The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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"Don't worry, there's still time!"

In the car, Herb tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, looked straight at the crowded road ahead, and comforted his son in the back seat softly.

There was a traffic jam in the morning, delaying them on the road for an hour.

"I'm not worried."

Albert looked sideways at Nia, who stretched out her hand to cover her yawn, and suggested, "If you're very sleepy, take a nap first."

"If you're sleepy, eat something, we're almost at King's Cross."

Daisy in the passenger seat reached out and handed a package of candy, reminding, "Don't stay up late in the future, it's not good for your skin, and staying up late at your age is prone to acne on your face."

"Give."

Albert had a salty candy in his mouth, and he tore it up and handed it to Nia's mouth.

"thanks."

She opened her mouth to put the candy in her mouth, leaned her head on Albert's shoulder, and muttered, "I didn't expect wizards to get stuck in traffic."

"Wizards who can't use magic are actually no different from ordinary people."

Albert unpacked the owl nuts again, and took one to feed Sheila, who closed her eyes to rest in the cage, and glanced inadvertently at the two Dawson green shadows passing by the car window.

"what is that?"

Albert opened the window and frowned slightly, looking at the old dark green cars that drove recklessly on the road like a Knight Bus.

"What's the matter, is there anything outside?"

Nia's head froze, and she looked suspiciously at Albert who was staring out the window.

"There are two Ministry of Magic cars."

"Wizards also use cars?" Daisy said in a strange tone, "I thought wizards all used flying carpets."

"Are you sure? Why didn't I see it just now." Herb looked forward suspiciously.

"Wizards have enchanted cars so that ordinary people can't see them, otherwise they will drive indiscriminately.

I don't know how many people to frighten. "Albert looked at the road ahead and said helplessly: "It's gone now. "

"Magic is incredible."

Herb drove the car to King's Cross Station. When they arrived, it was nearly eleven o'clock. After Albert hurriedly bid farewell to his family, he pushed his luggage and walked towards King's Cross Station.

He found martial law outside the platform, with Ministry employees patrolling the area.

Albert ignored them, and accelerated his pace across platform nine and three-quarters. The red steam train immediately came into view. He pushed his luggage and walked towards the Hogwarts Express. On the way, he also met the red-haired Weiss. The Sly family, they are saying goodbye to each other.

Not far away, Percy was talking to the Ravenclaw girls, showing off his student council president's badge, while Ginny and the Weasley twins watched and laughed.

"Old man, you are so late today." Fred and George spotted Albert almost immediately.

"There was a traffic jam in the middle of the road, and I waited for a long time on the road." Albert asked, changing the subject, "By the way, you two came here in a car from the Ministry of Magic?"

"How would you know?"

"I happened to see it on the way. The Ministry of Magic really took great pains to protect Harry Potter." Albert had already seen Lee Jordan, who was waving at them with his hand out the window, and also waved to him. , and then pushed the luggage towards the other side together.

"The chance to make a fortune you said last time was Black, right?"

When no one was around, the twins couldn't help but ask Albert about it.

"If Blake didn't have a wand, the danger wouldn't be too high. If he had a wand, it wouldn't be too dangerous if we just ambush him." Albert's tone was calm, completely ignoring Blake. "He probably didn't expect any students to follow his bounty."

"That's cool." George opened the compartment door and turned to Albert. "Dad, he's worried that Blake will hurt Harry."

"Actually, the entire wizarding world is worried about Blake." Fred grinned. "There are very few people who treat him like a bag of Galleons like you do."

"Do you know where Blake is?" Lee Jordan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He should be hiding around Hogwarts. As long as the timing is right, we will have a chance to catch him, so don't worry, he can't escape." Albert asked with a smile: "You go again this summer vacation. Africa?"

Lee Jordan reached out and took Albert's suitcase and asked, "How do you know that my uncle took me on vacation to Africa, where there are a lot of interesting things."

"Because you've become darker than ever." Fred and George laughed horribly.

"Shut up, I just heard your family calling you." Lee Jordan said angrily.

"Oh, help us put our luggage away." Fred and George said and hurriedly got out of the car to say goodbye to their families.

"The bracelet on your arm is a bit like the African style." Albert looked at the figures of Fred and George leaving, took out his wand from his pocket and waved it lightly, and the luggage automatically floated onto the shelf. All right.

"It's really yours. Saying you brought a cat again, it's really fat, isn't it?" Lee Jordan reached out to touch Tom's head, but Tom turned his head to avoid it.

Albert reached out and rubbed Tom's cat's head, and said helplessly, "I'm trying to lose weight recently and reduce the amount of dried fish, so Tom has been a little angry recently."

"By the way, this is for you."

Albert took an ordinary stone from Lee Jordan, his eyes fell on the carving marks on the stone, and he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What is this?"

"The token of the dream messenger." Lee Jordan pretended to be mysterious and explained: "It is said that the students who can be admitted to the Waggardu School of Magic will get the news from the headmaster through the dream messenger. And those dream messengers will be when the children sleep. When they’re in, leave them a token—usually a stone with an inscription. When the child wakes up, he’ll find it in his hand.”

"The token refers to this kind of stone, so it shouldn't have been carved on a random stone!" Albert looked suspiciously at the stone in front of him: "Did you buy it from a stall in Africa? When I went to Nico's hometown, I saw the wizard over there selling the Philosopher's Stone, one Galleon one by one."

Albert raised his head and looked into Lee Jordan's eyes, and said angrily, "You must have been deceived by someone as a fool."

"Cough, okay, you're right, my uncle told me that this thing was carved out of stone." Lee Jordan had an undisguised embarrassment on his face, but he didn't expect Albert to see through it at a glance, In desperation, he had to take out another stone and said: "This thing is the token of the dream messenger."

"No difference? You must have been tricked!" Albert knew that Lee Jordan wasn't lying, but he still doubted it. "A lot of things in those tourist areas are bluffing."

"That's right, Lee Jordan has no sincerity at all. Look what we bought for you."

After Fred and George opened the compartment door and walked in, they took out a book from the non-marking stretch bag: "We asked Bill to help buy an alchemy book, which is good at this, and this stuff."

George said proudly, "Isn't it more sincere than that guy Lee Jordan?"

The latter couldn't help rolling his eyes and asked, "What about my share?"

"Here's yours." George put a small yellow pill bottle on the table.

"what is this?"

"Honey's honey," Fred said mysteriously. "They say it's a good thing."

"Honey?"

"Dead people pickled in honey." Albert said angrily, "Some people say it's aphrodisiac, but that's all nonsense."

Lee Jordan gagged at the twins and couldn't help complaining, "Are you disgusting?"

"Well, it's actually just a normal bottle of honey."

"Then you dared to talk about me just now." Li Jordan was a little angry, and seemed to want to tear open the twins' mouths and pour the honey from the medicine bottle into Fred and George's mouths.

Fred and George ignored him, all eyes were on the box Albert took out, and they couldn't help asking, "What is this, French food?"

"The famous French sweet macaron." Albert pointed to the food in the box and said, "I asked the house elf to make it for me the day before yesterday."

"Doing it by house-elves?"

"This stuff can only be kept for 5-7 days. Of course, if you want to eat it, you have to make it fresh." Albert said of course, "I also bought a bottle of champagne, and when we catch Blake, I will take it out to celebrate."

"It's really bloody mildew for Blake to be targeted by you."

Fred and George were tasting macarons while observing a moment of silence for a fugitive. They didn't think the guy Albert was targeting could escape unless he wasn't around Hogwarts.

Tom also seemed to be very interested in the food in the box, so he put the big painted face close to him, but fortunately, Albert pulled it open in time, otherwise the food in the box would have been ruined.