abnormal hogwarts

Earlier, in the kitchen directly below the auditorium.

Albert was squatting in a corner, and in front of them was a crucible in which some red suspicious objects were being boiled.

"What we have to do now is to refine and concentrate the active ingredients of this bag of devil peppers." Albert explained to the two people who were also squatting next to him.

In order to avoid being irritated by the pungent smell of the devil pepper while cooking, the three of them put on protective clothing and gas masks created by the transformation technique.

From a distance, the scene looked like a few biochemical infantry preparing for war.

Didn’t you see that none of the house elves in the kitchen dared to come within ten meters of them?

Purification and concentration is a method of processing potion materials that has long been taught in potions class. No matter how bad the potion master is, this basic processing technique can be mastered by even a poor student like Neville Longbottom.

"Okay, okay, this concentration is enough." Fred's voice was a little dull behind the gas mask.

Albert looked at the little soup left in the pot and said angrily: "No, condense it a little more."

"Evo, you are so heartbroken..." Before George could finish his words, he felt Albert's cold gaze through the glass of two layers of goggles.

George said instantly: "I mean, great job!"

Seeing that there was not much liquid left in the crucible, Albert extinguished the flame with great satisfaction.

He carefully gathered the liquid extracted from the devil pepper into a water ball and floated it in the air.

Albert raised his wand high to maintain the floating spell.

"George, do me a favor, use magic to get some water and wrap it up. Be careful not to let the two liquids come into contact."

"Okay, what's next?"

Albert turned to look at Fred: "Freeze the water."

An ice ball with a smooth surface floated in front of the three people, and the light reflected on the ice ball reflected a charming light.

"I can finally take off these clothes, I'm so hot!" Albert let out a long breath.

George picked up the ice ball with a strange red color inside. As a prank genius, he immediately saw what Albert wanted to do.

But that can't be said, there are so many house elves in the kitchen.

"Kerr!" Albert called the house elf closest to them.

"Oh! Chef! And two Mr. Weasleys! Kerr will be happy to serve you!"

"Professor Frey likes spicy food,"

Avoiding Kerr's sight, Albert put the ice ball into one of the copper hot pots and lied without changing his expression.

"I put more chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns in this pot. You can deliver this pot to Professor Frey when the time comes. Remember, don't send it to the wrong one."

"Yes! Chef! Kerr will definitely complete the task beautifully!"

-

Professor Frey had a great time eating in the auditorium.

He has never tasted such delicious food as hot pot.

But while he was happily eating hot pot, the ice balls in the pot were melting little by little.

When the wall of the ice ball finally melted through, the devil's pepper water inside suddenly entered the hot pot soup.

Guessing that time was almost up, the mischievous trio who were paying close attention to the movements at the teacher's desk watched Professor Fry pick up a piece of meat and rinse it in the pot, and then watched him put the meat into his mouth...

Hiss~ Albert at the Slytherin table felt pain for him just looking at him.

……

(?Pan?)!

Good guy!Professor Snape actually pinched Professor Frey's chin! ?

Where is my camera?

Without a camera, Albert suddenly thought that he could still draw him!

It was not once or twice that he painted portraits of criminal suspects in his previous life. As a former agent of the Divine Spear Bureau, he was proficient in chess, calligraphy, painting, swords, guns, swords, axes, axes, hooks and forks in his previous life.

Not to mention cold weapons, ranging from various firearms to tanks, aircraft carriers and fighter jets.

Professor Frey just waits for his notebooks to fly all over the sky!

……

I finished my dinner slowly and left the cafeteria with a step of disowning my relatives.

In the corridor on the first floor, Albert saw Professor Frey outside the bathroom door, holding on to the wall with one hand and covering a local area with the other, limping towards the stairs.

When a person eats a lot of chili peppers and suddenly... what...

That feeling was terrifying for Professor Frey just thinking about it.

Hot pot and ice water, alternating hot and cold, plus Professor Snape's potion, the three mixed together magically produced a powerful laxative effect, which was an unexpected surprise.

You can't let Professor Frey catch you if you slip away.

Although Professor Frey knew without even thinking that the person who could do such a thing must be Albert, the unscrupulous guy, but as long as there was no evidence, he couldn't do anything to Albert.

Even if there was evidence, it was impossible to go to Dumbledore or Snape to explain the situation and ask him to punish Albert.What's the difference between that and a child who goes home crying to his mother after being bullied?

Fight back with a prank?Whether Professor Frey can defeat the Prankster Five headed by Albert in this regard is debatable.

Points deducted?Do you think Albert cares about this?

Making things difficult in class, well, this seems to be really okay.

The smile reappeared on Professor Frey's face, but the next second, waves of burning sensations came from the local area, making the smile disappear on his face.

"Damn Albert! Damn hot pot! Even if I, Emerson, starve to death, die outside, jump from the eighth floor of the castle, I won't eat any more of your food!"

-

Monday morning, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Professor Frey on the podium smiled ferociously.

"This class is still a practical class, but it is slightly different from the past. In this class, I will randomly select a student to test how well he has learned Defense Against Dark Arts. Mr. Stork, can you please come forward? "

Albert shrugged. He expected that Professor Frey would definitely come up with some tricks to fight back. Alas, when will the injustice be repaid?

"You can use any spell, and I will try my best not to hurt you." Professor Frey's smile was a little sick, "Now! Bow! Listen to my countdown! Three, two..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!" Sparks burst out from the muzzle, the bullet screamed and cut through the air, and a revolver appeared in Albert's right hand at some point.

A shield formed by armor appeared in front of Professor Frey, blocking the incoming bullets. "I knew you would do something like this! Now! It's my turn to fight back!"

He waved his wand somewhat crazily, and lights of different colors continued to shoot out from the tip of the wand in his hand.

"Armor protection!"

Albert held the cane in his left hand and with some difficulty raised the defensive shield in front of him. He took out a military green, round thing from his arms with his right hand.

"Everyone step back!"

He bit the ring on the grenade, pulled it with his right hand, and threw it forward.

"Boom!" The curse that hit the protective shield in front of Albert came to an abrupt end.

Professor Frey's figure appeared in the firelight.

"Super armor body protection!"

An all-round defensive shield with no blind spots blocks the damage caused by fragmentation grenades.

The curse came again, but this time, Albert's armor protection could no longer buy him any time.

The defensive shield was broken instantly, and the wand in Albert's hand fell out of his hand and fell into the hands of Professor Frey.

As if unable to hold back, several subsequent spells hit Albert who fell to the ground.

The bruised and swollen Albert seemed to be tied up by invisible ropes and hung upside down in the air.

The classroom was in a mess, and the little wizards who had retreated to the classroom door stared dumbly at the battle between Albert and Professor Frey.

Where have they ever seen such a fierce battle, and one of the fighting parties is a young wizard of the same age as them? Is this the strength that people of the same age should have?

Professor Frey walked up to Albert who was hanging upside down with a faint smile, and threw the wand he captured in his hand, "It seems that I won."

"Are you sure, Professor?" Albert pulled out the revolver from his waist and fired the last bullet left in the gun at Professor Frey.

As expected, the bullet was blocked by Professor Frey.It's just that the last bullet successfully made him take a step back.

"Click." There was a hard touch on the sole of his foot, and Professor Frey couldn't help but lift his foot to check the condition of his sole.

The moment he raised his feet, a premonition of danger appeared in his mind. The fighting instinct he had developed over the years allowed him to cast an armor protection in the lightning.

Albert, who was still hanging upside down in the air, showed a bright smile to Professor Frey at the moment he raised his feet: "Surprise! Damn Fakeer!"

"Boom!" The violent explosion he imagined did not appear, only a strong shock wave accompanied by a loud sound blew Professor Frey away.

The spell that bound Albert was automatically lifted the moment Professor Frey flew out.Albert stood up with some difficulty, the shock wave just now made him dizzy.

This caused him to fail to control his body shape during the fall, and his butt hit the hard floor hard, causing Albert to grin in pain.

The landmine just now was a semi-finished product that Albert made casually when he was learning alchemy. It had no additional effects except sending out shock waves.

From the battle just now, it can be seen that the thermal weapons in the Muggle world are of little use to wizards, mainly those wizards who are good at fighting.

When Albert made this mine, he didn't expect it to be the key to victory. It just wanted to slightly disturb the opponent with its shock wave.

However, this thing still needs to be further improved and strengthened. Professor Frey, who was closer to it, was not so affected. On the contrary, Albert, who was hanging upside down in the air, was severely shaken.

When Albert staggered to pick up his wand, Professor Frey had already climbed up from the ground and resumed his fighting posture.

Seeing that Professor Frey was pointing his wand at him, Albert raised his hands and performed a French military salute. Even so, he still did not forget the strange feeling: "You didn't expect it? Hehehehe! You can't let down your guard at any time. ,professor."

The bruised nose and swollen face did not affect Albert's aura of being beaten from the inside out.

This made Professor Frey, the victor, feel no joy of victory. Instead, he clenched his hands tightly and couldn't help but want to punch Albert's bruised face a few times.

"Disrespecting Professor! Twenty points from Slytherin!"