The Alchemist of Harry Potter

　　 When the four of them left the kitchen, their belly was filled with cream cake and milk tea, and the pockets under the robe were filled with custard biscuits and pies handed to them by the house elves.

　　 "The curfew will start in ten minutes. We'd better go back to the lounge quickly."

　　As soon as they passed the hall, they were caught by the caretaker's cat. Not long after Mrs. Loris ran away, Filch appeared in front of several people.

　　For some reason, Fred and George felt a strange guilty conscience when they saw Filch approaching here.

　　 Fred involuntarily put his hand into the pocket on the right side of the robe, where there is a live spot map that they stole from the administrator's office.

"You two..." Filch called to the Weasley brothers, grinning with a grin: "The confinement will be at 7 o'clock tomorrow night. The content is to wipe all the trophies in the prize showroom. I hope this time Lessons can bring you some sense of college glory, saying that Gryffindor's score has fallen to the last place."

　　 None of the four spoke, and stood there quietly to listen to Filch finish.

　　 Of course, someone’s mouth with a piece of pie seems to affect the atmosphere a bit.

　　 "Now, return to your lounge and don't let me see you hanging out in the castle after the curfew, otherwise it will not be as simple as confinement." Filch said threatening words and turned and left.

　　 "What an annoying old guy." George made a rude gesture toward Filch's leaving back.

　　 "I remember you seem to be going to teach us the Descaling Curse." Fred turned his head to look at Albert, blinked and said.

　　 "It's too late, you can't learn the descaling curse in one day." Albert took out his pocket watch to check the time, and walked towards the moving stairs.

"Don't worry, you just wipe the trophies in the prize showroom. It's better than washing the chamber pot, right? Think about that hapless William, and there are two of you, and you can finish it soon." Li Qiaodan reached out and patted George's. The shoulder comforted.

　　 However, this tone sounds like a smirk.

　　 "Fuck off, you ill-intentioned fellow!" Fred stared at Li Qiaodan angrily, turned his head and said to Albert: "Can you use the Descaling Curse to help..."

　　 "Transformation Club." Albert suddenly interrupted.

　　 "What?" Fred didn't understand it for a moment.

　　 "He meant that the Transformation Club will be tomorrow night, which is also seven o'clock." Li Qiaodan reached out and put his arm around Fred's shoulder to comfort him: "So, give up the dying struggle!"

　　 While talking, the four of them reached the third floor through a moving staircase, and then passed several secret roads, turning around to the eighth floor of the castle.

　　When passing a certain corner, he almost ran into Professor Bud Brod in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

　　 "Good evening, Professor Broad." Albert took the lead to greet each other.

"Good evening, Mr. Anderson." Professor Broad's gaze swept across the four of them, and his gaze fell on Albert again. He looked at him with scrutiny for a while, and then continued, "It's almost a curfew, I I suggest you return to the lounge as soon as possible."

　　 "Professor Broad knew you!" After the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor left, Fred looked at Albert in surprise.

　　Professor Brod is not young anymore, he can remember Albert in a short period of time, only to know that they have met several times.

　　 "I don't know too well." Albert swept suspiciously to the location of the Room of Request. He just seemed... as if he saw a slight change in the wall.

　　 Besides, Professor Bud Brod looked a little strange in his eyes just now, as if he was examining something?

"By the way, there is no secret path behind this tapestry." Li Qiaodan pointed to the tapestry of the giant stick and stupid Barnabas and said to the three of them. "At noon, I even turned it over and found nothing. ."

　　 It's not surprising that Li Jordan will breed this kind of thought. There is no way. Who makes most of Hogwarts' tapestries hidden behind them.

　　 In fact, Lee Jordan’s guess is correct. This tapestry does hide secrets. It’s just that it’s not behind the tapestry, but on the wall opposite the tapestry. The House of Request is there.

　　 It’s just that most students don’t know it exists.

　　 When they came to the portrait of the fat woman at the end of the corridor on the eighth floor, they were surprised to find that this woman was humming a song softly.

　　 "Nonsense." George said the order.

　　 The fat lady did not open the door, but continued to hum. Is this going to let the four of you listen for free?

　　 "Nonsense." Fred continued.

　　 The fat lady stared at them dissatisfied, as if being disturbed and very upset, she opened the entrance of the lounge reluctantly.

　　 "I dare you to say she has no talent for singing at all." Albert couldn't help but complain when he entered the lounge.

　　 In the lounge at this time, there were still a few people doing homework.

"Where did you just go?" Charlie in pajamas walked over and said to a few people, "There will be Quidditch training tomorrow afternoon. You can go to the Quidditch stadium after 6:30. I will leave you half an hour to do it. Intensive training."

　　 "Sorry Charlie, I'm afraid we can't go." George said helplessly.

　　 "Why?"

　　 "We need to go where Filch is to be confined!" Fred looked impenetrable.

"What about you?" Charlie looked at Li Jordan and sighed slightly after thinking about it: "Forget it, you will come together again next time you practice! If you want to officially join the Quidditch team next year, you should Seize the time and practice well so that you can have the advantage of being a player over others."

　　 Not long after Charlie left, Percy came, and he had just finished his homework.

　　 "Don't nag Percy, we've just been told by Charlie." George said to his brother irritably ~www.mtl.com~ Let's go first. "Albert greeted Li Jordan and walked towards the stairs.

　　 "Don't provoke Filch, it won't do you any good!" Percy Weasley glared at Fred and George, "You made our score fall to last place..."

"...If you continue to be naughty like this, and you dare to wander around the castle during the curfew, I will write to my mother." George disguised his voice as Percy and told the roommates in a teasing tone. This issue.

　　 "As far as I know, Gryffindor hasn't won the Academy Cup for several years. It's our fault to say that it's lost points."

　　 "Gryffindor didn't win the Academy Cup, isn't it a normal thing?" Albert said solemnly.

　　 "Wow, you really think so too." George smiled and looked at Albert, as if you really understood our expression.

　　 "Don't look at me that way, it's a fact!" Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "Unless we can win three Quidditch matches, the Academy Cup is far away."

　　 "What you said makes sense." George nodded repeatedly.

　　 "Percy must also know that, he just wants to find an interface to teach us!" Fred snorted very disdainfully.

　　 Albert squinted at the task prompt that just appeared:

　　 The glory of Gryffindor.

　　 Gryffindor Academy has been missing the Academy Cup for five years. It’s time to use your real strength and help Gryffindor win the Academy Cup.

　　 Reward: 1 skill point.

　　 Albert can't help but twitch his mouth after reading the task. Is this still a task for people to complete?

　　En, there seems to be no time limit.

　　 Albert can wait until the savior Potter comes on stage and lie down for a while.

　　 This is a good idea.