The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In the morning, Albert opened his sleepy eyes, tilted his head and looked to the window. It was raining outside the castle, and the rain hit the window glass, making a crackling sound.

"It's raining again." He murmured, turning over lazily, pulling up the sheet and covering his head again, ready to lie down for a while and get up again later.

I don't know how long it took before Albert reopened his eyes, got up from the bed, stretched his waist, put on his clothes, and woke everyone up to have breakfast together.

Every year on Halloween, there are always new changes in the Hogwarts Auditorium. Of course, bat groups and pumpkin lanterns are always indispensable decorations.

After greeting his acquaintances at the table, Albert found an empty seat and sat down while sipping milk tea while flipping through today’s Daily Prophet. He grabbed a piece of pumpkin pie from the plate and ate at himself, occasionally. Chat with Angelina next to him.

Well, the topic is related to flying broomsticks. The Daily Prophet has an advertisement for the Light Wheel Competition Broom Company. That company will launch a new broom next year: Light Wheel 2000, Porter’s first broomstick.

"It is said that the products of this Guanglun company are great." Albert asked with a smile, "Do you regret buying it early?"

"Not really." Angelina shook her head, she knew it was a joke.

A burst of laughter interrupted the brief communication between the two. Albert raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a large group of enchanted bats hovering over Lee Jordan's head. And Lee Jordan hid from the left and right, and raised his hand to drive away, but he couldn't drive away the group of bats, so angry that he threw the slice of bread on his hand towards the group of bats.

"Okay, don't make a fuss, it's good like this." Albert said carelessly, clutching a yawn, and it caused Lee Jordan to roll his eyes.

Lee Jordan sat there eating and sulking, and it didn't take long for the bat group to fly away like this.

The first lesson in the morning is the herbal medicine class. No one likes to take herbal medicine class in rainy weather, especially when the class is in the medicine field outside the greenhouse. Busy in the medicine garden when it rains, the whole person will be like It was just as uncomfortable to fish out of mud.

Fortunately, this morning just changed the pot of Mandela grass.

Mandela grass is a kind of magic plant with powerful potion characteristics. Just like last year's Baixian, this magic plant will be used in many ways, especially when it matures, it will be made into a powerful healing agent.

You know that many spells that cannot be removed with spells need to use powerful healing agents made of mandela grass to return to normal.

Since it is not the first time to change Mandela grass, everyone has experience and has completed the task before get out of class ends.

Putting the last mandela grass back into the basin, Albert checked the task panel, and the task was not completed. Although it was expected, he was still a little disappointed. Because it means that if you want to complete the task, you need to have a pot of mandela.

Before get out of class ended, they were told what the next class was about: taking care of wrinkled figs.

It is also a kind of magical plant with powerful potion properties, which is dangerous.

"Let's go, go to the transformation class." Fred vigorously shakes off the dirt from his work gown, cleans it up with a descaling charm, and then puts on his robe again, ready to go to Professor McGonagall's course.

"Come slowly." Albert murmured, after dispelling his inner irritation, he went to a transformation class with others, which was one of his best subjects.

Perhaps because of Halloween, Professor McGonagall knew that everyone didn't want to go to class, so he took this class as a review class. In the class, I helped everyone review the previously learned Transfiguration, and also talked about a few cases of tragedy caused by Transfiguration. I want to use this to warn everyone that you should be careful when using transformation Magic.

After listening to the story, everyone got goosebumps. The story told by Professor McGonagall was really terrifying, especially the tragedy of the five-legged monster.

The legend of the five-legged monster originated from Delia Island. The island is now a mystery. It is said that the five-legged monster was once a wizard. Think about a person turning into a terrible monster, and even the mind is completely distorted, and it can’t be changed back. What a terrible thing.

Although Albert can't determine the authenticity of the five-legged monster story, he believes that this story is very likely to be true, because in this world, many ancient stories are actually true and have their Yiping.

"Professor McGonagall, has the Ministry of Magic never tried to turn those monsters back?" Katrina said her confusion. They all knew that no matter how powerful the transformation spell, it was still possible to restore the original state through potions, such as Mander. The powerful restorative made by Lacao has such an effect.

"They refused." Professor McGonagall shook his head and said: "It is rumored that the people from the Department of Fantastic Beasts Management and Control Department tried to restore them to their original form, but the five-legged monsters resolutely resisted to restore them to their original form.

"Professor, will the deformed creature return to its original state after it dies?" Albert asked suddenly, in fact, there was a vague answer in Albert's heart.

He has seen the skeleton of the five-legged monster~www.mtl.com~No way. "Professor McGonagall said.

The transformation lesson finally ends in the story.

After class, Albert called Katrina and talked about the last bet, which has been delayed for so long that they almost forgot about it.

"The first Quidditch game will start in mid-November. Our bet is on that day." Albert and Katrina walked side by side in the corridor.

The latter looked at Albert with a very strange look, and said in a weird tone, "I thought you had forgotten this matter?"

"How come," Albert said aggressively, "Time is running out, are you ready?"

"Time is running out." Katrina glanced at Albert and said lightly, "Winning or losing is not that important to me anymore."

"Uh, it seems I can save ten gallons this time." Albert said.

"Save ten gallons." Katrina's tone was even more weird. "I think you should not be short of money. I heard that Isobel gave you a lesson. You generously gave ten gallons, or else You just admit defeat to me ten gallons."

Albert's face turned dark, and he asked, "Isabel told you?"

"So, really ten gallons?" Katrina's tone was a little complicated. "No wonder she spent money to buy me that expensive birthday gift a while ago."

Albert's face grew darker when he heard the words. He didn't expect that he was being talked about by others. This is because he has been walking a lot at night. Have you encountered a ghost?

"What did she teach you?" Katrina asked curiously.

"Go ask her yourself." Albert said grimly.

"She doesn't say anything, let me ask you."

Albert was swallowed, and he didn't bother to answer the other person, because Katrina was just playing with him.

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