Chapter 110: Was That Really an Accident?
Chapter 110: Was That Really an Accident?
"Do you know that person who just left?" George asked in a low voice, craning his neck to look at Field's departing figure.
Without lifting his head from his work, Albert replied, "A friend I met at the Transfiguration Club. Field is quite talented in Transfiguration; they say they've even published an article in 'Modern Transfiguration.' I assume they'll pursue a career in that field after graduation."
In reality, students who were selected by Professor McGonagall to join the Transfiguration Club often published articles in 'Modern Transfiguration.' The magazine dedicated several pages specifically for exceptionally skilled Hogwarts students of Transfiguration.
"Do you know what kind of jobs those proficient in Transfiguration tend to take on after graduation? Transfiguration professors, perhaps?" Lee Jordan suddenly interjected.
"No idea," came the reply.
"Well, typically, ladies don't work for too long after graduating because they need to take care of their families," Fred whispered. "That's the norm, although there are exceptions."
"Is that so?" Albert blinked, not very knowledgeable about the wizarding world's customs.
However, there was one thing he was certain of: being a full-time mother in Britain was considered a profession, and its status far surpassed that of his previous life.
"Yes," George nodded in agreement, his family being a case in point.
"That's the case with my family, too," murmured Shana. "What about yours?"
"They're lawyers," Albert answered.
"Who takes care of you, then?" Shana asked curiously, having finished her homework as well.
Whenever they had homework that required research, they would go to the library together to find the necessary information, sharing their findings with each other.
As for writing their essays, that was an individual task. Usually, they were able to finish their homework quickly since they didn't have to spend a lot of time searching for resources.
This tradition had been started by Albert, who found it efficient and enjoyable, and the others seemed to like it too, as it created a pleasant atmosphere for doing homework.
"I can take care of myself," Albert said matter-of-factly.
The others looked at him in surprise, but then recalled his independent nature. Indeed, he didn't seem like the type who needed others to look after him.
Shana paused, then changed the subject, pointing at the symbol of good luck on the parchment. "Do these things really work, or did you just scribble them randomly?"
"This is 'gibu auja' in Runic," Albert whispered, explaining, "It means 'good luck.' Ancient wizards would make amulets or 'lucky stones' with this symbol to bring themselves good fortune."
"I think you're already lucky enough," Shana muttered.
"I agree," Fred mumbled.
"Do these things really work?" Shana asked, recalling that the older student had shown great interest in these symbols and seemed to know something about them.
"I'm not sure," Albert said. "Why don't you try it yourself?"
"How?" Shana asked.
"Carve this symbol into a stone or a tree," Albert explained, winking at her. "After carving, you need to drip your blood onto the incision to activate it. If it works, let me know. Then I can sell various amulets at Hogwarts and make a fortune."
"Count me in," George immediately said.
Hearing this, the others rolled their eyes.
In truth, they knew that Albert was mostly joking, and no one could be sure if the pile of symbols on the parchment had any effect.
"You haven't tried it yourself?" Fred asked, his face showing his surprise.
"It's still under research," Albert replied.
In fact, Albert was indeed still researching, but his words sounded more like an excuse.
"So, you plan to carve the symbol onto an amulet?" George asked, remembering the cross Albert had made, which had originally been an amulet.
"No, I'll design a new one," Albert shook his head. He knew that George and the others didn't believe in these things, but he didn't mind their skepticism. If not for a vague intuition, he wouldn't believe it himself.
Although Albert could read and write ancient magical scripts, he had to figure out how to apply them and uncover the secrets of the Runic language on his own.
For now, the only thing Albert could do was to record his research process on parchment, which gave him a sense of studying magic.
In the future, if he succeeded, he could turn these parchments into a book: "Behold, the handwritten notes left by Wizard XX, the legendary wizard's notebook, and so on. It would be quite interesting."
One day, some Hogwarts student might unravel the mysteries Albert left behind, finding the "treasure" he hid within the school. That would be quite fascinating.
Perhaps, with these notes, he could even compile a book about ancient magical scripts, which might become a textbook for a future ancient magical script class at Hogwarts.
Yes, that idea seemed promising.
Just as this thought crossed Albert's mind, the panel task gave another response.
Magical Script Expert.
You have surpassed most people in the field of magical scripts. To further establish your authority, write a book related to ancient magical scripts and have it become a textbook for the Hogwarts ancient magical script class.
Reward: 10,000 experience, 1 skill point, title: Magical Script Expert, Wizarding World Reputation +300.
After reading the panel task, Albert was stunned. He wondered if his desire to become an expert in a particular field would trigger a corresponding task.
With this suspicion, Albert immediately tested his theory, but to his slight disappointment, no other panel tasks appeared as he had hoped.
Although he might not be able to complete it, the appearance of the task represented a possibility. Even if he couldn't do it now, he might be able to in the future. Who knew what the future held?
"What are you thinking about? Come on," Fred stopped and called out to Albert, who was trailing behind.
"Nothing, I was just thinking that I should get some rest early today," Albert suddenly said. "After all, if I have to get up early tonight..."
He paused, noticing Fred's subtle movement, and before he could look in the direction Fred was indicating, a strange voice sounded in his ear, "Why do you need to get up early tonight? What are you up to?"
Filch stood not far away, having apparently overheard Albert's comment and interpreted it as a provocation. He strode towards them, fixing Albert with a stern gaze. "I'd better not catch you lot wandering around in the middle of the night..."
"Ahem..." Albert looked at the others helplessly and rolled his eyes.
"What a coincidence," Albert muttered after Filch had left.
"Filch definitely thought you were teasing him," Fred struggled to hold back his laughter. Indeed, it had been quite a coincidence that Filch had suddenly appeared just as they were about to turn the corner.
"You know it was just a little accident," Albert said innocently, indicating that he had no intention of teasing Filch.
"We know," the three replied in unison.
(End of Chapter)
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