The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Albert just came out of the clothing store, holding the package in both hands, and complaining in his mouth: "Alas, why did the Fengya wizard clothing store suddenly not support mailing?"

In fact, Albert knew the reason, and the notice at the door of the store clearly wrote that Dementors would patrol the streets of Hogsmeade every day after sunset.

All right.

Dementors frequently harass the village of Hogsmeade, causing the Hogsmeade Post Office to stop mailings after the evening. After all, animals have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. The owl in the post office can't stand the dementor's repeated intimidation, and the manager of Fengya Wizard's Clothing Store obviously doesn't have time to help him send things out before the store closes.

"Check it out for me, what else I haven't bought, the list is in my left pocket."

With that said, Albert turned slightly and handed over the question of checking the purchase list to his girlfriend beside him.

Isobel reached out and took out the somewhat frightening list from Albert's robe pocket: "This list has gotten longer."

"There's nothing I can do. I know more people. Maybe I should ask Bit to help me with the purchase."

Although he said this, Albert usually chooses gifts by himself whenever he is free. He always has to find something to do for himself and Isobel, otherwise there is nothing to do in Hogsmeade, which is actually quite boring. Yes, especially women like creatures, who are always keen to go shopping.

"I've bought all the clothes, what should I do with the rest?"

"For the rest, I have asked my family to help me buy it."

Wizards who can communicate with Albert usually don't care about his Muggle status, so Albert occasionally sends gifts from the Muggle world, and they don't care. The champagne they brought back was very popular with them.

The two walked to a remote alley not far away. Isobel was pretending to read the wanted list posted on the wall, while Albert walked into the alley and handed the package in his hand to the invisible house elf.

"Bit, please take your things back first."

"Good host."

The house-elf shoved all the packages into a large bag, slung them over his shoulders like a Santa Claus, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"No wonder many wizards want a house elf to help with housework." Isobel looked at Bit's back and asked, "Where are you going next, Honey Duke Candy Store?"

"Um,

I remember Professor Slughorn liked pineapple preserves. "Albert took the list and added a candied pineapple to it.

"I thought you didn't like Professor Slughorn very much."

"It's not annoying, Professor Slughorn is a refined egoistic, hedonist who loves vanity." Albert asked, noticing Isobel was looking at him, "What's wrong?"

"It's rare to see you commenting on a person like that."

"Professor Slughorn is okay." Albert mocked himself, "Actually, most people are like this, including myself being a refined egoist and hedonist. The status quo is like this, you can't ask for it. Too much, not to mention that Professor Slughorn didn't do anything bad."

"It's a good idea to keep in touch with him, give him a Christmas present, I think Professor Slughorn will be very happy, it's the cheapest way to make friends, and he knows a lot of people, maybe someday There will be times when it will come in handy.”

Isobel knew what was going on with those wool socks, wool scarves, and woolen hats.

Well, the price is not the problem, the important thing is the mind.

The two walked towards the Honey Duke candy store. Near the candy store, Albert saw a red lollipop floating beside Ron and Hermione.

Isobel followed his gaze and apparently saw it too.

"Harry Potter?"

"He should

Should be wearing that invisibility cloak, that's not a good idea. "Albert said softly. He suddenly wanted to play a prank. Pulling Potter's invisibility cloak down a little and exposing his head to the public's eyes was sure to cause an instant sensation.

However, Albert finally suppressed this idea and went to Honey Duke Candy Store with Isobel to buy sweets.

"Are you losing weight?"

Finding that Isobel didn't buy him snacks, Albert raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Eating too sweet is bad for your health."

"Exercise more, you don't need to force yourself to diet."

As soon as I came out of the candy store, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Albert looked up at the swirling snowflakes in the sky and said, "Let's go to Three Broomsticks and have a hot butterbeer."

"Well." Isobel helped pick up a package and walked towards the three brooms not far away. On the way through the alley, Albert stopped and his eyes fell on the black dog who was rummaging through the trash can.

Blake?

Albert couldn't be sure, but it was plausible that food was hard to come by in the winter forest.

"What's wrong with that dog?"

Isobel followed Albert's line of sight, and also noticed the black dog who was turning over the trash can.

"Very rare." Albert's voice was very soft, as if he was worried that he would startle the black dog away.

"Dogs are rare?"

Isobel looked at Albert in confusion, and his eyes fell on the black dog again.

The black dog seemed to notice that someone was looking at it, and ran away with half a bag in his mouth.

"Apart from Hagrid, I've hardly ever seen a wizard keep a dog, and I've never seen a second dog near the school." Albert looked at the disappearing back of the dog, and was already sure that it was Sirius Black.

"There's something wrong with that dog?" Isobel immediately realized why Albert would say that. "Did you predict something else?"

It's no wonder that Isobel thinks this way. Albert suddenly pays attention to a dog. No matter how you look at that dog, it's suspicious.

"I don't know, but that dog gave me a sense of incongruity. Forget it, it's none of our business anyway." Albert withdrew his gaze from the alley, looked in the direction of the three brooms, and happened to see Mag The Professor, Professor Flitwick, and Hagrid appeared outside the Three Broomsticks, along with a man in a dark yellow-green bowler hat. Hagrid deliberately stayed behind to talk to each other.

As Albert approached, it was clear who the man was: Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge was very perfunctory when it came to talking about the hippogriff, but Hagrid didn't seem to notice, still talking to himself, trying to get the Minister of Magic to change his mind with words.

Albert and Isobel came to the door of Three Broomsticks, and Hagrid seemed to notice their arrival and greeted Albert with a smile.

"Perhaps you've heard his name, Minister, Albert Anderson, the genius who has won several international awards," Hagrid introduced to Fudge.

"Oh, of course. It's my first time seeing a real person, though, and it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Anderson."

When Cornelius Fudge, who was just about to enter the bar, heard Hagrid's words, he stopped and turned his head to look. When he saw Albert, the expression on Fudge's face changed slightly, but it quickly returned to normal.

Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly, the Minister of Magic's thoughts could not be hidden from her eyes.

After entering the bar, Albert felt that the atmosphere in the bar was a little weird. It seemed that because a professor entered the bar, everyone was very restrained.

Isobel reached for the frothy hot butterbeer from Albert, looked at Fudge's back and said softly, "I know now why you don't like him."