The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The next day, Albert woke up early in the morning. After stuffing the organized suitcase into the non-marking stretch bag, he went downstairs for breakfast with his three roommates.

Because there was still some time left in the appointment with Professor Slughorn, Albert and Isobel decided to go to the Room of Requirement to spend the rest of the time.

As for, go to class first?

Naturally impossible.

Both of them are geniuses, and it doesn't matter whether they go to that class or not.

Near ten o'clock, the two knocked on Professor McGonagall's office on time. When they pushed the door in, they saw Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and another potbellied old man waiting for them inside.

That strange old man should be Professor Slughorn, and his stomach is beyond words.

As soon as Albert and Isobel entered the room, Professor Slughorn's eyes fell on them.

"These two..." Dumbledore stepped forward and introduced, "Mr. Albert Anderson and Miss Isobel McDougall. This is an old friend of mine named Horace Slug. Horn, because of Sirius Black, I can't leave Hogwarts for the time being, so I can only ask my old colleague to take you there, he has many experience leading the team to the Magic School Potions Tournament."

"Don't worry, they'll leave it to me!" Professor Slughorn almost assured by patting his chest.

There was a knock on the door of the office again, and Hagrid pushed in and said to Dumbledore, "The carriage is ready and ready to go any time."

Professor Slughorn took a pocket watch out of his pocket, looked at the time, and said, "Other things, I can tell them on the way."

"Where's your luggage?"

Hagrid asked Albert and Isobel, who were empty-handed, in bewilderment. In fact, he had come to help with the luggage.

"On the body."

Albert gave Hagrid a look, beckoning him to shut up.

The two followed Professor Slughorn outside the castle, where a carriage pulled by five Thestrals was parked.

"Hagrid, are you in charge of driving?"

"Yeah, I'll take you there." Hagrid stepped forward quickly, opened the door for a few people, and let Professor Horace Slughorn get in the car first, followed by Albert and Isobel. back.

There was no trace of being expanded by the Traceless Stretch Curse in the carriage. After the three of them sat on it, the space inside was a little crowded. After Hagrid closed the compartment door, he sat in the driver's seat and drove the Thestral carriage forward for a while, and the whole carriage was gradually pulled into the air by Thestral.

The commotion here immediately caught the attention of the Dementors, who had already gathered around, as if trying to force the carriage to stop for inspection.

The glass of the carriage was immediately frozen with frost.

"What are they chasing?"

Professor Slughorn frowned when he saw the dementors surrounding him: "I remember Dumbledore told those dementors that we were going to compete."

"Probably trying to search for Sirius? Is Black in the car?" Albert took out his wand from his pocket with a blank expression, opened the car window, and didn't care that the wind was blowing into the car, turning his head to look at Eze next to him. Bell said: "Let the Patronus protect Hagrid, and while there are no Muggles around, I'll drive them away."

"Oh, I don't think it's necessary..."

Before Professor Slughorn could finish his words, he saw two Patronus emerge from the tips of their wands, one around Hagrid, lest he be affected by the Dementors, and the other. Only then rushed towards the dementors and drove them away.

"They're just routine business."

Professor Slughorn reluctantly said that he did not expect Albert to hate dementors so much, and he actually used the Patronus Charm to disperse the dementors.

"Dementors are never friendly, they often go about their business and do disgusting things, like attacking Harry Potter, or sucking some joy from us to fill their stomachs." Albert closed the window again and put the The cold wind outside is isolated from the car, "There is no need to be polite to them, anyway, dementors will never reason with us."

Albert's tone was very calm,

As if just chased away a bunch of annoying flies.

"They do." Professor Slughorn was surprised.

"The Ministry of Magic has never been able to control the dementors. As soon as school started, the dementors used the name of checking the train and sucked the happiness of the students on the train. Harry Potter was almost sent to the school hospital. ." Albert singled out Harry Potter as an example, and directly blamed the Dementors, anyway, they will attack Potter during the Quidditch match next, and this blame will be thrown no matter what. not fall.

Professor Slughorn raised his eyebrows slightly, not wanting to comment too much on this matter, and changed the subject: "A great Patronus, being able to drive away those dementors shows that your Patronus is very powerful. , it's amazing, many wizards can't do it to this extent. By the way, I remember that you are still this year's International Wizarding Chess Champion."

"Albert is a recognized genius." Isobel joked, "Everyone said he would be another Dumbledore."

"Yes, yes, like Dumbledore, the future is bright," recalled Professor Slughorn. "I believe you won't be able to be promoted to Minister of Magic in twenty years, maybe less, before that. , you can first become the Wizengamore UK Youth Representative, and I heard Wizengamore intends to give you this title, and wizards with this title usually become members of the Wizengamore."

"I'm a Muggle wizard," Albert reminded, "Wyzengamore will not tolerate a Muggle wizard occupying that position, just like the last time I won the World Wizarding Championship, many pure-blood wizards have this problem. Opinion."

"That's just their jealousy and ignorance." Professor Slughorn comforted: "You have such amazing talent and talent, you must come from a decent wizarding family, believe me, I have never missed a person. "

Albert and Isobel looked at each other. To a certain extent, Professor Slughorn was right, but Albert would not admit that he liked to disgust some people with the title of Muggle wizard. People, not to mention his parents are ordinary people, it is not wrong to say that he is a Muggle wizard.

"Britain hasn't won the Magic School Potions Championship for a long time. If you can work hard and win this potions competition, I think the Wizengamoor will have to win the Wizengamore even if they are pinching their noses. The title of British Youth Representative." Professor Slughorn took out various snacks from the small cabinet next to him and shared them with the two.

"I didn't plan to work at the Ministry of Magic, but thank you, Professor Slughorn." Albert also took out the snacks he bought from the Honeydukes candy store from his non-marking stretch bag.

"Oh, you really look a lot like Dumbledore, very similar. You are equally talented, wise, kind, gentle, and have excellent insight." Professor Slughorn picked out the candied pineapple from the box and sighed softly. Said: "In the past, people often predicted that Dumbledore would be the Minister of Magic, but he never had such ambitions. I think you will definitely achieve Dumbledore's achievements in the future, or even surpass him."

Isobel looked at Albert and wanted to laugh a little.

Professor Slughorn was going to blow Albert into the air, and while he could stand it, Albert was not a person who liked to be touted.

"Ahem, Professor Slughorn, how long will the Magic School Potions Tournament last?" Albert asked, changing the subject. Hearing Professor Slughorn touting himself, Albert didn't feel any joy, just felt a while. It hurts.

"Usually it will last for a week. We need to wait for the other colleges to arrive, about two days, and then start the first round of selection. You need to configure a potion. As long as the potion level is not too bad, each school will There will always be one student in the second round.”

"There is only one student per school?" Albert asked.

"Yes, most schools will bring one to three students. Only one student will participate in the finals, and the other students will serve as substitutes. This is the unspoken rule of the Potions Championships, which allows some schools to avoid the embarrassment of being brushed off at the beginning." When Professor Slughorn saw that Isobel was in a stable mood, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and continued, "However, players are usually selected through selection."

"Let Albert participate, I don't care." Isobel didn't pay much attention to this matter, winked at Albert and said, "However, you have to bring back our golden cauldron."

"I will," Albert affirmed.

"I believe you." Isobel smiled.

Professor Slughorn's eyes moved back and forth between the two, as if he understood something. For some reason, he felt a little pantothenic acid in his stomach, so he shouldn't eat too much candied pineapple.

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