The Alchemist of Harry Potter

By the end of class, everyone was covered in mud, tired and looked like they had just done hard work. When they returned to the castle to take a shower, changed their robes, and then hurriedly rushed to the transformation class, the Gryffindor students were late collectively due to the rush of time.

Professor McGonagall's face was not good-looking. After listening to the explanation, his face improved, but he still deducted five points from the Gryffindor students.

In the transformation class, Professor McGonagall asked everyone to review the important knowledge points of last semester. They needed to turn a beetle into a button.

Compared to the exam that turned rats into ashtrays at the end of last semester, this is actually not too difficult. However, most of the students can't do it. Perhaps, after a summer vacation, this part of the knowledge will also go out together for the summer vacation, and it has not yet returned to their heads.

Lee Jordan’s beetle ran around the table and fell on the ground accidentally. It was squashed by Albert and had to ask for another one. Professor McGonagall was not very happy.

Albert became the most laid-back student on Transfiguration Curse again. He easily turned the beetle into an exquisite silver buckle, and Professor McGonagall gave him five points for this.

"I don't want you to return the knowledge you learned last semester just after the summer vacation." Professor McGonagall stared at Fred severely and warned: "Mr. Weasley, if you continue to torture That poor beetle, I will put you in confinement."

"Professor, we can't use magic during the summer vacation."

"I didn't expect you to come up with a better opinion, Miss Ford." Before Professor McGonagall's stern gaze swept over, the poor Gryffindor girl had closed her neck. "I hope you take the time to review it. So as not to keep up with the progress of the next course."

"You should be aware that metamorphosis is difficult. If you want to get good results in this area, you'd better work harder."

"Got it." Everyone said in unison.

As for how much they know, it is not known.

Before get out of class ended, Professor McGonagall stopped Albert and told him that there was a party in the Transfiguration Club at night.

Of course, as Albert expected, Katrina McDouger was also invited to the Transfiguration Club. This was one of the few students who were gifted in Transfiguration in the same class.

"If you don't know the specific location of classroom 21, you can ask Mr. Anderson." Professor McGonagall said to Katrina.

"Congratulations." Albert said to Katrina after Professor McGonagall left.

"Unexpectedly, isn't it?" Katrina raised her chin and asked, "I'm ready. When will you be free, continue our gambling appointment last semester."

"Don't you need to prepare again?"

"Don't you forget, or do you want to... behave?" Katrina looked at Albert with a scrutiny gaze, trying to make sure if Albert was playing with herself.

"Oh, of course not. It's just that I'm a bit busy lately, how about a weekend?" Albert said after a brief consideration, "I need to prepare. Ten questions are a bit difficult for me."

"Do you think I will believe it?" Katrina said in a weird tone. "It is rumored that Albert Anderson is a liar. Five of the ten sentences that he said are false, three are nonsense, and two. it is true."

"Who said that." Albert said dissatisfied, "I am obviously an honest man, but there are people who would call me a liar."

"Who knows." Katrina brought the subject back again and said to Albert, "Remember to be ready for ten gallons. Don't you say you don't have gallons then?"

"Don't worry, I must be richer than you." Albert smiled. "By the way, do you know where the Transformation Club meets?"

"know."

"Do you know the convention of the Transformation Club?" Albert said again.

"What convention?"

"Use the Transfiguration Curse to change yourself into a chair." Albert reminded kindly, "If you have time, remember to take time to practice. Don't change the chair at that time, but it will become a joke."

"It's very simple." Katrina couldn't help but raised her eyebrows, obviously not sure about it.

"That's it, if you don't understand, you can ask Isabel, she is also a member of the Transformation Club." Albert was about to leave after speaking.

"Of course I know that Isabel is still a member of the Curse Club." Katrina asked puzzledly. "By the way, Professor Flitwick didn't invite you to join his Curse Club?"

"Not yet."

"That's weird," Katrina muttered. In fact, Katrina has already received an invitation from Professor Flitwick.

To some extent, Katrina can be considered a genius, but it is only a weakened version of Isobel. This unfortunate sister still cannot escape the brilliance of the genius sister.

"Maybe..." Albert said suddenly, "...we haven't taken the spell class yet."

"You...huh, of course I know." Katrina snorted dissatisfiedly, turned and left.

Seeing Katrina's back, Albert couldn't help shaking his head, and immediately speeded up his steps, went to the auditorium to meet his roommates, and had lunch together.

When Albert entered the auditorium, Fred and George didn't know what they were discussing, and Lee Jordan handed over a piece of parchment.

"Give it to me?" Albert reached out and took the note Lee Jordan handed him, and asked suspiciously: "Who gave it to me."

"The other party said it was Principal Dumbledore." Lee Jordan was also curious about what the principal did to Albert's note.

"Principal?" Albert opened the note directly and glanced at the content on it.

Dear Albert:

I hope I can invite you to the principal’s office for an evening tea at seven o’clock tonight.

Your faithful

Albus Dumbledore

Also: I like mead.

"What is Dumbledore looking for?" Fred asked suspiciously.

"Drink tea." Albert handed the note to Fred.

"Drinking tea?" After the three of them leaned over to read it, they all looked dumbfounded. They didn't understand why the principal was asking Albert for tea?

"Weird?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"It doesn't seem strange to you." George said.

Last semester, Professor Browder often invited Albert to the office to have tea, play chess and chat.

"However, what's going on today? How come everything is put together." Albert can naturally guess what Dumbledore is asking for himself.

In other words, is Hurtock Duggworth going to get back the gold card from himself through Dumbledore?

Albert thought it was very interesting. He didn't think that Principal Dumbledore would let him hand over the gold card.

At least, Albert's first impression of Dumbledore was good.

"What about the Quidditch player selection?" Fred suddenly asked.

"I can only say sorry to Charlie." Albert looked helpless and depressed. "The Transfiguration Club is also gathering at this time. Why is everything crowded together."

"You have worked hard!" Lee Jordan looked at Albert sympathetically, and when he saw the other person getting up, he asked inexplicably, "What are you going to do?"

"Find someone to bring a message to Professor McGonagall." Albert said as he walked to Ravenclaw's table, came to Katrina, and told her about it.

Katrina looked at Albert with a weird look, and muttered: "You guy is really unreliable?"

"You are the first to say that I am unreliable." Albert said with a stall. "If you don't know where Classroom 21 is, I will take you there after lunch."

"Okay!" Katrina really didn't know. She said that she knew, which actually meant that Isobel knew, but she didn't refuse Albert to lead herself.

When Albert returned to the Gryffindor table, he saw Fred talking to Charlie about himself.

"Principal Dumbledore wants you to have tea?" Charlie asked about it with a messy expression.

"I'm sorry Charlie, I have too many things." Albert looked sorry, "I might also join Professor Flitwick's curse club, so I'm sorry about Quidditch, and I Think you are the Seeker for Gryffindor."

Charlie froze for a moment, barely squeezing out a smile, he understood Albert's implication, and sighed helplessly, "Well, I see, I will keep you the alternate seeker's position."

After speaking, Charlie patted Albert on the shoulder, turned and walked away.

"Unexpectedly, you refused." Lee Jordan looked at Albert in surprise. "I think you are a good fit for the seeker's position. You fly so well."

"It can only be said that there is no other way." Albert spread his hands helplessly. "Privileges will destroy the unity of the team."

"What if the meetings of the Charm Club and the Transformation Club overlap?" Fred asked curiously.

"I'm talking then." Albert is very interested in the Curse Club, because he also likes the magic of "saving trouble".

"That's right, you haven't joined the Curse Club anyway." George muttered, "By the way, there is such a club at Hogwarts?"

"Yes." Albert said, "Actually, Hogwarts also has a wizard card club."

"Why don't I know." Lee Jordan was stunned for a moment, but didn't react for a while.

"Stupid, there are only four of us." Fred couldn't help covering his face.

"I don't remember when I joined." Lee Jordan said.

"Don't you want to? Then forget it." Albert asked pretending to be astonished.

"Who said I don't want to, when did we start this club?" Lee Jordan muttered.

"Just now."

"just?"

"Yes, just now." Fred had an expression you didn't know.

"Just now." George nodded in agreement.

"What class do you have in the afternoon?" Lee Jordan quickly shifted the topic.

"Defense against the Dark Arts." George said immediately. "Don't change the subject."

"There is also a section on the history of magic," Fred added, "I hope the new professor is as interesting as Professor Broad from last semester.

"I remember fighting with Bogut?" Lee Jordan continued ~www.mtl.com~fighting, don't you think this word is used inappropriately? "Albert shook his head, "The best is to let us know how to drive Bogut away, not to be scared away or dizzy by it. "

"You must know how to deal with Bogut, right." George said suddenly.

"Yes, it's written in the book." Albert said honestly, "The spell is funny."

"Say, did you eat the entire "Dark Force: A Guide to Self-Defense" in your stomach?"

"You knew it." Albert looked at George in surprise.

"Dip some more sauce, right." Lee Jordan had an expression that I knew a long time ago.

"Don't grab my lines." Albert complained dissatisfiedly.

Several people couldn't help laughing after hearing this.