The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Dusk, the sky is getting dark.

An owl flew across the sky towards a small estate on the edge of the remote village of Senas. It circled over the manor and finally flew directly into the house from an open window.

The sudden owl startled the busy house elf in the kitchen, it quickly protected the freshly baked dinner, and shouted at the uninvited owl: "Don't fly around, give me the letter, and I will Give the letter to the master."

The owl apparently had no intention of delivering the letter to the house-elves, flapping its wings and hovering over the kitchen, making the house-elves scream in horror: "Don't do this, you'll ruin your master's dinner and make a mess in Mara's kitchen. "

The house-elf tried to reach out and grab the owl that was flying into the kitchen, but soon found himself in vain and had to open the kitchen door and scream, "I'll take you to see the master, stop flying."

The owl lightly passed through the door, flew down the corridor toward the dining room, and threw the envelope to the middle-aged man who was reading the Daily Prophet.

"Sorry master, I couldn't stop it," Mara said uneasily.

"It's okay, is dinner ready?" Hetok asked, flipping through the newspaper.

"It's ready, I'll bring the food right away." Mara opened the dining room window, threw the owl who had troubled it, and hurried back to the kitchen to bring the freshly prepared food.

"Who sent the letter?"

Hetock put down the Daily Prophet, picked up the envelope in front of him, and found that it was actually sent by Albert, whom he had met not long ago, so he opened the envelope and quickly read the contents of the letter.

After reading half of the contents of the letter, Hetock frowned, because he saw Albert in the letter mentioning the idea of ​​a potion that could prolong life. The letter also attached some of his thoughts and research.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the potion master's mouth. He did not laugh at Albert, but felt that Albert had reached that age.

Anyone who dares to challenge death is a genius in the field of potions.

Only a potion genius with a heart higher than the sky would have such an arrogant idea of ​​using potion to defeat death.

Once upon a time, creating an elixir of life was the long-cherished wish of countless potion masters!

It's a pity that the wizard who successfully created the elixir,

But an alchemist.

This is a bit ironic.

Moreover, the manufacture of elixir has nothing to do with potions, and more needs to rely on magic stones to complete.

At the beginning, the young Hertoc was also immersed in the research of elixir, and tried to brew the so-called elixir. After failing again and again, he secretly collected the elixir brewed by Mr. Nicole Lemay. , tried to reverse the formula of the medicine, but all ended in failure.

Seeing a similar "recipe" from Albert's letter, Hetock even suspected that it was the formula of the elixir that Albert got from Nicole Lemay and improved it.

no way.

Hetok took a closer look and found that the material of the potion formula mentioned in the letter was very similar to the stuff he had studied before.

He didn't think such a formula would be successful, because Mr. Nico had personally told him that if there was no magic stone, according to the formula of the elixir of immortality, it would only be a pot of poisonous potion.

Since then, Hertok has no interest in tossing the so-called elixir of life.

"Mara, bring me the stationery and quill, I want to write a letter." Hetock didn't mean to preach, but just told Albert about some of his experiences back then, and said that if the other party wanted the original research record, or borrow him

"By the way, has the letter from the Extraordinary Apothecary Association arrived?" Hetok suddenly thought of something, raised his head and asked the house elf in the middle of writing the letter.

"There is no master yet." Mara said sharply: "Mara has been paying attention to the letter from the Extraordinary Apothecary Association as requested by the master."

Hettock murmured: "It seems that old Bernard doesn't want me to be a judge."

The five-yearly Magic School Potions Championship is about to begin,

Most of the Gold Card members of the Extraordinary Apothecary Society are eligible to be members of the jury panel of various potion competitions. The notification letter has not been sent yet, which means that he has not been invited to become a member of the jury.

It's not the same as said before.

Who's doing the shit, Huttock can guess even with his knees.

Bernard's trick again.

However, Bernard did not dare to go too far, and the referee qualifications will most likely be handed over to Damocles.

"It's time to write a letter to Damocles and ask about the specific situation." Hetok muttered, "By the way, I also have to write to Dumbledore to confirm this matter."

This summer, Huttock heard some rumours and, though not too sensitive to certain things, knew that good results and a slew of titles could make Albert less of a drag on Wizengamot's back-up.

Albert needs a champion of the Magic School Potions Championship and Hertok wants Albert to be the champion.

If he misses this one, then Albert, like Damocles, will no longer have the chance to win the Potions Championship.

What's more, he didn't want the championship title to fall into the hands of Bernard's juniors. Everyone knew that Bernard relaxed the age of membership in order to pave the way for his grandson.

As for being spurned?

Bernard is not worried either, politicians are already thick-skinned.

What's more, no matter how bad Bernard's grandson is, he still has Bernard's help. Bernard publishes his research results to his grandson, who can say anything?

However, this is not the main reason why some pharmacists hate Bernard. After all, no one has any opinion on what Bernard wants to do with his invention.

But Bernard's attempt to control the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association into his political bargaining chip made many pharmacists unbearable.

The Extraordinary Apothecary Association was originally a relatively loose organization. Everyone gathered together to better exchange knowledge of potions and to have a place where they could get the medicines they needed faster. Pi caused a lot of trouble for everyone, and also blocked the supply of medicinal materials for some wizards, setting a very bad precedent.

The pharmacists who had a good relationship in the past also started to join the group to compete for the rights in the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association. Everyone hoped that in the next election, Bernard would get out of the position of the president, but they still made the association a mess. a mess.

Thinking of these bad things, Hertoc even more did not want Bernard to get his wish.

After writing his reply to Albert, he continued to write to Dumbledore. As for Damocles, Hertoc plans to find time to visit him another day.