The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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"Did Ixius found it?"

"No, he is missing, and the tracking magic that was originally left on him has no effect."

"Keep looking, that **** must pay for it."

"This is not the time to trouble Ihus."

"Damn it, you shouldn't have found an outsider to handle this."

"Don't you agree?"

There was already a quarrel in the conference room, and the "big guys" sitting here did not expect that they would be played by a "little guy".

At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly knocked open, and a panting wizard ran in and shouted: "Gold Award, the Gold Award has appeared!"

"who is it?"

"Who won the gold medal.

All the people in the conference room stood up and looked anxiously at the breathless wizard, wishing to cast a heartbreaking spell on the half-talking guy.

"It's No. 17," the wizard said with a weeping face. "The youngest No. 17 won the championship and the gold medal."

Suddenly, the "big men" in the conference room seemed to have lost their bones and slumped on their chairs.

How can a minor wizard win the gold medal.

This is impossible!

In any case, they are unwilling to believe it.

"The 17th is a Muggle wizard. How could he have won the gold medal? We should file a formal complaint with the International Federation of Wizards." Someone shouted angrily. His proposal was immediately echoed by others.

"The wizards who won the bet will soon come over to redeem their bonuses." The wizard who came to inform us in a low voice reminded.

The person in charge of the gambling game looked at these people in front of him, took a deep breath and said to the wizard beside him: "Let those wizards who have won the lottery exchange them in batches."

Gold coins must of course be given. Once you lose your credit, you will really be over. Don't even think about opening a gambling game in the future.

If it's just a private gambling game, it will run away, but this is a gambling game opened in the reputation of the Bullfighting Daily and the Ministry of Magic. If they don't give money, the Ministry will trouble them immediately.

"How much money did you lose in total?" The person in charge of the gambling game looked at the wizard who was eloquent to his side.

"A total loss of 67,000." The young wizard whispered.

"How many?"

"Sir, a total loss of 67,000." The young wizard repeated.

Hearing this data, the meeting room fell into a dead silence.

"How come there are so many?" someone finally couldn't help asking.

"Because of today's headlines, many people think that the 17th will win the championship."

"We can't afford this money." Someone said excitedly, "This is 67,000, not 67, nor 670, but 67,000. Where can we get so much money to fill this hole."

"You want to fall back?" The person in charge of the gambling bureau narrowed his eyes and looked at the others in the room.

"We should think of other ways."

"The group of people outside won't give you time to think about it. If you lose, you lose."

…

At the same time, there were waves of cheers in the Barnabus Bar, and the beneficiaries raised their glasses and loudly wished the youngest winner of the gold medal in the history of Barnabus Finkley's excellent spelling technique.

In the living room on the second floor, everyone is holding an award ceremony for the youngest winner.

"congratulations!"

Yanila looked at Albert with a complicated expression. She didn't expect the man in front of her to actually win the gold medal.

In full view, Yanila smiled and handed the championship trophy to Albert, and then helped him put on the medal symbolizing the gold award.

"Thank you." Albert smiled and thanked Yanila.

To be honest, he is still a little confused now, why did he win the gold medal?

After testing the blessing agent, he chatted with the referees alone for a while, then showed the patron saint spell, and was inexplicably told that he had won the gold medal.

"This is your bonus."

Yanila handed a bag of bonuses to Albert, then picked up "Banabus Finkley's Curse Technique" from the disc and gave it to him again, and finally it was her own signed record.

As Albert gave Bud what was in his hand and held the championship trophy high, countless cameras lighted up, and Albert squinted his eyes.

Next, he was surrounded by countless reporters.

"One question per person." Albert told reporters

"Mr. Anderson, do you have anything to say after winning the championship?" a reporter asked.

"Mr. Bud, I won the championship." Albert smiled and handed the championship trophy to Bud, and took the brick book from him.

"Who is that Mr. Budd?"

"Next." Albert ignored him and pointed at another reporter, "It's you."

"Is it true that you are going to marry Miss Yanila?"

"Fake, I already have a girlfriend." Albert chose another reporter again. As for some people who wanted to fish in troubled waters, he ignored them.

A dozen reporters were sent away by Albert in this way.

"Mr. Anderson, you have spoken at least six languages ​​since just now. I am curious how many languages ​​do you master?"

"About a dozen, I haven't counted them carefully. I can use most of the European languages." Albert raised his hand and interrupted, "Okay, that's it."

He pushed aside the crowd and returned to his room.

"How do you feel about winning?" Bud asked with a smile, and Albert's sentence just now, "Mr. Bud, I won the championship." made him very happy.

"Not very good." Albert asked casually, "When shall we go back?"

"I thought you would want to stay here for a few days."

"just forget it!"

"If you don't go down to meet with your supporters, I think they probably want to meet you, the youngest gold medalist!"

"It's just a fake name." Albert threw things on the bed at will, and after Bud closed the door, he asked in a low voice, "When can I get the account over there?"

"It's going to be a few more days. But don't worry, you probably have to stay for a few days." Bud motioned to Albert not to worry.

"What's the matter?" Albert asked with a frown

"All wizards who have won a gold medal need to keep their own spells." Bud explained.

"I want to go back tomorrow, it's not safe here anymore," Albert said.

Bud quickly reacted and nodded and said: "You are indeed not welcomed by some people. It is right to go back to the UK as soon as possible. I am afraid that we will have to wait a few days for the problem here. I will help you with the money when the time comes. Store it in the Gringe vault."

"Then please, we will return to England tomorrow." Albert really didn't want to stay here anymore. Moreover, he felt that Diana and Yanila looked at him very wrongly.

If possible, Albert actually wants to return home now.

However, he must attend the banquet tonight. After all, it can be regarded as a banquet specially prepared for them, and it is very rude to refuse.

There are a variety of carefully prepared and hearty dishes on the table, but the atmosphere is a bit strange.

"To be honest, I am curious how exactly Mr. Anderson won the gold medal?"

Halfway through the banquet, Ms. Camerin finally couldn't help but ask the answer that everyone else wanted to know.

How did you lose.

"Mr. Anderson on the 17th has gone farther than you in the spelling technique." Ms. Monica explained with a smile: "He actually created a very clever spell-casting technique, and he also has a deep in the spell-casting technique. You know. Moreover, you should have discovered that Mr. Anderson has high attainments in silent curses and wandless magic. He is undoubtedly a genius among geniuses."

Everyone was silent, and they could actually see that Albert's silent curse and wandless magic were both brilliant.

"Mr. Anderson's use of the patron saint is also amazing." Mr. Alfer added with a smile, "I've never seen anyone else using the patron saint like that."

The other three looked at each other. Maybe they still had doubts, but seeing the admiration of the referees, they realized that there was a big gap between them and Anderson, which made them a little bit depressed.

After all, no one likes losing games inexplicably.

"Under normal circumstances, the second round of competition basically means that the champion is selected. If you are concerned about the previous generations of competitions, you can't see this."

One of the old referees explained to everyone with a smile: "The third round of gatherings and individual interviews are more to determine whether he is eligible for the championship and the gold medal. By the way, let’s take a look at how everyone’s spells are cast? Of course, these Don't talk outside."

Albert was a bit speechless, but he didn't expect the referee to say it himself.

However, he can actually understand that if he doesn't say it, the other players who are eliminated will probably be very unconvinced.

"Mr. Anderson, I'm afraid you will have to stay here for a few days. We want to talk to you about your spelling techniques and record it."

"We can contact through Owl, or other methods."

Albert, who has been eating silently, raised his head and said: "I don't think it will please some people now, and I want to return to the UK as soon as possible to share this joy with my relatives and friends."

The five referees looked at each other and finally agreed.

It is estimated that those who started the gambling game hated Albert, and the previous blessing poison incident was their trick.

Everyone talked about eleven o'clock before they left each other, Albert also got other people's contact information, the suspected Auror wizard named Demps, working for the Anti-Dark Magic League.

Albert talked with him about the defense against the dark arts for a long time, and finally Demps wanted to introduce Albert into the anti-dark arts alliance.

…

At night, Yanila, wearing a beige nightdress, came out of the bathroom and found her mother Diana sitting on a chair in the room.

"Mom, is there anything?"

Diana looked at her daughter and reminded her with a sigh, "He will be back tomorrow."

Yanila rubbed her hair for a while, her face was tangled.

"Your chances are running out, don't miss it."

Diana put a bright red potion and a key on the table, "You don't hate him, do you?"

"He doesn't like me." Yanila laughed at herself: "He has a girlfriend himself."

"You are wrong. No man doesn't like beautiful women, unless there is a problem with his sexual orientation." Diana walked to Yanila and gently hugged her daughter and said, "Moreover, you are beautiful enough and good enough. As for his character, don’t worry, I asked Bud, Anderson’s character is very good. So, you have to seize the opportunity, if you miss it, I’m afraid you won’t find another one in the future."

"I actually hesitated like you did, but I chose your father in the end. Although we don't meet many times each year, he still loves me very much, even if I am not his wife."

Yanila looked at her mother's leaving back, and became entangled. She dried her hair and stood in front of the full-length mirror to look at herself.

Yanila actually hates doing that, and her self-esteem doesn't allow herself to do it, but Diana is right. She really doesn't hate Albert, and she missed it, and she probably won't do it in the future.

Finally, Yanila gritted her teeth and left her room with the potion and key.

When he arrived outside Albert's room, the door next door suddenly opened, and Bud leaned against the door and calmly looked at Yanila who was taken aback.

"your decision?"

"Well, my decision, do you think this is inappropriate?" Yanila looked at her grandfather, although the number of meetings between the two parties was pitiful.

"I respect your choice." Bud looked at Yanila deeply and said meaningfully, "but your choice does not mean his choice."

The girl looked at the closed door, took a deep breath, picked up the key and inserted it into the keyhole. When she twisted the key and was about to push the door in, she found that the door did not move.

"What's going on?" Yanila looked at the doorknob suspiciously, and then at the door in front of her. She took out her wand and tried to open the door with a door-opening spell, but the door remained motionless.

"Anti-Arahho Cave Curse?" Yanila looked at the door in front of her suspiciously, and finally she chose to open a round hole in the door directly.

When the girl raised her foot and stepped in, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded in the room: "What's the matter? Miss Yanila."

"You haven't slept yet?" Yanila's face flushed quickly, and she sneaked into the man's room in the middle of the night and was caught by the other party. It was really embarrassing.

"I'm actually waiting for you." Albert flicked his wand to light up the lights in the room.

"Do you know what I am here for?" Yanila hid her hand holding the potion behind her.

"Mr. Budd told me about his dark history." Albert said with a smile, "So, I guess you might come tonight.

"My teeth are normal and I don't have the habit of biting people, so you don't have to worry that I will bite your neck suddenly." Yanila mustered up the courage to walk towards Albert, ready to push the opponent down in one breath.

"No, I think you have misunderstood. I actually didn't intend to have anything to do with you." Albert looked at the blond girl who walked in and quickly suppressed the waves in his heart.

"You don't actually need to be like this."

"Do you know how determined I was to come here?" Yanila's face was brushed and turned pale, and she looked very angry.

"I can tell."

"Am I not pretty enough?" Yanila asked.

"No, you are beautiful."

"Then why, I didn't even expect anything, just treat me as a lover." Yanila almost finished her words through gritted teeth.

"I accept that you are beautiful and you are very heartwarming, but I will not do that." Albert said in a calm tone: "I won't make a mess of my future life because of a mistake. Okay, good night Miss Yanila, I wish you a good dream."

After speaking, Albert took out his wand and put Yanila directly down, who was still about to say something.

"Oh, what a pity."

Albert used his magic wand to move the opponent onto his bed, looked at the delicate and lovely face, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Pretty girl, who doesn't like it?

Moreover, they took the initiative to deliver them to the door.

It's just that Albert doesn't think this kind of thing is worthwhile, and Isobel is not an idiot. If something really happens to him, Albert doesn't think this kind of thing can hide Isobel.

Why mess up the good life in the future.

If you really need a woman, you can go back to Isobel tomorrow, and his girlfriend is also very beautiful.

"solved?"

"Um."

Isobel’s resentful voice came from the double-sided mirror: "Speaking of which, you are getting better and better now, and even beautiful girls have taken the initiative to give them a hug."

"Yeah, is indeed a very beautiful girl, I think she is a bit pitiful." Albert sighed softly, "However, you should come out with me, so I won't Encountered these troubles."

"You are right." Isobel regretted that he didn't accompany Albert to Spain.

Man.

He can refuse for you once, twice, three times, or even more, but don't expect him to refuse countless times for you. People can never stay sensible all the time.

Although Isobel does not want to admit it, this is the reality, especially good men, it is always easy to attract other beautiful girls.

"When will you come back tomorrow, I will pick you up." Isobel said.

"Probably... morning!" Albert glanced at the **** the bed and said to Isabel, "I miss you a little bit."

"me too."