The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"From the content analysis of Professor Lupin's lectures in class, it is not difficult to hear that he will focus on the content of the book, so that everyone can get high scores in the owLs exam as much as possible, rather than teach us some more practical magic. ."

After leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Lee Jordan briefly explained his analysis. In fact, he knew that several of his roommates understood it, but he couldn't help but sighed: "He is indeed a competent professor, but look at Lu Professor Ping's clothes don't seem to be having a good time?"

"I can probably guess the reason." Albert said mysteriously.

"What's the reason?" The three of them turned their heads and asked.

"I haven't found any evidence yet. However, if I guess correctly, it's best not to let anyone else know about this, or Professor Lupin probably should resign." Albert did not intend to put "Professor Lupin is Werewolf" told the three roommates.

"Cut, it's so appetizing again."

"so serious?"

"Could it be that it was really Black in disguise?"

The three were very curious about what secret Albert had discovered again.

Why do everyone's eyes grow on their heads, and they all attend classes in the same classroom, so he can discover so many secrets that others don't know.

"Well." Albert said noncommittally.

Professor Lupin's experience is sympathetic, but the werewolf should still be vigilant.

"However, I now probably know why many wizards working in the Ministry of Magic can't pronounce a decent Iron Armor..." Before Fred's rant was finished, George was interrupted.

"I remember that you vomited similar grooves before." George continued Fred's unfinished grooves, "Do you want to say that this kind of teaching mode, if everyone does not spend a lot of time on self-study, , it's a ghost if you can achieve good results in Defense Against the Dark Arts"

"You two are so boring." Lee Jordan couldn't help rolling his eyes as he looked at the twins who were complaining about each other.

If the three hadn't been trained by Albert, they wouldn't be much better than the others at Defence Against the Dark Arts.

"Don't say that, if the magic world is not like this, how can we enter the field of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the future and rely on this cash cow to make money?"

Affected by the Blake escape incident, the atmosphere in the entire magic world is very tense. If the magic world is really in chaos as Albert predicted in a few years, then the protective props with the effect of defense against the dark arts can really make the four of them make a fortune.

As for, expecting the wizarding world to make money in chaos is unethical.

It can only be said that the future is like this, and they who are still students cannot and cannot change the result.

After getting along with each other over the years, they have also been influenced by Albert, and their mentality has matured a lot. At the same time, they are also convinced of Albert who can help them realize their dream of a joke shop.

Albert is really good and knows a lot.

Like those omniscient prophets.

No, in the hearts of the three, Albert is more powerful than those guys.

When a few people went to the hall for dinner, they passed by the long table of Slytherin and saw a group of Slytherin students huddled together, not knowing what they were talking about.

Lee Jordan glanced at the crowd a few more times, and as soon as he sat down, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, and muttered: I went to ask someone, got up and left.

After a while, Lee Jordan came back with a big news:

Draco Malfoy is still lying in the school hospital after being scratched by a hippogriff while he was in the Conservation of Magical Creatures class.

"Hippogriff?"

With his mouth full of fried eggs, George said vaguely, "Hagrid didn't bring the eight-eyed spider to the class, but instead brought a hippogriff to the class first."

"The next lesson on protecting magical creatures will definitely be very interesting. I also heard that Harry rode a hippogriff and flew into the sky." Lee Jordan said expectantly: "I don't know if we have any Getting a chance to ride a hippogriff to the skies is definitely not the same as riding a broom.

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"The hippogriff doesn't have a saddle or reins on it. You will only feel that your butt is numb, and you have to worry about whether you will fall from the sky." Albert poured on Lee Jordan unceremoniously. He poured cold water and asked, "What stupid thing did Malfoy do to be attacked by the hippogriff?"

"I heard that he insulted a hippogriff, so his arm was scratched by the angry hippogriff." Lee Jordan recalled the news he had inquired.

"Calling that guy a little idiot really didn't slander him. Only those who are spoiled by the family would do such stupid things without thinking." George said contemptuously, "How come he wasn't caught by the hippogriff? How about killing a winged beast with one claw?"

"Hagrid must have stopped it." Fred looked very regretful. "It would be nice to let the little idiot lose his arm."

"It seems that wizards haven't developed a potion to make amputated limbs grow back?" Albert thought of Professor Kettleb who resigned last semester.

If there is such a magical potion, with the friendship between Professor Ketelber and Professor Dumbledore, it will definitely not break his hands and feet.

"Probably not." Fred shook his head. "At least, I've never heard of such a magical potion. I really hope Malfoy's injury is serious."

"I think Madam Pomfrey can cure him in a short time." Lee Jordan said this, frowning slightly, "but Malfoy is still in the school hospital, and he just refuses to be discharged."

"The little idiot is pretending to be hurt. He must be trying to use this opportunity to cause trouble for Hagrid. This is a trick used by the Malfoys." Fred said contemptuously.

"Albert, what do you think?" George asked.

Albert noticed the three people looking at him, and said helplessly: "Last semester, I told Hagrid, don't bring dangerous magical creatures into the classroom."

"You expected this to happen?" George raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I just didn't expect that Hagrid would cause trouble on the first day of school. It could be regarded as breaking a record." Albert's tone was a little helpless.

He had guessed that might be the result when he said those words to Hagrid last semester.

"Did you predict that this would happen?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.

"Some things can be guessed without prophecy." Albert said calmly.

"I thought you were going to stop him." Fred looked surprised.

"What do you think I should do to stop him?" Albert looked at the three roommates and asked back, "Do you think I should ask Hagrid to do this, just like a child, for the sake of Hagrid's sake? Do that, can't do this, do that?"

"No, I didn't mean that." Fred apologized shamefully.

"Hagrid is an adult who has his own ideas and needs to be responsible for what he does." Albert calmly told a fact, "and I, just a human being, not a god, can only give him some kind words in advance. advice."

"However, the little idiot's luck was good, and he was only injured a little." George quickly changed the subject. "Actually, Hagrid's luck is also good. If the little idiot loses an arm, the Malfoys will never let it go."

"No, you think too much. With Malfoy's character, you will definitely put pressure on the school board to expel Hagrid." Fred knew Malfoy's character very well, and this matter would never be left alone.

"No, Malfoy has already left the school board, they no longer have that kind of influence." Albert shook his head, "Also, Professor Dumbledore will also come forward to vouch for Hagrid, with the principal The status and authority of the British, and even the European magic world need to give him a face."

"As for the Ministry of Magic, don't worry. Some time ago, Hagrid was imprisoned in Azkaban for no reason. If it happens again, the gossip reporters from the Daily Prophet will not let this big news go." Albert said meaningfully: "After all, what's the matter with the Ministry of Magic's constant targeting of the gamekeepers at Hogwarts?"

Once this kind of thing is exposed, it's like throwing the face of the Ministry of Magic on the ground and running it back and forth with its feet.

In fact, if it wasn't Malfoy who was hurt, but the other students, things might calm down quickly.

After all, Malfoy was self-inflicted, and only slightly injured.

"However, the Conservation of Magical Creatures class is ruined." Albert sighed helplessly. "Maybe, Hagrid will let us touch, observe or raise some harmless creatures, such as..."

"Frober caterpillar?" Fred said casually.

"Yes, maybe we will learn how to feed Flobber caterpillars in the next class." After speaking, Albert put down the fork he had just raised to his mouth, and suddenly felt that he had no appetite.

"Aren't you going to eat?" George asked curiously.

It was rare to see other leftovers on Albert's plate.

Albert took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's really not worth talking about those disgusting things while eating, it's disgusting."

"Ah, a good class."

Hearing what Albert said, the three of them didn't have any expectations for Hagrid's Protection of Magical Creatures class.

"Fortunately, we don't have to waste time in this class for another year of protecting magical creatures."

"Anyway, I don't plan to continue to study the protection of magical creatures. I plan to give up a few courses next semester." Albert calculated in his heart, "Probably keep the main five courses, plus mathematical divination and ancient rune."

"Next year, we may only take two or three courses." Fred said with a smile, "Herbs, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, I doubt that my Transfiguration class will meet Professor McGonagall's requirements. "

"As long as you can achieve good results, you should be able to meet Professor McGonagall's requirements." Albert told the three of the information he knew, "If you want to continue your studies in sixth grade, you need to achieve at least good grades."

"That's not easy," muttered Fred. "Not everyone can make a bunch of good exams as easily as you do."

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