The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Hagrid's desire to become a professor of conservation of magical creatures didn't keep Fred, George, and Lee Jordan down for long. As for the wound on the back of Fred's hand, it has completely recovered under Madam Pomfrey's treatment.

The end of October is creeping in, and Hogwarts students from Year 3 and up are talking about going to Hogsmeade.

Fred and George wanted to go to Joko's joke shop to replenish stink bombs, and by the way, see if they could inquire about some experience in opening the shop from the store manager.

However, will the manager of Zuoko be willing to share the experience of opening a store with the twins? Albert was skeptical, but not everyone was as generous as he was.

On the morning of Halloween, Albert woke up with everyone, and when he went downstairs for breakfast, he could smell the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkins in the air in the corridor on the first floor.

"Today is another good day." George happily stuffed the pumpkin pie into his mouth,

"You can go to Hogsmeade and have a good time." Fred swallowed the grilled sausage and took another sip of pumpkin juice, "In the evening, you can also attend the Halloween dinner and have a good dinner. "

"You can also go to the nearly headless Nico's 500th birthday party." Albert raised his head from the newspaper and glanced at Hermione who was arrogantly reminding Harry to keep his promise not far away.

"What is the death anniversary party?" Lee Jordan asked in confusion.

"It's a gathering of ghosts." Albert retracted his gaze, continued to read the headlines in the Daily Prophet, and explained casually.

"Ghost party?" George asked suspiciously. "How did you know?"

"Harry Potter mentioned it just now, but you didn't pay attention." Albert motioned the three of them to look sideways. Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting two tables away from them. They all looked sideways.

"Sounds interesting." Fred was intrigued.

"Don't be stupid, ghost food is not suitable for human appetite." Albert looked at Fred with the eyes of a fool, and said angrily, "If you can swallow the moldy and rotten food at the banquet, then when I didn't say anything."

After Harry heard Albert's words, his face became ugly, and he didn't want to go to the death party at all now. However, in the end, he gave in under Hermione's eyes. Ron originally listened to Albert's words and didn't want to go, but Hermione gave him a stern look and shrank his neck in a guilty conscience. Who made them promise to accompany him? What about Harry going to Nick's death party?

"By the way, don't you plan to go to Hogsmeade with us later?" Lee Jordan looked at Albert, who was reading the newspaper seriously, and asked tentatively.

"Well, I have an appointment with someone else." Albert said without looking up.

"Just say go on a date." Fred gave Albert a white look. This guy hasn't gone to Hogsmeade with them since he had a girlfriend.

"What are you reading, is there any major news in the paper?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.

"Well, the wolf venom potion has been completed, Mr. Damocles disclosed the formula of the potion, and received the Merlin Medal for this." Albert briefly introduced.

"Wolf Poison Potion, what is that?" The three asked in confusion. Being able to get the Merlin Medal with just one potion, the Wolf Poison Potion is undoubtedly a great invention.

"A potion that, when consumed, will keep werewolves safe and sound while they transform."

Albert quickly looked at the above recipe and blending process, raised his eyebrows, and his expression was very strange.

In fact, Damocles invented the wolf poison potion very early, but the configuration of this potion is very difficult, and the raw materials are very expensive, and it is not something that a werewolf can afford.

Later, Hetok Dagworth also invited Albert to participate in the improvement of the werewolf potion, not only them, but also many famous potion masters participated in it, although the configuration of the potion was difficult and the price of the raw materials used are reduced a lot, but for the poor werewolf,

There is no difference between a hundred Galleons and a thousand Galleons, and they can't be used anyway.

Of course, the wolf poison potion is not that expensive, but the price is not affordable for the werewolf.

Albert couldn't help shaking his head after reading it.

"What's wrong?" Fred noticed Albert's shaking of his head.

"The price is too high."

"The price is too expensive?"

"As we all know, werewolves have always been discriminated against by wizards, and it is difficult to find jobs in the magic world. They are basically a group of poor ghosts, and they can't afford this stuff at all." Albert said angrily, "You must take wolf before the full moon. Poison potion needs to consume at least dozens of Galleons every month, not counting the waste caused by the failure to prepare the potion, and what is even worse is that the number of wizards capable of preparing wolf poison potion is very small."

The three of them already understood what Albert meant. The wolf poison potion is indeed a great invention, but the werewolves can't afford it!

"By the way, if you have time, come with us to Joko's joke shop. Maybe you can get some useful experience from Joko's mouth." Fred changed the topic. Not particularly concerned.

"You can talk about wizard cards." Albert casually made an excuse for the three of them, "Tell Joko that you want to open a shop selling wizard cards in the future, remember not to tell Joko too many wizard cards. It's a matter of fact, so that the other party will fool you into saying everything without talking a few words."

"We know what to do." After Fred and George looked at each other, he took out his notebook and made a note so that he would not forget it later.

"See you at the dinner party." Albert accompanied the three to the front hall, sent them away under Filch's watchful eyes, and then slowly took out a pocket watch from his pocket to check the time, and returned to the auditorium hall , while reading the newspaper, while continuing to wait for the arrival of the appointed time.

"I hope you didn't wait too long."

It didn't take long for Albert to hear Isobel's voice coming from his side.

"Let's go."

Albert stood up and left the auditorium hall under the gazes of the girls. Before leaving, he glanced at Mrs. Norris at the feet of Filch who was checking the list in the entrance hall.

"What's wrong?"

On the way to the school gate, Isobel asked, and she obviously noticed Albert's actions just now.

"The prophecy I made earlier has never been fulfilled." Albert said softly, "However, I feel that something may happen at the banquet today."

"Why do you think like this?" Isobel felt a little strange.

"It's an intuition." Albert stretched out his hand to hold the girl's soft palm and said with a smile, "Okay, let's not talk about this, where are we going later, or Madam Padiff Teahouse?"

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