The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Harry Potter was not unexpectedly assigned to Gryffindor College and was warmly welcomed by everyone.

Albert even suspected that if he weren't still in the branch, the professors on the main guest seat were watching, and everyone probably had gathered around to shake hands with him, and talked a few words by the way.

Before long, the penultimate Ron, the younger brother of Fred and George, was also assigned to Gryffindor, sitting next to Potter and becoming the envy of countless people.

After the sorting house was over, Dumbledore gave a brief speech, and the dinner officially began. The empty golden plates and goblet appeared without warning and a large number of food and drinks appeared.

Looking at the pile of food in front of him, Albert felt that he was hungry, and he quickly added something he liked to the plate.

As soon as the cut roast beef was put into his mouth, Fred curiously asked: "What is Professor McGonagall looking for?"

"About the timetable."

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Albert said with a smile: "Some courses may be repeated. I need to use other special methods to catch up with all courses."

"Split you in half?"

Lee Jordan mumbled vaguely with his mouth full of food.

"You guessed it." Albert said in surprise.

After he quickly finished eating the roast beef on the plate, he added another piece of tonkatsu to the plate. He caught a glimpse of a few people with suspicious expressions and smiled and said, "If you don’t believe me, you can ask Percy. He has been using a clone. Catch up on all courses."

"Damn the clone." Lee Jordan didn't believe Albert's nonsense at all.

"It is indeed a clone, right, Percy!" Albert said to Percy.

"Well, it's a clone in a sense." Percy, who was discussing Transfiguration with Granger, looked up and noticed that many people's eyes were on him, and he nodded helplessly.

"Then when will you teach us that if we can have a clone, doing homework will be much easier in the future." George's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't help looking at Albert.

"You can't learn this trick unless you are going to take all the courses." Albert blocked other people's questions, added two roasted sausages to his plate, and said with a smile, "And, don't use it. It’s not such a good thing to do vacation homework for you."

Everyone was silent.

What's the use of a clone that cannot be used to do vacation homework?

The topic was quickly turned off by others, and everyone else would focus their attention on going to Hogsmeade at the end of October.

Lee Jordan raised his eyebrows when he saw Albert immersed in eating, "You shouldn't forget to ask your family to sign it!"

"Albert isn't you!" Fred looked at Lee Jordan, and said rather speechlessly.

"I suddenly remembered one thing, the last spell hasn't been learned yet."

With that said, Albert took out a small book from his pocket, flipped through the records above, and found that he still had a lot of things to do, and he was immediately depressed.

"Which spell?" Lee Jordan asked suspiciously.

"That!" Fred said with a grin.

"Oh, it turned out to be that, I thought you had mastered it."

In fact, George had also forgotten what spell Albert was talking about. He felt that Fred had forgotten 80% of the time, but this did not prevent them from joking with Lee Jordan.

"That one?"

Lee Jordan swallowed the fried potatoes in his mouth, looked at Fred and George sideways, and said suddenly, "Don't think I don't know, you have forgotten."

It is really difficult to use the patron saint to send messages, especially if you need to explore it yourself.

Albert originally thought that he would be able to master it before the holiday last semester, but after practicing for more than half a year, his skill and experience of the patron saint has indeed improved a lot, but he has never been able to master how to let the patron saint pass the message.

He still remembered that he gave Aberforth a sum of Gallon as tuition fees for this, but failed to learn it in the end. It was a blood loss!

Thinking of this, Albert became even more depressed, and put a large piece of fried potatoes into his mouth, ready to turn his depression into appetite.

This is a sumptuous meal, everyone opened their belly to fill their stomachs, and laughter and the clash of knives and forks echoed in the auditorium.

The banquet lasted more than an hour. After the chocolate muffin in front of him disappeared from the golden plate, Albert took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, Dumbledore in the main guest seat stood up again: "Now everyone is full and full, I want to say a few more words."

Everyone looked at Dumbledore, and the noise in the auditorium gradually calmed down.

"Before the semester starts, there are a few things to note."

The few things that Principal Dumbledore said are nothing more than these points: students are not allowed to enter the forbidden forest, students are not to use magic in the corridors, and the Quidditch team signs up for Mrs. Hooch...

Albert felt that Dumbledore was looking over here when he was talking about the first item.

Well, a few of them do often go in and out of the forbidden forest.

However, Albert did not want to enter the forest this year. After all, Voldemort hunted unicorns in the forest, and he always felt that the forbidden forest was not very safe.

No way, Albert didn't want to meet that kind of guy in the Forbidden Forest, he might be a missing person.

Fred and George didn't really take this matter seriously, they could be heard every year at the beginning of school.

"...I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident or die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

When Dumbledore said this, many people couldn't help but laugh, Harry Potter was one of them.

Fred and George looked at each other and began to whisper.

"The corridor on the right on the fourth floor? I've been there before, and there seems to be nothing special."

No wonder Fred thought this way. They had indeed been to that place before, and had ambushed Slytherin students there.

The sad story of a certain Slytherin student whose head was tucked into the toilet started from there.

George touched Albert with his arm, wanting to hear what Albert thought.

"It is estimated that the principal has made changes there and put something dangerous there." Albert murmured.

However, Albert felt that Dumbledore's words meant to tell them that there was a secret in the corridor on the right on the fourth floor and to encourage everyone to take risks!

After all, blocking is worse than sparse.

In Albert's opinion, this is indeed the case. He believes that many people will definitely be interested in this, and then he was scared off by Hagrid's three-headed dog pet.

They would think that Dumbledore's danger was the three-headed dog.

Even if you find the trapdoor guarded by the three-headed dog, you will have to give up because you can't get through the three-headed dog. After all, no one wants to be killed.

"I think what you said makes sense." Lee Jordan said excitedly: "When do you say we will go over and take a look."

"Let's talk about it when you have time!"

Albert stretched out his hand to cover a yawn, and began to sing the school song with everyone.

After the banquet, they all dispersed.

As for freshmen, they are led by the prefect to their respective colleges.

Albert, Fred, George and Lee Jordan followed the other Gryffindor students up the marble stairs. At this moment, everyone is now full of food and drink and does not want to move, but they have to follow more corridors ~www.mtl.com~ and climb more stairs to reach the entrance of the Gryffindor common room.

However, the four Alberts sneaked through the secret passage halfway to the portrait of the fat lady in advance.

"I heard that Harry Potter came to Hogwarts?" the fat lady asked.

"Yes, and I've been assigned to Gryffindor. You can see it later." Albert said.

"Do you know what the password is?" Lee Jordan hid a yawn and interrupted the conversation between Albert and the fat lady. He didn't want to stand here and listen to them.

Albert noticed that everyone else was looking at him, and he shrugged helplessly and asked, "Didn't you ask Percy?"

"I think you asked."

"I also think you know."

"Well, the password is Dragon Scum." Albert had indeed asked.

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