the newly repaired house.

The entrance to the secret base is hidden under the blanket by the fireplace in the living room. After opening the hidden trapdoor, a secret stair passage that can accommodate one person appears in front of four people.

"The air below is not good, it's better to use the bubble head spell." George reminded.

After the four of them put the funny cannonball curse on themselves, they walked along the stairs into the passage.

The stairs sloped downwards, about ten meters below the ground. The space inside was very narrow, and the surrounding walls were as smooth as if they had been cut by a sharp knife.

Below the stairs is the front hall, which can barely accommodate four people. After entering, there are two tunnels on the left and right. There are several narrow rooms that can barely accommodate two people. breathe.

"It's too depressing inside. I doubt that we will all have to bear the bubble head curse in the future, otherwise we will be suffocated to death." Li Qiaodan didn't like the crowded environment inside and couldn't help complaining.

"You don't need to worry about this, it will be fine after a little modification." Albert comforted, he is still very experienced in how to transform this place.

"Well, we still need a hidden exit, so as not to be blocked by people." Albert returned to the ground and said to the three, "I remember that there is a steep slope to the west, which is very suitable for a hidden exit .

"Like Hogwarts?" Fred asked curiously.

"You can think of it that way." Albert did borrow Hogwarts' way of hiding.

"If that's the case, no one will be able to find out the exact location!" George joked with a smile, "Those who didn't know thought you were planning to learn the secret ways of Hogwarts."

"It's not bad if it's possible, but it's a pity I don't have so much energy to do these things." Albert handed the map to George, "Also, we only need a rough base at the moment. Complete."

"It always feels like you want to get other people to help." Fred couldn't help complaining.

"By the way, Kingsley told me that Kenneth was being targeted." George changed the subject, feeling that if he followed Albert's words, he might have a lot of work to do.

"That guy should be all right!" Albert asked.

"It's okay, Kingsley rescued him in time, but that guy seems to be very resentful towards us."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Someone has to go to the front desk to attract fire." Albert said heartlessly, "However, if you act as a bait a few more times, no one will follow him."

If it weren't for his father's messy affairs, Albert wouldn't bother Kenneth. After all, the two parties still have a little friendship, but Kenneth has to pay a price if he wants to join now, otherwise they might be given to him because of something. sold.

The expressions on the faces of the three were quite wonderful, and they mourned for Kenneth for three seconds in their hearts.

"And about you, I've already told Bill where you plan to meet." George said another thing.

"Find a Muggle cafe and ask him to use the compound potion. I will give you the address then. Hmm..." Albert paused, as if thinking of something, and suddenly said, "Actually, it is entirely possible for the Ministry of Magic to Pretend to be me to meet with Kenneth, come to a fishing law enforcement, maybe you can really catch a few fish."

"Don't bother him." Lee Jordan said with a wry smile.

"The Ministry of Magic can pretend!" Albert nodded vigorously. "It doesn't matter if it's all fake, anyway, as long as the Death Eaters mistakenly think they found our hiding place."

"This method is really hard to guard against."

George felt that it was bad luck for the Death Eaters to target Albert, and the Ministry of Magic would definitely be willing to spend time setting up this trap, which was more reliable than searching for Death Eaters everywhere.

"If they want to kill me in the future, they have to consider whether the target is a real person." Albert thinks this idea is really good. Let the Death Eaters hold back a few times, and those people will not want to find him all day long trouble.

"You are the only one with bad water."

"Okay, we'd better get this done quickly." Albert walked outside.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan saw Albert conjure a crucible out of thin air, and then put the cement, water, river sand and gravel in the suitcase into the small crucible according to a certain proportion, and then used the magic wand With a light touch, the several things inside quickly spun and stirred.

"Are all Muggle buildings made like this?" George glanced into the cauldron, and there was indeed a traceless stretching spell cast into it.

"It's not all, but it's stronger this way. Don't forget, we're going to stay underground next, so it's good to make it stronger. If we practiced the spell that day and blew up the base, we might be buried alive "Albert was chatting with the three, while waving his wand, conjuring a pile of wooden boards out of thin air, they were glued together by the glue spell, and quickly formed the model Albert needed.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, and Albert just moved the wand on his hand and completed it with ease.

Then, let those steel bars be tightly connected together, put them on the grinding tool, pour the mixed cement into it, and after it is tightly combined with the steel bars, smooth the surface again, and use the spell to directly evaporate the water on the cement A wall is easily completed like this.

"It looks pretty good."

"Is this a wall?"

Albert's approach obviously subverted the cognition of the three of them.

"Yes, with four walls and a cement cover, wouldn't it become a house?"

"Are you sure it's a house? And what about this thing..." Li Qiaodan didn't know how to complain.

"Use the shrinking spell to move in. You should use the spell you learned in school."

Albert waved his wand, demoulded the concrete wall, and moved it aside. If an ordinary wizard wanted to shrink the wall, it would take several people to chant spells together, but Albert did not have this problem.

Next, in less than a quarter of an hour, a cement box was formed. Although it looked like a simple wooden box with tenon-and-mortise structure without nails, it was undoubtedly quite strong.

"Are all Muggle houses made like this?" The three of them stared dumbfounded at the "house" made by Albert.

"Almost, they usually use cement to pour the structure of the house. I am using magic to be lazy. Although it is indeed ugly, this thing is definitely strong." Albert is quite satisfied with his results, "Next, you need Widen the space inside, I'll shrink this thing in and fill in the gaps.

Albert had thought about it a long time ago, and he planned to use this kind of cement board similar to building blocks to piece together the underground base.

Thick reinforced concrete with mortise and tenon structure, plus permanent adhesive spell can ensure that there will be no hidden dangers in the secret base.

After all, the space inside is expanded using the No Trace Stretch Mantra, so there is no need to worry about collapsing due to the heavy pressure.