The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"My grandson, Mark, now attends Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Jonas pointed to the freckled young man next to him and introduced to Albert: "I think there should be more topics between you young people!"

Albert's mouth twitched slightly, looking directly at the boy who was slightly older than him, and greeted him in French: "Hello, I'm Albert Anderson, I'm studying at Hogwarts now. Tsz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Mark was stunned for a moment. After receiving Jonas's signal, he brought Albert to a corner of the room and introduced himself: "I'm Mark Schmidt. Are you coming to Germany for a vacation, Albert?"

Mark was curious, it was the first time he had met other wizarding school students.

"No, we're just passing through Germany, and Mr. Serra said he wanted to drop by to visit an old friend." Albert explained angrily to the old man not far away, "Probably also introduced Mr. Jonas to me by the way. It means to know."

"Introduce my grandfather to you?"

Mark was a little confused for a while, but quickly turned his attention to another matter, "Mr. Sierra?"

He noticed Albert's address to the old man, and opened his mouth slightly, "I thought..."

"No, no, I only met Mr. Serra through letters at first. He should be barely half my teacher." Albert thought for a while and said, "My elders knew him and asked me to tell Mr. Serra. Come out and learn more."

Mark suddenly didn't know what to say. He couldn't understand why Albert's family could safely let their children go out with others.

No matter how you look at it, this thing seems odd.

Mark, however, is also a relatively talkative person, and quickly diverts the conversation elsewhere.

"What kind of place is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"very funny."

Albert recalled for a moment and said seriously, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts was cursed by a strong dark wizard, which caused the class to need to change professors every year, and various professors came to the school. Each year brings unexpected surprises to students.”

"Oh, what a shame, that never happened at Beauxbatons."

Albert could hear a strong sense of pride from Mark's tone, "By the way, can you play wizard chess?"

"meeting."

"Then let's play the next game!" Mark introduced excitedly, "Tomorrow, France will hold an international wizard chess game, and I will also participate."

"Oh, that's awesome."

However, he didn't care about the showy tone of the other party, but was a little curious about Mark's wizard chess level.

Due to the small number of wizards and none of them professional yet, Albert seriously doubted the competency of the contestants.

Mark took the chessboard from nowhere, so he played chess with Albert in such high spirits.

"What kind of school is Beauxbatons?" Albert continued on the topic just now.

"The Castle of Beauxbatons?" Mark said casually, "in the mountains, um, the Pyrenees. Anyone who has visited the school will be attracted by the magically created gardens and the castle surrounded by lawns. "

"Do you speak French?" Albert asked.

"Yes, everyone needs to learn French." Mark was quite excited when talking about his school. "The majority of French students in the academy. Of course..."

He frowned and looked at the chessboard, realizing that the situation was not in his favor.

After thinking for a long time, Mark continued, "My classmates also include students from Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands, Luxembourg, and Belgium. Originally I planned to go to Durmstrang School of Magic, but that school has become very famous in recent years. Oops, so my family sent me to France. To be honest, French is hard to learn, it took me a long time to learn, and I envy you being fluent in French.”

This is the sore point of studying abroad.

You need to learn the local language, otherwise you won't be able to communicate at all,

Mark suffered a lot for this.

"Well, I'm very talented in language." Albert looked at the changes on the chessboard. Mark's wizard chess level was not bad, but it was also a good level, slightly higher than Ron Weasley.

In Albert's impression, the best wizard chess player is Bard, and his chess skills were also honed during that time with Bard. "

"you win."

Mark asked dryly, "Are all Hogwarts students good at wizard chess?"

"No, the level is average."

"If you go to international wizarding games, you can definitely get good results."

"Someone said something similar to me." Albert didn't care whether he won or not, and continued, "Tell me about your school."

"During the banquet at Beauxbatons Castle, the mountain fairies will serenade the students... During Christmas, the auditorium will be filled with huge glittering ice sculptures that won't melt..." Mark said mysteriously, "However, cloth The most representative of Sparton is the fountain in the garden, which has the ability to heal and beautify. It is the statue of Nicole Lemay and Perenal Lemay. The fountain is named after the two, you know Who are Nicole Lemay and Perenal Lemay?"

"Of course." Albert nodded, "I know them."

"A lot of people know them," Mark said, apparently unaware of the meaning of Albert's words, "Let's play another game!"

"Does the spring water really have the ability to heal and beautify?" Albert knew what Mark was thinking and didn't care, but continued to ask.

"I don't know." Mark shook his head and said, "The fountain is forbidden for students to approach, but there are still girls who will secretly take some of the spring water."

Soon he stopped talking and focused all his attention on the chessboard, it was obvious that Mark wanted to win, but...

He still lost, a little bit badly.

Losing five games in a row made Mark begin to doubt himself whether it would be wise for him to take part in an international wizarding game at his level.

Albert casually comforted a few words, then left Mark to chat with the two old people Serra, and by the way asked about some things he was curious about, such as the transfer door.

Before leaving, Albert got a price list from Jonas.

"Mark, what do you think of Albert?" Jonas asked away two guests, looking at his grandson.

"A great man."

"Uh, that's normal, he's a genius, a real genius." Jonas looked at his grandson and reminded, "Having a good relationship with him won't do you any harm."

"I don't think I'm going to participate in the International Wizarding Chess tournament anymore," Mark said suddenly.

"why."

"I lost." Mark said with a wry smile, "I lost five games in a row, so I don't think it's a shame to go to the International Wizarding Chess tournament."

"Mark, it's not scary to lose, what's scary is that you have no courage to fight." Jonas looked at his grandson and said seriously.

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