The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The two had a candlelit dinner in the Room of Requirement, and they were tired of exchanging feelings together, completely unaware that the outside world had gone crazy for them.

During dinner, after Headmaster Dumbledore announced to everyone in the auditorium the good news that Albert had won the Magic School Potions Championship for Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall laughed from ear to ear. Why, the smile on Professor Snape's face looked a little forced.

To be honest, a lot of people were at a loss at the time and didn't even know what the Potions Tournament was.

This matter came to everyone's attention after Professor McGonagall revealed that it was a potions contest that all magic schools around the world would participate in.

After all, that is the genius who defeated all magic schools and finally won the championship. The gold content is too high, which basically means that Albert Anderson is the best potion genius in all magic schools, which is also for this genius. The wizard wears a halo over his head.

Many students wanted to meet Albert and hear him talk about the Potions Tournament, but he disappeared right after returning to school.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan all complained that Albert didn't tell them the good news right away.

At this moment, the three of them are working together, and they don't know what they are discussing.

It was after ten o'clock in the evening when I separated from Isobel.

Albert is at the entrance of the Gryffindor common room and encounters Nick, who is almost headless waiting for him.

"Where have you been, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

"wait for me?"

Albert looked at the ghost in front of him and asked suspiciously, "Is there anything you need to do with me, Sir Nick?"

"I've heard it all, you won another championship trophy!" Nick said excitedly: "Oh, by the way, Percy Weasley asked me to wait for you here and tell you the password."

"No, it's not the championship trophy, it's the championship crucible." Albert corrected with a smile.

"it's the same."

"What's the password?"

"Mongrel."

"That's not a very friendly password." Albert looked at the portrait of Sir Cadogan on his pony.

"It's more interesting to keep the champion out." Sir Cadogan opened the door in disappointment and let Albert into the common room.

"Thank you, Sir Nick, or I'll have to spend the night in the hallway tonight." After expressing his gratitude to Sir Nick, Albert raised his foot and walked towards the entrance of the open common room.

As soon as he entered the common room, Albert felt that he was being dragged in by countless hands, and almost lost his balance and fell on his back.

Screams, cheers, whistles, and the swish and bang of fireworks poured into his ears immediately, making Albert feel his eardrums buzzing.

In the common room, the fireworks made by Fred and George are constantly blooming with beautiful orange-red stars, and the scene is very beautiful and spectacular.

"Where did you go?" Fred yelled.

"Everyone is looking for you," George shouted.

"We've got something to eat, Albert, come and have some—"

"I'm not hungry, I just ate."

But no one wanted to hear him say that a mug full of Butterbeer was shoved into Albert's hand, forcing him to drink another Butterbeer.

Lee Jordan even dug up a Gryffindor House flag from somewhere and insisted on wrapping it around Albert like a cloak.

The crowd was closing in on him, surrounding Albert so much that he couldn't get out and was forced to take part in the lively celebration. Even more terrifying, these people keep yelling like no-brainer fans, everyone wondering how Albert won the Potions Championship.

"Quiet, please be quiet!"

Albert raised his finger to his throat and cast himself a loud voice spell.

His voice kept reverberating in the common room, causing everyone to cover their ears in agony, before the crazy group of guys completely stopped.

"Well, if you want me to say something, at least keep quiet or you won't hear me.

"After Albert finished speaking, all the students stared at him blankly, the voices in the common room gradually quieted down, and Nick, who was almost headless, was eavesdropping beside him.

Albert told what happened, how he was selected to participate in the Potions Championship, and where to participate in the competition.

He took the Thestral carriage to France and used the door key to go to the magic garden.

In the eyes of everyone, the Potions Championship is a boring competition. All schools are from all over the world, and there is no communication at all. The tournament party is very busy due to communication problems.

Then, he briefly talked about the three-round knockout, and the boring brewing potion. The content was so unpretentious, boring and lethargic.

Before the other students could react, Albert sneaked up the stairs leading to the dormitory, finally got rid of the crowd, and hurried upstairs to the dormitory to rest.

In the dormitory, Tom's eyes twinkled in the darkness. After hearing the door open, he looked up in the direction of the door and yawned.

After a while, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan came back, these guys with a lot of biscuits, candy, cake, and butterbeer in their hands.

"By the way, where have you been before?"

"I went to dinner with Isobel, a celebration feast for house elves." Albert threw the Gryffindor flag to the corner.

"The principal also prepared a celebration banquet for you in private?" The three asked in unison.

"You think too much, I asked the house-elf to help prepare it."

"I just said why you don't like the banquet we prepared for you." The three looked at Albert with resentment.

"It's crazy, it feels like I'm looking at some rare animal." Albert reached for Tom and put it on his lap to stroke the cat.

"Tell us the details, I don't believe the Potions Tournament can be so boring!" George changed the subject.

"What I said is real."

"Trust you, you must have saved a lot of interesting things." Fred bit a cookie and said very confidently.

"Interesting thing?" Albert thought for a while and said: "The Potions Championship is jointly organized by the Magic Garden and the Extraordinary Apothecary Association. The president of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association is named Bernard, while a certain French player is named Guy. I Bernard, it is said that he is the grandson of the president, this is not an interesting thing."

"Cheat, absolutely cheat."

"That guy named Guy Bernard didn't beat you when he cheated." All three felt incredible.

"Guy Bernard was sneak attacked in the second round, and he was stuffed with a lot of Arriot leaves. He couldn't participate in the competition with a smile, and he had to abstain." Albert shrugged. He shrugged and said, "Finally, the furious President Bernard called a professional to deal with the attack, but after checking the wands of all the contestants, the murderer was still not found."

"how did you do that?"

"I was also attacked by Vagado's students." Albert covered a yawn, "That guy is good at using stickless magic, many people think he attacked Guy Bernard, but that guy He never admitted it was him."

"You brought two wands?" Lee Jordan guessed the reason immediately. They all knew that Albert had bought other wands on the second-hand market.

"After strict inspection, you can only bring one pair. The clothes are all provided by the competition party, and there are patrol members nearby." Albert said, don't wrong me, be careful to sue you for slander.

The three still believed that it was Albert who had attacked the hapless Guy Bernard, which was too Albert's style to leave no clues.

If Albert doesn't want to, it's hard to get hold of him.

He didn't let the three continue to discuss the matter, and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and placed it on the table in an attempt to distract them.

"what is this?"

"The formula for the last game." Albert reminded mysteriously: "It's all very interesting potions."

"Why do I feel that these things are useless."

After reading the formula on the parchment, the three of them looked at Albert suspiciously, not understanding what Albert meant. Ecstasy and vitality tonics are not uncommon, but they have never seen protective drugs, but the three Doubt it would work.

"You don't understand, these things will definitely sell well in the future." Albert briefly described the effects of three improved potions.

There was a brief silence in the dormitory.

After listening to Albert's words, the three fell into self-doubt. They really couldn't see the purpose of these potions, but why did Albert say that these potions would be valuable in the future?

Is this the difference between them and Albert?

This guy always finds ways to make money from every angle.

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