The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Throughout the afternoon, the students of Gryffindor looked extremely excited, as if it was not the Ravenclaw team that had just won, but had already won the Quidditch Academy Cup.

After returning to the common room, Lee Jordan mysteriously revealed what he had overheard to everyone.

The Slytherin players who tried to conspiracy to frame Harry were punished, and they needed to go to Filch's confinement.

It is said that Draco Malfoy has to go to the school hospital to do chamber pots tomorrow.

This good news undoubtedly made Harry and Ron's good mood even more pleasant.

I don’t know who it is. I took this opportunity to cast a spell on the "Daily Prophet" some time ago, and asked the newspaper to read Rita Skeeter’s article aloud, and re-read the dementor for everyone. The terrible monster also ridiculed the ignorance and mental retardation of the group of Slytherin students who tried to frame Harry.

Pretending to be a dementor to scare people?

Everyone was amused by what the Slytherin students did.

There was a burst of joyous laughter in the entire common room.

Wood walked across the crowd and quickly walked towards Albert by the fireplace. He looked up and looked around, as if looking for something, "Do you know where Fred and George are?"

Before Albert could answer, Wood murmured again: "The two guys said they could help get the snacks and drinks needed for the party, and they didn't know where to go with the coins I raised."

"Don't worry about Wood, I don't think Fred and George will run away with that money." Albert softly comforted, "You should have confidence in them."

"I'm just worried that they won't be able to get snacks and drinks." Wood was a little depressed. After all, he had already collected the money for the party. If he couldn't get snacks and drinks, it would be difficult for him to explain to everyone.

"Don't worry, Fred and George must have a way to get the snacks and drinks we need." Lee Jordan reached out and put his arm around Wood's shoulder. "We should go to the kitchen to see if we can get some from the kitchen. The snacks alone are not enough for everyone to eat. By the way, what about the Albert? I saw him here just now."

"I don't know!" Wood thought Lee Jordan's idea was good, at least it was more reliable than Fred and George's proposal.

"We'd better take Albert with him. That guy knows the house elves in the kitchen very well." Lee Jordan looked around, trying to find Albert in the crowd, before he could find Albert. Was pulled away by Wood.

When the two came out of the kitchen, there was a lot of food in his hands, but Lee Jordan didn't seem to be satisfied with it, and he still mumbled: "I said I should call Albert."

"Didn't we already get a bunch of food?" Wood wondered why Lee Jordan wanted Albert to come with him.

Is it because the three of them can take more food?

Lee Jordan didn't explain too much. Albert's treatment in the kitchen was really different from them.

The house elves would even be happy to help Albert cook delicious snacks on the spot, instead of a pile of cold meatloaf and biscuits.

Fred and George finally reappeared in the common room after missing for a few hours. What made Wood the most angry was that they did not bring back anything. "What about snacks and drinks? Don’t tell me, you guys have everything. I didn't get it."

"Don't get excited about Wood, we bought all the snacks and drinks for the party, they are all in here!"

As he said, Fred took out a bag and kept digging out, several barrels of butter beer, a bottle of fizzing pumpkin juice, and a few large bags of Honey Duke’s sweets.

"Where did you get these things?" Angelina took a bottle of hissing pumpkin juice from Fred and couldn't help but ask.

"We got a little help!" George said mysteriously.

A large number of biscuits, cakes, and pies were placed on neatly arranged tables in the common room, and the wizarding world’s pop music sounded in the corner, and Fred and George began tossing toad mints at the crowd.

Albert flicked his wand lightly, conjured countless wine glasses out of thin air on an empty table, and filled them with butter beer.

Fred and George took out the fireworks they made and set them off above everyone's heads. A lion made of fireworks roared above everyone's heads, and finally squeezed into a large splendid firework.

"This is a new product for Fred and I. It feels pretty good!"

George stood quietly beside Albert and said with a smug: "We have already thought about it. We will make these fireworks in the future and sell them to colleges who want to hold a party."

"You are good at doing business!" Albert looked at the fireworks that exploded above his head, and couldn't help feeling the twins' talent in this regard.

The party lasted from the afternoon to the evening. Albert could not understand why everyone was so energetic. After he returned from the House of Requirement, he found that the party was not over yet.

Fred and George were performing a funny trick for everyone, surrounded by a group of people.

However, Albert was surprised that at this lively party, someone was sitting alone in the corner.

"Appropriate relaxation is more conducive to learning. There is no need to stretch yourself too tight." Albert put a glass of Butterbeer on the table in front of Hermione. "Would you like a glass?"

"Thank you." Hermione hesitated for a moment, but still did not disappoint Albert's kindness, put down the heavy book in her hand, and took a sip of the glass of butter beer.

"The life and social habits of the British Muggle family?" Albert glanced at the book Hermione was reading, frowned and said, "Actually, I don't think you need this stuff."

"It would be fascinating to study them from the perspective of the magic world." Hermione said sincerely.

"No, I don't think this is fascinating. Most wizards don’t understand Muggles and don’t want to know them." Albert said to Hermione, "I know the person who wrote this book, and he admits it himself. "The Life and Social Habits of British Muggle Families" is a bit outdated."

"Outdated, how could it?" Hermione was very surprised.

"The development of the Muggle world is faster than you think. This is the advantage of technology." Albert did not worry about this problem any more, and continued, "Actually, if you want, you can write a book yourself to the wizard. We introduce the world of Muggles and their lives, so that wizards can better disguise and integrate into the world of Muggles."

"Write a book yourself?" Hermione was taken aback by Albert's proposal.

"No one has more say in the Muggle world than the wizard who lives in the Muggle world." Albert said, taking a few custard biscuits from there and stuffing one of them into Hermione's hand, "Let’s eat something, it will help regulate your mood. If I were you, I wouldn’t be reading in such a noisy place, and..."

Albert deliberately lowered his voice and said, "If you want to reconcile with the two of them, please calm down and apologize to Ron. I don't think he will be angry with you again, just like a cat with fried hair, squeezing the hair. That’s it. It’s actually not difficult, it just requires you to have the courage to speak first."

"You also think I was wrong." Hermione looked up at Albert.

"No, I just want to say that only children can make a temper like this."

After that, Albert turned around and went back to the dormitory to rest. As for when they wanted to hold the party, Albert didn't care about it, and didn't care about it.

Hermione looked at Albert's leaving back, took a bite of the custard biscuits in her hand, and refocused her gaze on the heavy book, but thought of what Albert had just said in her head.

When she was packing her things to go back to the dormitory, Harry came over and asked, "Did you not go to the game?"

"Of course I have been." Hermione closed the book and said to Harry: "You did a good job. I always believe that you can catch the Snitch and win the game for us."

"Thank you," Harry said, pointing to the table where the food was placed and asked: Are you not going to eat something? "

"No, I've already eaten it. Now I must finish reading this book by Monday, and there are 422 pages to read." Hermione's voice was slightly tired, "Moreover, there are also People don’t welcome me to participate."

"If Scabbard hadn't been eaten, it could eat a few of these Fudge flies. It has always liked to eat..." Ron apparently heard Hermione's words and said loudly on purpose.

"Good night Harry."

Hermione's voice was a bit more swallowed, she tucked the big book under her arm, and quickly walked towards the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.