The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In the early morning, the weather was fine, the breeze gently blew up the curtains, the sunlight penetrated into the room through the gap, and sprinkled on the sleeping girl's face. For a moment, Isobel opened his eyes in a daze, raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, turned his head to look at the sleeping big boy beside him, blinked, stretched out his hands secretly, and gently tugged at Ai. Burt's sleeping face.

Although she is not yet an adult, her form and style are terribly mature, that is, when she falls asleep, that innocent and cute sleeping face will make the girl feel that she is older than the other party.

From confession, to confirming the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend, and then the two began to date and fall in love, it has been several years, and now they have even begun to talk about marriage. However, Albert is still immature, and it feels incredible to think about it. What's even more absurd is that he has already agreed to the other party's proposal.

Albert moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes of the two met at close range.

Isobel was startled, backed away in a panic, and sat on the bed looking at the boy who just sat up.

"Good morning!"

Albert rubbed his eyes, stretched lazily, turned his head to look at Isobel beside him, and said gently, "If you're not satisfied, even in the morning..."

Before he could finish his words, the pillow slammed on his face, making him shut up.

"It's time to get up, I overslept today, it's all my fault." Isobel got off the bed and began to pick up the clothes that were thrown around last night, and then dug out a beige dress from the suitcase and covered Albert On his head, he was obviously dissatisfied with the guy who kept staring at him.

"I've seen it all."

Albert curled his lips, reached out and took off his clothes. After Isobel put on his nightgown and took the change of clothes to the bathroom, he also got up from the bed and began to put clothes on his body.

When it was late in the morning, the Lemays left breakfast for the two of them: fried eggs, milk, croissants, and a cup of fragrant black tea.

"You can take advantage of today to wander around. There are many fascinating places in France. Don't miss it since you are here." Mrs. Perenal said with a smile: "Also, it is easy to get tired of staying at home and studying things all the time."

When leaving Lemay's house, Isobel blushed slightly, glared at Albert, and muttered softly, "They noticed!"

"At the beginning, when we lived in the same room, they guessed it." Albert looked at the a little embarrassed girlfriend,

I feel that the other party's face is not thick enough, maybe because of the relationship in other people's homes, and it should be in my own home to let go.

I really don't know how enthusiastic French people can find a place at will.

Is it more exciting to do that?

"You've tried your best to take advantage of me." Isobel was depressed to find that he had accidentally fallen into Albert's trap.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"The French are more enthusiastic than you think, they won't care." Albert comforted softly.

"My skin is not as thick as yours." Isobel angrily reached out and pulled Albert's cheek, as if planning to see how thick his skin was.

"If you don't have thick skin, how can you get a beautiful girl." Albert was not annoyed, but smiled and reassured, "Okay, don't be angry, it's rare for us to go to a foreign wizard village, so we should walk around, we are considered to be on vacation."

However, at the end of the sentence, the confidence is a bit lacking.

During this time, Albert has been devoting his energy to studying, and has no time to take Isobel around.

"I've already forgotten that we're actually here on vacation?" Isobel was also a little depressed. This time was more tiring than in school.

"Well, I was wrong."

Speaking, Albert took out a small bag of French magic currency from his pocket, put it on Isobel's palm, and said with a smile: "Today I will accompany you shopping, and stop by the French Wizard Street to shop and buy something. , it's a celebration of our big win."

"You are generous and don't treat money like money."

Isobel couldn't help rolling his eyes, put the purse back into Albert's pocket, and asked, "Isn't that the money that cannot be exchanged for the currency of the magic world? Where did you get the money, over there given?"

"Of course I earned it myself. My uncle Charlie in the Muggle world took my plan to open a milk tea shop and gave me a share every year. Although it's not much, the money is enough."

Albert took some pounds to exchange for Galleons, wizards still need Muggle currency after all, but goblins usually don't need a lot of foreign exchange, this stuff is enough.

As for the bag of French gold coins in his pocket, it was actually the bonus he won the International Wizarding Flag Championship a while ago.

"Okay, you're amazing."

Holding hands, the two walked along the streets of Nikolai village.

Unlike Hogsmeade Village, the village is very clean, the streets are paved with bricks and stones, and it is not as narrow as the previous streets. The only problem is that there are no shops, mostly residents, just a magic grocery store and a tavern.

Oh, yes, and the old home of the LeMays.

There are some stone carvings and clay tablets, some ancient laboratory equipment, parchment, notes or some old books in the old residence.

All in all, it looks a bit like a museum.

The stall at the entrance is selling all kinds of peripherals related to the magic stone, and even the formula for the elixir of life has been figured out.

The middle-aged uncle saw that the two were unhappy, so he secretly lowered his voice and told them that it was Nico and his wife who lived in seclusion in Nikolai Village.

As for where he lives, no one knows.

Albert wanted to laugh a little when he heard it, he knew that this was the other party's routine.

"That person is full of lies." Isobel couldn't help saying after walking out of the 100 meters.

"I know, there's no shortage of this kind of guy anywhere." Albert didn't care either. I've seen this kind of thing a lot in my past life.

After strolling around the village of Nicolas, the two passed the fireplace near the square and headed to the Row of the Wizards in Paris.

It's more suitable for a date or shopping there.

Albert is on a trip to France and has to buy some souvenirs for his family.

The Wizard Street in Paris is similar to the Diagon Alley in London, but it is cleaner and tidy than the Diagon Alley. The streets are very spacious and paved with bricks. The shops on both sides are not only hung with signs, but also some sundries. , as if to tell customers what kind of shop this is.

"It's so lively here!"

Isobel looked at the surrounding shops curiously.

The closest to them was a shop selling cauldrons, and further afield there was a bookstore that seemed to be holding book signings.

Probably halfway through the summer vacation, most of the students came to Wizard Street to shop.

The two just looked outside the bookstore, instead of lining up, the signing was a handsome wizard, which reminded him of Lockhart, who was still receiving treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Isobel was not interested in these, and took Albert to the clothes store, so they went directly to the Toffan Clothing Store, there were already customers in the store, it was for the young sisters.

After the other party turned around, Albert recognized who the other party was at a glance.

Pretty girls with Veela blood are always impressive.

"Long time no see, Miss Delacour?" Albert greeted him politely.

"Oh, hello." Furong's tone was stiff, her eyes swept across Albert, and she looked at the red-haired woman beside him again, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

This woman is prettier than last time.

"Hello, Mr. Champion." Gabriel remembered who this person was, and greeted Albert shyly.

"I prefer you to call me brother."

Albert took out the candy he bought not long ago from his pocket, squatted down and corrected, "I'm still young, it's strange to be called Mr.

"Okay, Mr. Champion." Gabriel took the candy and said with a smile.

"champion?"

Abel, the store manager, looked up and down Albert when he heard the words, but couldn't remember who this person was, but felt that the other party looked a little familiar.

"It's time for us to go, Gabrielle." Fleur nodded towards Albert, then took her sister's hand and prepared to leave.

"Sister, can I visit Cousin Louise's shop?" Gabriel pleaded.

"Oh, of course, we can go and cheer for her, otherwise Louise will be too pitiful."

"What kind of champion are you?" the store manager asked curiously.

"That's just a joke." Albert asked, changing the subject. "Can you show me that hat?"

"Oh, okay." The store manager was immediately distracted, and he took a beret-like hat from the shelf.

"I think this hat matches you well, and it looks good with a skirt." Albert smiled and put the hat on Isobel's head, nodded with satisfaction.

Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly, she didn't have the habit of wearing a hat.

However, she presumably guessed that Albert wanted to buy a hat as a present for his sister, so she helped pick the hat.

"I think girls will like this style better, it suits Nia. And you forgot to buy it for yourself." Isobel picked out a men's hat for Albert.

In the end, when they left the Tailored Garment Store, Albert took three packages, Nia's hat, Isobel's skirt, and a slightly larger dress robe.

"Why did you buy a dress?" Isobel asked in confusion.

"It will come in handy when you are in sixth grade." Albert sighed and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, you have already graduated by then, and I will have to find another dance partner."

"Are you afraid you can't find a dance partner?" Isobel said angrily.

"By the way, then you can pretend to be Katrina and sneak into the school to attend the Christmas ball. Anyway, your sisters look alike, so I guess no one will recognize them."

"Did you predict something again?" Isobel raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Well, a very lively Christmas ball."

With that said, the two turned into a cold drink shop and found that the owner here was actually an acquaintance.

"Louis, I didn't expect to meet you here." Albert looked at Miss Veela in surprise.

"No, I opened this store." Louise asked with a smile, "What do you want?"

"Two servings of strawberry ice cream." Albert said to Louise after looking at Isobel, "Why do you want to open a cold drink shop?"

"I didn't think about what to do for a while, so I found something for myself." Louise brought two cups of strawberry ice cream in front of the two of them, then went to Albert's side and said, "You came to France to be so unexpected. Don't tell me, I can be your tour guide for a few days."

"No, thank you." Isobel said calmly, "We are here to find Albert's teacher and invite him to be our witness."

"Witness?" Louise asked, dumbfounded, "You are getting married, right? I remember that Albert was underage?"

"No, we're just getting engaged first." Isobel took a bite of ice cream and explained calmly, "We'll have to wait for marriage."

"By the way, do you have a newspaper here?" Albert quickly changed the subject. He felt that if he continued talking, he might be finished.

"Congratulations," Louise said tentatively.

"Thank you." Albert said, taking the newspaper.

Louise walked away annoyed, she didn't believe that neither of them had rings on their hands, and Isobel was obviously lying.

Isobel looked up at Louise, who walked away, and at Albert, who was reading the newspaper, and said softly, "You are so welcome."

"You know, I don't actually want to." Albert changed the subject again, "Look this way."

In a section of the paper, Albert saw members of the International Confederation of Wizards criticize Fudge for not informing the Muggle Prime Minister of Black's escape.

"Black escaped." Albert handed Isobel the newspaper.

"So, your prophecy has come true again?" Isobel raised his eyebrows. "No one has ever escaped from Azkaban prison. It's not a good thing to have such a precedent."

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem." Albert comforted softly.

"You seem to have predicted a lot of things?" Isobel took Albert's face with both hands and rubbed it hard, "It's always mysterious."

"Black's target should be Potter?" Albert scooped a scoop of ice cream and stretched it out in front of Isobel, "Everything weird happens, and it has something to do with Harry Potter, something I don't understand. Just put it on Potter."

"..." Isobel.

"Oh, it's really you."

A voice suddenly sounded from outside.

The two of them turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Hetok walking towards them.

"Mr. Hertok, why are you here." Albert looked at the acquaintance sitting across from them in surprise.

"I came to France for some things. When I just passed by, I came in to have a look." Hetok suddenly said again, "By the way, do you want to join the Extraordinary Apothecary Association?"

"Isn't it that ungraduated wizards can't join?" Albert asked suspiciously.

"It used to be true, but the conditions for membership were changed a while ago. As long as there is an invitation from an association member and you pass the membership assessment, you can become a member of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association." Hetok said with a smile, "Okay, come with me. Bar!"

The two looked at each other, said hello to Louise, and went to the Extraordinary Apothecary Association with Hertok.