The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The good weather in September did not last long. Half a month after I came to Hogwarts, the sky finally started to rain again, and it has not stopped since the morning.

However, for Albert, who is nestled in the castle, rain is nothing, he won't get caught anyway.

At this moment, Albert was sitting comfortably by the window, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, drinking freshly brewed milk tea while writing to an old friend.

Tom was lying next to him, his eyes fixed on the owner who wrote the letter, his eyes would occasionally drift towards the cup of milk tea, his paws were a little itchy, but he didn't make any action in the end.

Since the last time he stupidly stuck his paw into the cup and Albert caught the dried fish that had been detained for several days, Tom never touched the teacup again.

Albert glanced at his cat, then withdrew his gaze and fell back on the letter. This was a letter to Adolphe Fournier. The Frenchman's contact with Albert faded.

A while ago, Albert had already obtained the technology to manufacture double-sided mirrors, and pointed out the panel skills. Then, based on the knowledge of the double-sided mirror theory of the panel skills, he revealed some technology to Mr. Adolf Fornier.

Ok!

In fact, he slapped the Frenchman several times with facts and technical knowledge, and made this Mr. Fornière lick his face again, enthusiastically and actively contact Albert.

Of course, in order to be able to obtain the technology to restore the double-sided mirror, Mr. Fournier does not even need to have his own skin. He is really not a normal enthusiasm now. He writes letters to Albert every few days, and also loses the owl. It's not the same one, or else you'll be exhausted on the way.

After all, there is still a distance between France and Britain.

Neither party is at ease.

Albert's goal is the technology in the hands of the Frenchman. Adolf Fournier has a good knowledge of alchemy and has invented many good things, such as memory balls.

The memory ball is a kind of enchanted glass ball. It seems to be filled with white smoke. It is similar to a crystal ball for divination. When you hold it in your hand, if it turns red, you forget something.

Of course, to put it bluntly, the memory ball is a kind of enchanted toy, which generally only lasts for about half a year. Albert used similar methods to invent himself an intrusion alarm.

Well, it's actually using an invasion spell on an object. When you put it in your pocket, as soon as a wizard approaches it, it will start to get hot.

However, the siren has a worse problem. As long as there are wizards other than yourself, they will immediately sound the alarm.

It's a half-waste thing, but there is indeed a skill called Siren in the panel. He thinks this skill should be very useful. The problem is that it takes experience to get the skill up, and when making it, wizards also have requirements for the mastery of the invasion spell. .

In the letter, Albert discussed the idea of ​​the magic lamp with Mr. Adolf Fournier.

This task has been on the panel for a long time. If he wants to complete the task, at least he must first have a direction. As an expert in this field, Mr. Adolf Fournier may be able to help him.

As for the technology of the double-sided mirror, Albert doesn't mind giving it to the other party. Whether Mr. Adolf Fournier can replicate the double-sided mirror of Blair Bosdor, he does not care at all. Anyway, he only needs to add the skill level. You can come up with better technology.

Let's squeeze the value of Mr. Adolf Fournier first.

Of course, this can be regarded as mutual benefit to some extent.

Suddenly there was a commotion nearby. Tom turned his head and looked around. Two girls were whispering nearby and giggling giggles.

"You go!"

"No, you go!"

"Okay, let me go!"

A little girl plucked up courage and came over. She had brown eyes and long blonde hair.

"What's matter?"

Albert finished drinking the black tea, stuffed the letter paper into the envelope, turned his head and looked at the two little girls pushing.

"They said you can divination?" said one of the girls.

"Divination?" Albert put down his teacup and said softly, "I did learn a little about divination in the divination class. However, the rumors in the school are unbelievable."

"Can you……"

"Can you fortune telling?" Albert finished speaking for the other party.

The two little girls nodded like chicks.

"I know it's a lie, why do you need divination?" Albert asked with a smile.

The two did not answer, and Albert stopped delving into this topic anymore. He thought for a while and said: "Don't take an example, who will start?"

"me!"

"What's your name?" Albert confirmed.

"Lavender Brown," the girl said nervously.

"Well, Miss Lavender Brown, remember your prediction." Albert was silent for a long time and said in a vague voice: "You will have a romantic story of your own. Whether you pursue it or not depends on you. Whether it lasts or not depends on him."

"Does a romantic story mean love?" Lavender Brown asked curiously.

Albert smiled, did not answer, looked at the other little girl and asked, "Where are you? Tell me, your name."

"Parvati Petir."

"Remember your prediction, Miss Parvati Pettil." Albert paused for a long time before saying vaguely, "At the ball, you will dance with your warrior."

"Can you give it to me..." the round-faced boy next to him asked blushing.

"What's your name?" Albert asked.

"Neville Longbottom," the boy said.

"You are a qualified Gryffindor. Courage is not what you see on the surface. Plants are related to you, and you will have a place in the school." Albert said after recalling Neville's information.

He suddenly discovered that he also had the potential to be a fortune-teller.

"That's it."

Someone asked puzzledly.

"Just like that, don't find me if you don't know." Albert glanced at the speaker and said calmly.

Everyone dispersed in disappointment. No matter how you look at it, Albert seemed to be perfunctory to the three freshmen.

"Why, do you want it too?" Albert looked at Hermione next to him.

The latter hesitated for a long time, then nodded.

In fact, Hermione didn't really believe in this kind of thing, it looked like Albert was fooling them, but she heard that Albert was sometimes very accurate. After all, the two predictions made to Harry had come true, whether they were prophecies or not.

"Before winter comes, you will no longer be alone, of course, it depends on your decision." Albert said.

Hermione was stunned, because whether she could find friends was really up to her own decision.

"Sorry to bother you to coax the little girl." Fred and George, who were all wet, came over here.

"The Quidditch training is over?" Albert didn't mind the ridicule, and asked as he watched the two who were soaked.

"It's over~www.mtl.com~ is really choking."

"Harry's performance is great, this year's Quidditch Cup will be engraved with our name."

Albert shrugged indifferently and said softly, "There will be twists and turns."

"Shut up."

"Asshole."

Both of them wanted to take off their socks to block Albert's broken mouth.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just talking about twists and turns."

Albert waved his wand, and white water vapor evaporated from the Weasley brothers and filled the common room. He waved his wand again and rolled up a breeze to send all the water vapor out of the common room.

"Is it really accurate?" Hermione murmured as she looked at the Weasley twins who looked nervous and wanted to block Albert's mouth.

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