The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Suddenly a whistle sounded on the platform.

A jet of steam erupted from the chimney of the locomotive, flooding the entire platform in an instant, and the train shook and began to move.

The Weasley brothers hurriedly put their macarons in their mouths, put their arms out of the car window, and waved goodbye to the Weasleys on the platform until the train completely left the people on the platform behind.

After Albert finished eating the macarons, he stood up and said to the three: "I have to go to the prefect's carriage."

"Oh, we almost forgot, you are already a prefect now." The three winked at Albert and said happily, "We are now covered by a prefect."

"By the way, this is for you."

When Albert opened the compartment door to leave, he seemed to think of something and handed a bottle of potion to Fred.

"what is this?"

Fred took the glass medicine bottle, stared at the golden liquid inside, blinked and asked, "Fu Lingli?"

"It's the euphoria." Albert said angrily.

"We thought it was a euphoria." The twins asked in mock disappointment, "What are you giving us the euphoria?"

"The Dementors will definitely come and check the train to see if Blake is hiding in one of the cars on the train."

"Why did the dementors come to check on the train, did Blake really hide on the train?" Lee Jordan couldn't understand how Blake got on the train.

"Black is definitely not that stupid, it should be just a routine investigation." All three looked at Albert, hoping to get a satisfactory answer.

"Dementors won't let such an opportunity pass. For them, this train is a feast." Albert said meaningfully, "After those guys come, you can drink this stuff, you will Make you feel more comfortable."

"They shouldn't do anything to the students!" George asked worriedly.

"Those unlucky bastards who are aroused will be sucked out of some happiness. If you don't like it, quickly learn the Patronus Charm, and then just put a Patronus on the faces of the dementors. However, If you can't summon a physical Patronus, don't use the Patronus Charm on Dementors, that's a provocation."

"Okay, see you later."

Albert beckoned to the fat cat Tom: "Go Tom, you are so heavy, don't expect me to hold you all the time."

Looking at the closed car door, Fred suddenly said, "I think he's going to do that."

"Didn't you say that the dementors are Azkaban's guards?" Lee Jordan frowned, thinking that the dementors would probably be checked on the train.

"Dementors are evil monsters, they are unreliable."

Albert was walking in the aisle of the train and felt that many people were staring at him with great interest, and a few people were stabbing the people sitting next to them with their elbows, pointing at him and whispering.

After passing through a few cars, Albert came to the front prefect car. Before opening the car door, he took out the prefect badge from his pocket and put it on his chest, then opened the door and walked in.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, all the people in the carriage turned their heads and looked over.

Albert saw a lot of acquaintances.

Shanna from Gryffindor, Katrina from Ravenclaw, and Diggory from Hufflepuff all became prefects. As for Slytherin, Albert was too lazy to pay attention, since the relationship between the two parties has always been bad.

Of course, their predecessors, the previous prefects, are also here.

Everyone looked at Albert, but no one was surprised by his appearance.

Being stared at by seventeen pairs of eyes, Albert was not embarrassed. After nodding at Percy and Isobel, he sat directly on the vacant seat next to Shanna, and bent over to pick up the fat cat Tom and put it on the table. .

"Cough cough."

Percy Weasley cleared his throat and said, "Okay, everyone's here, now I'll talk about the powers and responsibilities of becoming a prefect."

"Tom's getting fatter!"

Shanna raised her hand and poked Tom, who was curled up in a ball, and whispered.

"It's been a little bit less exercise lately, and I'm trying to lose weight on it.

"Albert stroked Tom's soft hair with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

On the other hand, Percy Weasley was already talking about the rights and responsibilities of prefects.

It is nothing more than patrolling, maintaining order, preventing students from fighting and playing, using prohibited items, providing help to professors at Hogwarts, and leading the way for freshmen in their respective colleges...

Of course, the prefect and the student council president will have their own meeting room, and by the way, they can also use the prefect's bathroom in the castle...

In short, there is not much that the prefect needs to do, but Percy just put on the air of leadership and talked to everyone for more than half an hour, making everyone very impatient.

The girls need to go to Isobel's for another few minutes' small meeting.

After the prefect's training was over, Percy let the newly appointed prefects go out on patrol and let the other students get to know him.

In Albert's words: showing off the authority of the prefect.

"Aren't you going out on patrol?" Percy looked at Albert suspiciously.

"I'm not interested in showing off." Albert shrugged, walked to the vacant seat beside Isobel, and sat with her.

Percy was speechless.

The girls in the carriage looked at the two of them curiously and spoke in low voices.

"It's time to lose weight." Isobel urged, rubbing Tom's ears, "It's too fat, be careful not to catch mice."

"Tom doesn't eat mice." Albert took out a comb from his pocket, thought about it, and then took out a photo for Isobel to see.

"Forgot to tell you last time, Tom has a litter of kittens with other female cats."

"So cute, any other pictures?"

Isobel looked at the litter of cats in the photo and murmured softly.

"Yes, but I only have this photo by my side." Albert looked at Tom who was lying lazily on the table letting Isobel brush his hair, and couldn't help shaking his head: This guy is now a cat man.

The Hogwarts Express continued to drive north, and the scenery outside the window was getting darker and darker. When everyone started to enjoy lunch, it started to rain outside, the scenery outside the window began to blur, and the temperature in the car dropped a little.

"It seems to want to eat?" Isobel moved the pumpkin pie he just bought and found that Tom's eyes kept following it.

"No, it's just hungry." Albert took out a small package of dried fish from his pocket, tore the package, and fed it to Tom.

"Is that all right?"

"This is his lunch." Albert gave Tom the rest of the small dried fish, watched him lick the wrapping paper bag, and then looked at him eagerly.

"No, you're losing weight."

Meow!

Tom let out a dissatisfied cry, turned and pointed his butt at Albert.

"It's angry"

"Who keeps it from exercising normally."

Albert took a bite of the pumpkin pie and took out a box from the seamless stretch bag, which neatly placed the French dessert macarons made by house-elf.

Isobel thoughtfully took out a thermos and poured Albert a cup of steaming milk tea.

The scent of milk tea instantly permeated the entire carriage.

The prefects compared their lunches, and suddenly felt a little out of balance. They felt that the cauldron scones that they had just bought on the food cart were not tasty.

"I really envy your tacit understanding."

Penello can now somewhat understand the envy of other girls.

It's like a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

Those guys who want to dig corners are simply thinking too much.

Isobel also poured a cup of milk tea for Penello, and the two sides are also good friends. After a while, Percy also sat down, and several people casually chatted about things after graduating from school.

Percy is surprised to learn that Isobel has no plans to enter the Ministry of Magic after graduating from school.

"We're not interested in working at the Ministry of Magic," said Albert calmly. "I'll probably open a shop and continue to research what I'm interested in while selling something. Isobel will probably help me. We have Lots of interests."

"Will you get married in the future?" Penello was very interested in this topic.

Isobel drank tea and said noncommittally, "That's for the future."

"It's really enviable." Penello's eyes were full of longing.

"How about you?" Isobel asked.

Penello was silent for a long time before saying, "We didn't think about the future."

The Weasleys were not wealthy, and if the two really wanted to get married, it would have to wait for Percy to work for a few years and have some savings.

Moreover, Penello really didn't think about it, and didn't dare to think about it.

Percy was also a little silent, not knowing why talking about this topic felt so heavy. He changed the subject and asked, "What dessert is this?"

"Macarons, a famous French dessert." Albert said.

"French dessert" Penello took a bite, it tasted really good, but I don't know why it tasted a little sour.

The train continued to drive north, the rain pounding on the windows, rendering the view out a dense gray, and the lights in the hallway and on the luggage racks came on.

"What's the matter, the train is slowing down, is it at Hogwarts school?"

"Not yet." Percy took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, stood up and said, "I'll go to the locomotive and ask the driver what's going on."

Albert looked at the layer of frost that gradually spread out of the car window, let out a soft breath, and said calmly, "An uninvited villain got in the car."

All the lights suddenly went out, and the car was completely plunged into darkness.

"Prefects, keep the train in order," Percy shouted, lighting his wand.

"You know what's going on?" Diggory frowned and looked out the window glass.

"Eighty percent of the dementors came up to check if Black was hiding in the train." Albert pulled out his wand, his tone very calm.

"How do you know?" the Hufflepuff girl beside Diggory asked curiously.

"It's not hard to guess by looking at the glass. I think there are probably a lot of dementors outside. They are hungry and ready to get in the car to enjoy this feast."

"Don't talk nonsense, Dementors are the Ministry of Magic..."

As soon as Percy opened the door of the carriage, he felt a chill coming towards his face. He raised his head stiffly and looked at the cloaked monster standing outside the carriage, as tall as the ceiling. The expression on his face instantly froze. Living.

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