Hogwarts Reading Days

Dear Mr. Anderson:

By the time you received the letter, we had successfully surrounded Bagman and forced him to sign the magic contract you gave me.Everything is just as you guessed, Bagman doesn't care much about magical contracts.To be honest, I very much doubt that Bagman didn't believe in the contract, and never thought of giving us back the principal in the first place.

Still, I think Bagman will regret his decision.

I wish you a happy life!

Driss Jordan

After reading the contents of the letter, Albert lit the letter casually. Tom, squatting on the table and licking his hair, looked at the burning letter paper curiously, opened his mouth and yawned, and squatted down on Albert's pile. On the envelope, her chubby belly was exposed, and she didn't plan to move.

Seeing this scene, Lee Jordan asked with a smile, "Whose letter?"

Based on his understanding of Albert, the letters that were burned were usually more important and did not want people to see the content.

"Mr. Jordan's letter, they collectively went to Ludo Bagman to collect debts, but as expected, that guy doesn't have a Gallon now, and the two parties signed a contract after some negotiation."

"What contract."

Lee Jordan wanted to reach out and touch Tom's belly, but finally gave up.

"After Ludo Bagman receives his salary every month, he takes out 20 Galleons to pay off his debts. Ten years later, Ludo Bagman will not owe them Galleons anymore." Albert stretched out his hand and rubbed Tom's stomach, and pulled out a letter from under its ass.

"Ten years, I dare say this must be your idea, maybe Bagman called you a devil behind your back." Lee Jordan suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Bagman.

"Ludo Bagman is not a law-abiding person, he has been a cunning speculator from the beginning." Albert said while opening the envelope: "And, I bet that guy actually doesn't intend to pay back the money gone."

"Then why do you still do that?" Lee Jordan was even more puzzled, "Did you do something to the contract?"

"There are tracking charms on it, and curses."

"That guy is really unlucky."

"Ludo Bagman hated a lot of people. It's better to say that they went to collect debts than they went to trouble Ludo Bagman." Albert said with a smile, "As for those ten years The deadline for repaying the debt is not the point. The point is that as long as Bagman signs the contract, he will not be able to escape within ten years. If he really does not intend to repay the debt, he will disclose his whereabouts to the goblin and let the goblin trouble him. Can't make that guy too comfortable."

"Well, you're right." Lee Jordan didn't sympathize with Bagman, who had a nasty attitude.

Albert's eyes fell on Lee Jordan's back, and he asked suspiciously, "Are Fred and George going to the kitchen for supper?"

"They're busy making aging agents." Lee Jordan shrugged and explained, "Since you said you didn't have time to help, they still haven't given up."

"I remember that they don't seem to plan to participate in the selection of warriors?" Albert was a little puzzled, "Could it be that they want to make money from that thing?"

"Yeah, they do plan to sell the aging agent to the group of students who are trying to participate in the selection of warriors. After all, many students are only a few months away from adulthood." Lee Jordan looked at the pile of gift bags piled on the bed and said: "Your birthday presents this year are as amazing as ever. How many presents are there in total?"

"I haven't counted it. I think most of it should be books." Albert handed the Honesty Detector to Lee Jordan, and threw him a pair of dragon leather gloves.

"You guys are still very worried about these gifts!" Lee Jordan did not refuse. Helping Albert open gifts is one of the three favorite activities, and they all like the feeling of opening gifts.

"God knows if there will be any black magic or black magic items in it. It's always right to be careful. Who made me famous now? There are many people who don't like me." Albert didn't shy away from this, he was too famous It's not good either. Many pure-blood wizards don't like him. In addition, during the last World Cup, it was found that someone invaded their tents, so Albert had to be more vigilant, lest someone send him a strange message. birthday gift.

Because if it was Albert himself, he would be happy to give the other party a copy of "The Wizard's Sonnet", so that the other party can only speak in five-line doggerel in this life.

"By the way, do you know who the impartial referee who judges who is a warrior is?"

Lee Jordan began sorting gifts with the Honesty Detector, picking out gifts that were detected to have hidden spells or magical items.

"I heard it's a magic cup, it seems to be called the Goblet of Fire," Albert repeated as if to strengthen his tone, "Well, it should be called the Goblet of Fire."

"Goblet of Fire, what's that?" Lee Jordan also became interested. He never thought that Albert could even find out such news. He really deserves to be Albert, who has friends all over the European magic world.

"I don't know, there are rumors that when the first Triwizard Tournament was held 700 years ago, the principals of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang jointly made magic items, or paid someone to make them , it could be used to impartially select the champions of the Triwizard Tournament, which at the time was seen as an excellent way of forming friendships between young wizards from different nations."

"A magic cup," muttered Lee Jordan. "I suddenly don't think ageing pills are very reliable."

"The Sorting Hat at Hogwarts isn't just as magical." Albert took the letter from Lee Jordan, glanced at the sender, and found that it was a letter from Truman and a birthday present from him. A notebook that Ben bought from a Muggle supermarket.

"Then how did they use the Goblet of Fire to select warriors, and let the warriors touch the cup like the Sorting Hat?"

"We'll know when the time comes." Albert opened Truman's envelope and saw two pieces of letter paper inside, one of which wished him a happy birthday.Another parchment contains two recent events at the Ministry of Magic:

Bertha Jorkins disappeared while on vacation in Albania.

The other thing is that Bagman lost a lot of money and was blocked by creditors to ask for money.

"I found that people really like to give you books." Lee Jordan didn't know how many birthday presents he unwrapped, all of which were books, some of which were more valuable magazines.

"It's normal. I think books are very good. You don't have to worry about giving gifts, but sometimes you will receive duplicate books." Albert is very happy to receive books. They are simple and practical, even if they are not used. It can also be used to decorate bookshelves.

Especially the books sent to him by foreign friends can always bring different pleasures to Albert.

Lee Jordan stuffed the books one by one into Albert's small bookshelf, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "By the way, do you know how to make the antidote for the love potion?"

"Love potion?" Albert suddenly remembered that someone had taken the potion by mistake, and couldn't help joking: "Why, are you going to use the potion on Angelina?"

"Angelina? No, I have given up temporarily." Lee Jordan showed a helpless smile on his face: "She doesn't seem to have any feelings for me."

"Don't be discouraged, you can definitely find a more suitable one." Albert comforted.He knew that Lee Jordan had been flirting with Angelina for years, and she refused to date him.

"You're right." Lee Jordan cheered up and reminded: "Fred and George got the news from somewhere that there will be a Christmas ball in the Christmas school. You know, many girls want Be your dance partner, so they figured out a way."

"A love potion?"

"Yes, it is to sell the love potion to girls who want to be your dance partner, so you have to be careful in the future. It would be better if you can carry the antidote to the love potion with you."

"I've already found a dance partner in advance." Albert shrugged and said, "So, I'm afraid Fred and George will be in vain."

"Oh, you have already found a dance partner in advance? Who is it? Let me guess?" Lee Jordan seemed to be in a good mood all of a sudden. The girlfriend has already graduated from school, so you're bound to pick one of your acquaintances as a shield. Shanna? Or Granger?"

"No, keep it secret for now!"

"Impossible. With your personality, you will definitely find an acquaintance as a dance partner. You don't want to bring your girlfriend to the school for the dance, do you? It's a good idea." Lee Jordan noticed a letter from France on the table, Suddenly said: "Oh, by the way, I almost missed one, Katrina of Ravenclaw? You don't want to get all the McGonagall sisters, do you? Let me tell you, sisters It's not an easy task, even you have to be careful."

"Can't you just say something human?"

"Or, are there any acquaintances of yours among the students from other schools who came to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? For example, that beautiful lady named Louise Delacour?" Lee Jordan teased and handed the envelope on the table to Ai Bert, they all know that Albert has a very beautiful female pen pal in France.

"Go ahead and unpack your packages!" Albert said, taking the letter.

"I got it right." Lee Jordan patted Albert on the shoulder, and reminded him earnestly: "If you are too hardworking, be careful not to be abandoned by the girls."

"Find a girlfriend first and then talk about me." Albert glanced at the letter in his hand. Since they met Louise in France and mentioned to each other that they were engaged to Isobel, the two letters Contact becomes less.

"You guys are really enviable and jealous." Lee Jordan curled his lips, put on dragon leather gloves, and began to unwrap the packages with magical reactions.

Albert unfolded the letter, read the contents of the letter, and his expression suddenly became very strange, because he found that Louise mentioned his cousin Fleur in the letter, saying that she might become a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, and hoped that Albert could help take care of her , and mentioned that he planned to open a witch beauty shop with the help of new friends from the United States.

Albert thinks that Louise's new friends may be Catherine and Valeria.

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling that maybe the beauty potion would become a big trouble in the future.

"Woman, she is really a trouble, and you can't provoke it at will."

Albert suddenly felt his knees sink, and then a furry head stuck out. Tom seemed to be curious about what Albert was looking at, so he jumped on his knees, and poked the edge of the table with his front paws. The head wants to read the letter paper.

"What a clingy little guy." Albert smiled and rubbed Tom's head, then picked him up and put him on the ground.

At the same time, Crouch's house, which is far away from Hogwarts, also welcomed an owl.Since old Crouch was controlled by Voldemort's Imperius Curse, basically no one would come to his house, and many tasks were assigned to the hard-working assistant "Wetherby" to help.

Old Crouch took the envelope out of the mailbox and handed it to Peter Pettigrew who stood aside. The latter took the letter, opened it, glanced at the junk information in the letter, raised his wand and tapped it lightly, the original letters Instantly reordered and turned into a complete letter.

Peter took the letter to the hall, ready to hand it to Voldemort who was resting.

"Master, there's a letter from Little Crouch." Peter respectfully handed the letter to Voldemort. Since Little Barty came back, his attitude towards Voldemort has become more respectful, because Peter has realized that his previous thoughts were too naive. , the Dark Lord doesn't necessarily need him anymore.

Voldemort, who was resting and recovering, opened his eyes and asked, "What's going on?"

"Little Crouch seems to be in trouble?" Peter quickly glanced at the contents of the letter, "That Mudblood is more trouble than imagined."

"Give me the letter." Voldemort said sternly, he would never allow the plan to fail.

Peter respectfully handed the letter to Voldemort, who quickly read the letter from Barty Jr. and said to Peter, "He needs your help with that Mudblood."

"Master, it's not easy to kill that mudblood under Dumbledore's nose, and it may also arouse Dumbledore's vigilance." Peter frowned, clearly disapproving of Little Crouch's bad idea.

"Kill him? Of course not, at least not now." Voldemort glanced at Wormtail, and said flatly: "Little Barty has a high opinion of that Mudblood, and he thinks that other warriors cannot be his opponents, so That Mudblood must not be made a champion."

Although there is no clue, Barty Jr. mentioned in the letter that Dumbledore seems to be secretly paying attention to him, so he needs help to deal with the mudblood's problem, so that he cannot participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

"Look for yourself!" Voldemort handed the letter to Peter, which contained a rough plan for Barty Jr. to deal with Albert. In Voldemort's view, the plan was rough, but he knew how to make the plan more perfect. It made Dumbledore feel that it was just an accident that the mudblood missed the selection of the warrior.

Peter took the letter paper and turned to the second page. After carefully reading the plan made by Little Barty, he was stunned by the other party's thoughts.

"It's still like this?" Peter murmured, "Would it be too cheap for him?"