The Alchemist of Harry Potter

At dusk, the shops on both sides of the main street of Hogsmeade were about to close.

Every day after sunset, the dementors will patrol the streets. In order to avoid dealing with these dark creatures, closing the shop in advance is the best choice.

Albert was walking alone on the deserted street. When he was about to head to the Three Broomsticks Tavern, there was a crackle of Apparition in front of him, and Mogg McDoug appeared out of thin air without warning. He took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and after looking at the time, he raised his head and looked at Albert who was coming here.

"The time is just right."

Mogg smiled and stretched out his hand to Albert. After the latter caught it, the two disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared before.

Albert opened his eyes again and found that he was in a remote wilderness, with the sea faintly salty in the oncoming wind.

Mogg led the way while introducing the situation to Albert.

They are located at a remote seaside in the south of Wales. There is a manor here. This year's Easter party will be held here.

As soon as the two reached the bank of a cliff, Albert clearly felt something in front of him, and the traces of the spell were obvious.

"Here we are."

Mogg raised his wand and chanted softly, the air in front of him was distorted, and a fictional iron gate appeared out of thin air.

After the two entered, the entrance disappeared.

"We have a lot of similar manors, and many of these manors are inherited from other heirs." Mogg introduced to Albert. "The manor assigned to you is also one of them. These houses were originally for us to live in, but Not everyone is willing to live in this kind of place. After all, the heirs are not short of money. Later, those manors were protected by magic and used for temporary gatherings, emergency shelters, or as Floo fans' factories."

"Master, Mr. Bard and Mr. Gerber have arrived, and Mr. Tiberus is the only one left." The house elf bowed slightly to Mog, "The banquet can begin at any time."

"Just start at the scheduled time." When Mogg took Albert into the hall, Bud and Gerber were chatting while eating.

After seeing them come in, he smiled gently at the two of them. Bud also recommended to Albert a dessert that tastes soft and resembles a pudding. It is said to be a kind of magic dessert that keeps the user in a mood. Delightful.

Albert suspected that there was a euphoria in the thing. However, it tastes good and tastes a bit like custard.

"Good evening, hope I am not late."

Tiberus Ogden appeared in the hall at the beginning of the banquet, and greeted the people in the seats with a smile.

"You are always so punctual, well, everyone is here, let's start the dinner!" Mogg took the lead in raising the champagne and said, "First of all, we should congratulate our Mr. Champion, congratulations to Albert for getting the magic school potion. The champion of the tournament."

"You probably don't know that the stubborn old guys in Wiesengarmo almost got their noses crooked after hearing the news." Tiberus said happily, raising his glass towards Albert. "Those bad-hearted guys would rather you lose the game than see you win the championship."

"I also heard similar news."

Gerber Smith raised his glass to Albert and said, "They are very unhappy, but they have to hold back when they are unhappy. Who will let you win the Potions Championship for the UK back!"

"How do you feel about winning the second international championship?" Bud asked with a smile and raised his glass.

"It's a terrible game. It's never a fair competition. Everyone is cheating." Albert took a sip of champagne and shook his head disappointedly: "The so-called gold crucible is not a crucible made of gold, but a gilded crucible. Goods, originally I wanted to experience what it's like to use the gold crucible to boil medicine."

"It's normal to be disappointed. In fact, a long time ago, the gold crucible was really made of gold." Gerber recalled: "Later, I don't know when the gold crucible turned into a gold-plated crucible."

"About two hundred years ago, the organizer of that session claimed that the funds were not enough. In fact, someone embezzled a lot of money. In the end, they could only get a gold-plated crucible for the champion. Since that time, the golden crucible symbolizing the championship trophy has been All turned into gold-plated crucibles. Later, someone finally couldn't stand it, and then gave the champion a bag of gold coins as a reward for winning." Tiberus said in disgust: "Since that time the gold crucible was replaced with a gold-plated crucible, There is no glory for the Potions Championship, which is probably after the Gilded Crucible Incident, the Potions Championship gradually evolved into what it is now."

"Unexpectedly, there is such a history." Albert felt that he had gained a lot of knowledge today.

"Are you a little disappointed?"

"After all, even if the gold crucible is restored, it is just a thankless thing." Albert said he can understand, "and, the gold crucible is more of a symbol."

"No, the original meaning of the Golden Crucible is actually to allow the winners to use the Crucible to exchange money when necessary, so as not to be impoverished." Tiberus said, "After all, I want to make an excellent potion The teacher concentrates on researching potions, at least he must ensure that he has nothing to worry about, so that the other party can focus on potion research."

"By the way, is the title of Wissengamer's British youth representative stuck like this?" Mogg suddenly remembered something and reminded: "I remember Albert will be an adult at the end of October this year. When he becomes an adult, the Ministry of Magic There is a reason to cancel his title of Wisengamo British Youth Representative."

"It's just a broken title. They don't want to give it." Albert ate his plate of grilled prawns slowly, not caring about the so-called "title of Wiesengama British Youth Representative".

"They will give it." Tiberus comforted: "Also, Albert guesses that there is no shortage of that title."

In fact, few people actually cared about that title, mainly because Albert had enough titles.

Even if they don't want to give it, they still have to give it in the future. It is no longer the era of pure bloodism.

Abrams Malfoy was killed with dragon pox sore is the best example.

"I still remember that you seem to have a restoration spell. How is that spell now? Have you tested the effect of the spell on the werewolf?"

"I haven't used it on a werewolf yet. I don't know what the effect is." Albert didn't hide it, and continued, "You should know it too. I basically have no chance to try this spell."

"We have to try the effect on the werewolf." Mogg said without hesitation. "A Merlin Medal is more valuable than the title of Wisengamao's British youth representative. Even Dumbledore could not be in school. Received the Merlin Medal."

"Recovering the humanoid spell is a very difficult transformation magic." Bud said to everyone: "I think the first success of this spell should be done by Albert."

"I don't mind these things." Albert ate his lobster, saying that he didn't care about these false names at all. "Besides, werewolves are dangerous."

"Yes, the werewolf is very dangerous, but we can let him take the wolf poison potion in advance, and put him in a sturdy cage to make sure that there is no threat after he transforms." Bud suddenly asked, "I remember your black The professor of defense of magic seems to be Remus John Lupin, right?"

"Yes, it's Professor Lupin." Albert guessed their thoughts, frowned and said, "You want me to try on him, it's not a good idea."

"No, we can wait for Lupin to resign from Hogwarts before inviting him to participate in this test, and he will agree. You probably didn’t know that Dolores Umbridge drafted a The anti-werewolf law makes those werewolves who are willing to stay on their own feet almost unable to find a job. He must be in need of this expensive salary. Moreover, if the test is successful, countless werewolves will benefit from it. When people face the werewolves, It will also be safer."

"Much like what the pink toad would do." Albert had a bad impression of Dolores Umbridge. He never forgot that one of his mission rewards would be deducted by Dolores. Umbridge's favorability.

"Toad? This description is quite appropriate." Tiberus took a sip of the red wine elegantly and smiled and commented: "That's a hypocritical and vicious woman. It's not wrong to stay away from her."

"You probably don't know that Umbridge always claimed in the Ministry of Magic that her late father was an excellent Wizengamo member." When Gerber talked about it, he seemed to want to laugh. "But actually Above, Umbridge’s father worked in the Magic Maintenance Department, named Orford Umbridge, and his mother was a Muggle named Allen. Later, she persuaded Orford Umbridge to retire early , And gave him a small sum of money to ensure that he disappeared from the Ministry of Magic silently, so as not to shame her. Then Umbridge began to make up a bunch of beautiful life experiences for himself."

"Do you investigate very clearly?" Albert was very surprised.

"Of course it is very clear that we have always been paying attention to those people in the Ministry of Magic who need attention, so that we can stay away from them. By the way, your Wisengama British youth representative is stuck. This is also because of this guy. ."

"By the way, this summer there is a contest of Barnabus Finkley's excellent spelling skills. Do you want to participate?" Gerber said suddenly.

"I don't know what the award is." The topic jumped so much that Albert didn't react.

"It's okay, let Bud explain to you in detail at that time, I dare you to say that you will be able to win easily." Tiberus suggested: "If I were you, I would scan all the awards that can be obtained before graduation. Once again, graduated from Hogwarts with countless auras. After you graduate from school, whatever job you want to do will go smoothly."

"Speaking of the competition, I heard that the Ministry of Magic is trying to restore the Triwizard Tournament." Bud interrupted, "Maybe you can win the Triwizard Tournament by the way next semester."

"I've heard of this competition. It seems that it was banned because people often die."

Albert knows of course that the Triwizard Tournament will be held next semester, and he is already planning to participate in the competition, and to trigger tasks and earn a large amount of experience rewards. "

"Yes, it's really dangerous." Bud said, "If you want, I'll sign up for you to participate in the Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell-casting game. You can stop by when it's over there. Watch this year's Quidditch World Cup final."

"Who else is going to watch the Quidditch World Cup?" Tibelus Ogden asked, looking around.

"I need three, how many do Albert want?" Mogg asked, turning his head.

"About four, right?" Albert said uncertainly.

"That's okay, then you will go to the Quidditch finals with them." Mogg nodded.

"I will let the owl carry you." Tiberus suddenly asked: "When are you planning to get married with Isabel, and I can be your witness at that time."

"Haha, it's too late, Tiberius." Bud smiled unscrupulously when he talked about it.

"Budd, I am older than you, so I am more suitable to be a witness." Tiberus reminded

"It's useless for you to see me. Their witness is not me."

"Gerber, shouldn't it be you?" Tiberus asked suspiciously. He actually knew that Gerber wanted this position more.

"No." Gerber shook his head. "I just heard about it now."

He never wanted to talk about the **** with Albert, that would make their relationship worse.

Anyway, they both inherit the surname Wildsmith, which is enough for Gerber.

"Is it Serra Harris?" McGonagall asked suspiciously. "Could it be Dumbledore?"

"Surely you can't guess, do you want me to answer?" Bud actually wanted to be a witness, but later learned that someone had preempted him, and he was depressed for a while.

Now, it's the other people's turn to be depressed.

Everyone no longer gave Bud a chance to sulk his appetite, and looked directly at Albert.

"It's Mr. Nico." Albert announced the answer: "He is my teacher."

Albert told them about going to Nico's house last year.

"It seems that Nicol is really optimistic about you, he has prepared everything for you." Tiberus was a little disappointed, but there was no good way.

The banquet lasted until the evening, and most of the time I was talking about various trivial matters~www.mtl.com~ to enhance everyone's feelings.

By the time Albert returned to Hogwarts Castle, the curfew was approaching eleven.

When he returned to the Granfendo common room with a box full of desserts, there were hardly any other students.

"You still work so hard during the Easter holidays?"

"Where have you been?" Hermione smelled a faint smell of alcohol from Albert. "Also drinking?"

"Go to the banquet. By the way, this is for you." Albert took a sweet from the box and placed it in front of Hermione.

When I came back, I took a lot. Except for the one I was given to Isobel by the house elves, there were still five copies in the box, enough for others to share.

"What is this, pudding?" Hermione looked at the pudding-like dessert in front of her curiously.

"I don't know, it is said to be a kind of magic dessert, which can make people feel happy." Albert prepared to go back to the dormitory to share the dessert in the box with Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.