The Alchemist of Harry Potter

After eleven o’clock in the evening, Albert quietly walked through the portrait passage and returned to the Gryffindor Tower. The students had already returned to the dormitory to rest. There was only silence in the common room, except for the fireplace. Some embers shimmered.

Albert was just about to go back to the dormitory to rest when he found a dark shadow next to the armchair closest to the passage. When he moved the light from his wand, he found Hermione sitting at the table and sleeping soundly. She has a book on her head.

"Hermione, wake up, wake up, don't sleep here, be careful of catching cold." Albert gently pushed the girl's shoulder to wake her up.

"Ah... I fell asleep accidentally"

When Hermione opened her eyes and woke up, she looked around in confusion, her gaze fell on Albert again, and she barely cheered up and asked, "Where have you been, I have been looking for you all afternoon."

"What do you want me for?"

Albert took off his cloak and put it on Hermione, motioning to sit with him by the fireplace, the fire was reignited, and the faces of the two of them were illuminated by the raging flames.

Looking at the burning fire, Hermione tightened her cloak tightly, as if remembering something, took out a letter from her pocket and handed it to Albert, "Hagrid has lost the lawsuit, and Buckbeak will be defeated. Executing the death sentence, he sent me this letter."

Albert took the letter, but didn't read it. He could guess what was written in the letter.

"Although the appeal can still be continued, I hardly see any hope. Malfoy's dad threatened the committee." Hermione bit her lower lip and said, "You are right. You wanted to save Buckby through a lawsuit from the beginning. Ke is simply an extravagant hope."

"Unexpectedly, isn't it?" Albert corrected again: "I think Lucius should have bought the committee. Even if he continues to appeal, it would be a waste of time."

"What are you going to do next?" Hermione raised her head and stared at Albert hopefully. "If needed, I, Harry and Ron can all help."

"No, you don't need to help this matter, just keep it secret. I will solve the rest by myself. The less people know, the safer." Albert simply rejected Hermione's kindness.

Hermione opened her mouth, looking a little lost.

"However, you can let Hagrid continue to appeal, at least to make a gesture of never giving up."

"Did not you say…"

"Some disguise is necessary."

"Oh." Hermione nodded and said she knew it.

"Actually, it shouldn’t be difficult for you to guess what I’m going to do next. I think you probably don’t want to break the law." Albert softly soothed, "Go and make up with Harry and the others, and then go visit Hagrid, Hagrid. Someone needs to be comforted."

"I've made up with them," Hermione whispered.

"That's great."

As he said, Albert quickly glanced at Hagrid’s letter and threw it directly into the fireplace, watching the parchment turning into a pile of ashes in the flames, and then asked: "This letter, you have shown it to others. Yet?"

"Harry and Ron have seen it."

Hermione noticed Albert's frown and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"Hagrid was so careless that he actually wrote this in a letter. I have told him how many times." Albert could not help shaking his head, "So careless, sooner or later he will get into trouble. No one can help him at that time."

"There is a problem with the letter?" Hermione was puzzled. She had read the letter and found no problem.

"Of course there is a problem, and it is very serious." Albert reminded solemnly: "What would others think if they read this letter? If the eagle-headed horse-winged beast runs away by itself, everyone knows it is the sea. Ge let go by himself. Even if he had an alibi at the time, everyone would think that he did it. If this letter is taken by Malfoy, the eagle-headed horse-winged beast must be dead, even in the end. If I let it go, I will take the matter of fact that Hagrid violated the Ministry of Magic law.

"But... shouldn't this count as evidence?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Do they need evidence? No, they don't." Albert looked at the disturbed Hermione and shook his head. "As long as there is this letter, Lucius can get the Ministry of Magic to sentence Hagrid and let him lose the professor. He was thrown into the Azkaban prison by the way."

"How can they..."

"Of course they can, don't care too much about the laws of the Ministry of Magic." Albert sneered, "And I will have trouble then. The pure-blood wizards wanted to trouble me, and they could find suitable excuses. ."

"Trouble you?" Hermione was even more confused.

"Because I embarrassed them, do you understand?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I am a Muggle wizard. The greater the halo on my body, the more a taunt for most pure-blood wizards. The stubborn pure-blood wizards are always aloof. I think you should not be difficult to see from Malfoy. Out of this."

"But... they really..." Hermione seemed to want to say something, but in the end she shut up.

"Last time, when I won the international wizard chess championship, there were some bad noises? They would not allow Muggle wizards to **** and **** on their heads, just like they once killed the first hemp in the magic world. It's the same as the Minister of Wizarding Gua." Albert said astonishingly.

Hermione opened her mouth wide in shock and looked at Albert in disbelief.

"Don't look at me that way, this is what someone told me." Albert recalled: "Nobby Leach was the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic in history, published by in 1968. At that time, he was forced to resign due to a mysterious disease and died that year. Nobby Leach actually suffered from dragon pox. It is said that Abrams Malfoy did a good job, Abrams Malfoy. Fu is Draco Malfoy's grandfather. However, the old guy got rid of it, and he died of dragon pox."

Albert stopped there, and forced the topic back to say: "I will help Hagrid to deal with the eagle-headed horse and winged beast. You three don't care about anything, and don't talk about it everywhere, otherwise it will only hurt Hagrid. ."

Hermione nodded vigorously, then lowered her voice and asked, "The relationship between the pure-blood wizard and the Muggle wizard is really bad."

"It's terrible, or how do you think that a lot of Death Eaters around the mysterious man came from?" Albert said calmly, "just like some Slytherins would be called Muggle Wizard Mudbloods."

Hermione thought of Malfoy the first time.

"Well, you don't have to worry about these things, and don't tell Ron and Harry what we are saying now, you can treat it as our secret." Albert winked at Hermione and said.

"Why are you telling me this?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"You can be seen as my advice and advice to you as a friend."

"Friend? Thank you, Albert." There was a big smile on Hermione's face.

"It's late at night, go back to bed, be careful of catching cold."

"OK, good night."

Hermione handed the cloak back to Albert and walked towards the stairs with the book in her arms.

"good night."

Albert looked at Hermione's leaving back and murmured, "What a naive girl."

He stretched out his hand to cover a yawn, raised his wand to extinguish the burning flame in the fireplace, and walked towards his dormitory.