The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"Have you offended Snape again?"

Lee Jordan stuffed the book into his bag and couldn't help complaining to Albert, "Why does he always like to run behind and stare at you during class."

Being watched from behind by Snape was not a good experience.

Today's potion had turned into a pile of unknown liquid with a strange smell. He was ridiculed a lot by Snape, and he got a T for it.

"Who knows!"

Albert slumped the backpack over his shoulders, glanced up at Snape at the podium table, and said indifferently: "Anyway, no matter what he looks at, it doesn't matter to me, just let him stare if you want to. , when Snape gets tired of staring, he will give up on his own."

Snape seems to have decided it had something to do with Albert since the last time.

Every potions class, the potions professor would take special care of him, as if he wanted to see something out of him.

It's a pity that Albert's Occlumency is very high, and even if Snape stared out his eyes, he wouldn't be able to get any useful information.

To Snape, who deliberately made trouble for himself, Albert was very calm.

What's more, Snape didn't have any positive evidence.

Although he doesn't need evidence either.

Lee Jordan, who was his partner, would not be calm without him, and could not bear the harassment of Snape's gaze.

"There will be Quidditch training later, so let's go first." Fred and George sighed and complained, "Recently, Wood is like a training madman, saying that since the broom is not good, he uses technology to do it. make up."

"At the beginning, did you expect this kind of thing to happen, so you didn't want to become a full member?" Looking at the Weasley brothers who left in a hurry, Lee Jordan asked Albert sideways.

"Actually, I hate training." Albert did not deny that he did not hate flying, but he hated training rain or shine. Joining the Quidditch team was obviously not a good choice.

"It's hard for Gryffindor to win the Quidditch trophy this year." Lee Jordan took two quick steps and walked down the corridor alongside Albert. "Slytherin's new broom is really fast."

"It doesn't matter, we won the Quidditch championship last year anyway." Albert knew that this year's Quidditch match would be abandoned because of the basilisk.

"Aren't we going to the library together?"

"No, I still have an appointment, see you tonight."

"Really." Lee Jordan walked towards the fifth floor alone, greeted Shanna not far away, and was about to invite him to the library to do homework together.

Now, Fred and George can't count on them. Those two bastards are not focused on their studies. They always need to learn from his homework. Albert has been missing recently, and it is estimated that he has gone on a date with his girlfriend.

Lee Jordan really guessed right, Albert did go on a date.

Just as he passed the corridor on the second floor, Albert suddenly stopped, preparing to switch to another secret passage to the eighth floor.

When alone, Albert always needs to be very careful, and will deliberately avoid the girls' bathroom on the second floor.

No way, although the first attack was on Halloween, and the unfortunate person who was attacked was Filch's cat, but Albert, as the most famous Muggle wizard in the school, is really suitable for being used by Voldemort to open a knife, and he should guard against it. , lest one day really accidentally suffer.

"Be careful of dog life is king." Albert murmured.

"Albert."

Suddenly, Albert heard someone calling him.

Hermione Granger trotted hurriedly this way, followed by a reluctant Ron Weasley.

"Is something wrong?"

Albert stopped and turned to ask.

"Well, there is something, I think..." Hermione came to Albert's side panting.

"Don't say it here, you really have no sense of confidentiality." Albert interrupted rather speechlessly.

The three of them came to a place where no one was there, and Hermione couldn't wait to talk about Harry immediately.

It turned out that the savior Potter had occasionally heard a voice since he went to Lockhart's confinement, but neither she nor Ron could hear it.

In the wizarding world, it's definitely not a good thing to hear voices that others can't hear.

"Did you tell Professor McGonagall about this?" Albert asked.

"Professor McGonagall would have thought Harry was joking with her," Hermione whispered. "Probably thought Harry was just trying to get everyone's attention."

She came to Albert, more because Albert had said before the start of school that the news that the house-elf sent to Harry was probably true, something terrible was about to happen in the school, and Harry Hearing a voice that no one else has heard is likely to be an omen of some sort.

Well, it was really guessed by Hermione.

"This matter is indeed worthy of attention." Albert nodded. "Next time Harry hears that voice again, let him record the content of the voice so that I can make an analysis."

"Can you... give us a divination." Ron looked at Albert and said, this is the main purpose they came to Albert. When everyone said that Albert's divination was accurate, he had long thought See it for yourself.

"Okay, just this time, the next time I will be charged." Albert raised his eyebrows and said to the two, "Come with me!"

Albert took Ron and Hermione back to his dormitory, took out the crystal ball from the cabinet and put it on the table, looked at the two who were looking at the room and asked, "What do you want to predict?"

"Something terrible is going to happen at Hogwarts," Hermione said first.

"I see."

Albert closed his eyes, put his hand on the crystal ball, and began to predict.

Both Ron and Hermione stared at the crystal ball, seemingly curious about what they would see.

There was a change on the crystal ball, and they seemed to see an open book with what seemed to be written on the pages.

The prophecy will soon end.

Hermione and Ron stared blankly at the reverted crystal ball.

"What does that mean?" Ron asked in confusion.

"The Secret Room," Hermione said softly.

"My ability to predict is not strong, at most I can only predict to this extent." Albert said calmly, "The horrible things the house elf said should refer to the legend of the secret room."

The two looked at Albert together, hoping to get some answers from him.

"It is said that Slytherin has a secret room, and only the heir can open the secret room." Albert said, "It is said that there is a terrifying thing locked in the secret room, which can purify the school."

"A horrible thing?" Hermione immediately grabbed the key word, "What a horrible thing."

"I don't know." Albert shook his head, "No one found the secret room."

"Can you……"

"One hundred Galleons." Albert interrupted suddenly, "If you want me to continue prophesying, the price is one hundred Galleons."

"It's not too expensive."

Glancing at the stunned Ron, Albert reminded kindly, "Also, I don't recommend you continue to make predictions. The content of this prediction is so little that it can explain the problem, even if you ask me to predict the secret room. Where is the entrance, what are the monsters in the secret room, it is difficult to get results, because prophecy can only give us some fragments of what will happen in the future."

"Are fortune-tellers so profitable?" Ron couldn't help swallowing. Albert was a hundred Galleons when he opened his mouth, and he really stunned him.

"Real masters of prophecy do make a lot of money."

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