The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"In that position, he won't be able to sit for long."

Albert sat next to Isobel and took a sip from the frothy hot butterbeer, feeling his body warm from the inside out.

"That's unfortunate news."

Isobel felt that Cornelius Fudge was quite unlucky. Since Albert said so, he would probably lose the position of Minister of Magic in the near future.

"At the beginning, I predicted his success on the Hogwarts Express, and for this I earned the first pot of gold coins in the magic world." Albert sighed.

"At that time, wouldn't you know divination?"

Isobel felt that this possibility was very high. Otherwise, how could Albert, who had just entered the magic world, invest a lot of Galleons to participate in the quiz?

"It's just luck, I'm very confident in my luck, and my wand can bring me luck." Albert took out his redwood wand and added with a smile: "Mr. Ollivander said it himself. A redwood wand brings luck to the user."

Isobel silently took a sip of butter beer, completely disbelieving Albert's nonsense.

"Thanks to the money we made, we had our later transaction. Speaking of which, we should be grateful to him for being able to come together." Albert looked across the tables in front of him and looked at the back of the Minister of Magic. "Now, I'm here to predict his failure. The summer he graduated from Hogwarts, that's when he got kicked off the heights."

"You thank him like this?" Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she wanted to laugh.

"It's not my fault, it's his own fault."

"Am I becoming more and more like a magician?" Albert suddenly said: "Actually, I'm considering whether to give myself the title of a prophet. I heard that this profession is quite respected by everyone."

"Well, by the way, I can make up a pretense that I can see some future fragments since I was a child, and disguise myself as a genius with a gift for prophecy since I was a child." Albert seems to be seriously thinking about the feasibility of this plan. .

"Did you learn this set of fooling words from Professor Trelawney?" Isobel felt that she had discovered what Albert had learned from Professor Trelawney.

"It was discovered by you." Albert reached out and grabbed Isobel's soft palm, and said to himself, "Professor Trelawney often complained to me that she was treated as a liar by others, and no one believed her. Has the ability to predict, but I think it's all because she can't prove to everyone that she can predict the future,

Otherwise, who would think of her as a liar, rather than think that prophets are all mysterious guys. "

"Are you sure those so-called prophets didn't pretend to be mysterious and deliberately ambiguous because they were afraid of wrong predictions?" Isobel unceremoniously exposed the tricks of the "prophecies".

No prophet can guarantee that the future he predicts will not change. In order to preserve the “title and reputation” of the prophet, it is obviously necessary to be ambiguous, because no matter what the result is, one can give “reasonable” explanation of.

"Sometimes even if you see it through, don't say it."

"Did you tell the whole tavern, Hagrid?"

Professor McGonagall's angry voice suddenly came from the bar, and the atmosphere in the bar was stagnant. Everyone secretly turned their heads to look in the direction of the bar, and perked up their ears to eavesdrop. Everyone was curious about what the professors were talking about and why Professor McGonagall was so excited.

However, the five people sitting at the bar seemed to keep their voices low when they were talking, in order to prevent people from overhearing, so that they couldn't hear what they were saying at a distance, not to mention the bar was very noisy.

However, this couldn't be more difficult for Albert. He took out a small box from the right pocket of his robe, which contained something similar to headphones.

"what is this?"

Isobel noticed what Albert took out and asked in a low voice.

"A gadget for eavesdropping."

When Albert just went to buy Butterbeer, he quietly dropped the magic version of the bug in the corner of the counter.

"The principle of this thing is a bit like a magic radio, but it is still a semi-finished product. It has many defects. It will not work if it is too far away." Albert motioned Isobel to come over and listen together.

"They're talking about Black."

Isobel leaned close to Albert and heard the voices of the professors.

"You would think that Black and Potter are brothers, they are almost inseparable!" The voice of Professor Flitwick came through the earphones.

"...When James and Lily got married, Blake was the best man, and they called Blake Harry's godfather." This time it was Fudge, and a lot of news was revealed.

"Things seem to be getting interesting."

Albert looked to the fireplace, where Hermione and Ron were pretending to be drinking butterbeer, apparently hearing Fudge too.

As for Harry Potter hiding under the invisibility cloak, even if Albert can't see it, it's not hard to guess what the other party's expression is now.

Isobel followed Albert's gaze and noticed Ron and Hermione who were eavesdropping by the Christmas tree, and Harry Potter was apparently eavesdropping on the conversation there.

They listened quietly to the conversation over there, quickly weaving the thread of the whole thing.

Harry Potter's parents were hunted down by the mysterious man and used the Faithful Charm to protect themselves. Blake, their friend, became their secret person, but Blake finally betrayed them, causing the Potter couple to be killed by the mysterious man.

"Fate, sometimes so ingenious," said Albert softly, "it made Harry Potter hear the truth."

Isobel also felt that it was indeed a bit dramatic.

Harry Potter happened to sneak into Hogsmeade Village, only to hear the professors talking about Black and his father in the bar?

It's as if the professors came to drink on Three Broomsticks just to make Harry Potter understand the whole thing, which is too much of a coincidence.

"Dirty, smelly traitor!" Hagrid's angry voice resounded throughout the bar, and the entire bar fell silent instantly.

The students in the bar pricked up as Hagrid spoke aloud about his encounter with Black.

However, they were unable to know the dramatic changes that followed.

Blake and Potter's good friend Peter Pettigrew first found Blake at the Ministry of Magic, and asked him why he betrayed the Potters, but Blake used a spell to kill him.

Black was caught by the arriving Aurors and was sent to Azkaban prison without trial.

"As far as I know, the largest piece of Peter Pettigrew found by the Ministry of Magic is a finger." Albert said softly, looking at the backs of Professor McGonagall leaving.

"A finger?"

Isobel also noticed some problems, evil spells can indeed wipe out people, but with only one finger left, it is a bit suspicious.

After all, it's hard to believe what kind of duel would make someone lose a finger first.

From a bystander's point of view, Isobel sees it more clearly than others, and Albert deliberately mentions it for other reasons.

"What secret did you discover?" Isobel said with a strange expression. "Don't you think that Blake is the innocent and Peter Pettigrew is the betrayal."

Thinking about it carefully, it is really possible, and reality is sometimes more magical than it is.

Moreover, Isobel suspects that Albert may have a key clue.

"I found something." Albert said mysteriously after making sure that no one around was eavesdropping.

"What's up?"

"Who is the maker of the Marauder's Map?" Albert raised his wand and turned out an umbrella to block the snowflakes flying overhead for Isobel.

"Is that the map you used before?"

"Prongs, big feet, wormtails, and moon faces."

"You mean that the moon face is Professor Lupin?" Isobel felt that this nickname was very suitable, and directly implied Professor Lupin's werewolf identity.

And Professor Lupin is a friend of Potter's father, plus Black and Peter are just four.

Professor McGonagall just said that James and Black like to be mischievous, and Hagrid thinks the Weasleys are a lot like them.

"The prongs should refer to James Potter. He is good at Quidditch and likes to be in the limelight. Wormtail refers to Pettigrew Peter who is behind the two, and Bigfoot refers to Sirius Black." Isobel Quickly match the nickname with the name.

But what exactly do their nicknames stand for?

Isobel couldn't figure it out, looked at Albert beside him, and waited for the other party to reveal the secret, but Albert didn't seem to mean to say it, it was too irritating to hang people up.

So, she reached out and pinched Albert's waist secretly, but unfortunately he was so thickly dressed that he didn't feel anything at all.

"It's not the right place to say that."

Albert bared his teeth, pretending that he was pinched.

The two headed to Hogsmeade's hut and returned to Hogwarts Castle through the Vanishing Cabinet there.

"Okay, tell me what you know." Isobel asked.

"The moon face refers to Professor Lupin's werewolf identity, so does their nickname represent their transformation." Albert expressed his speculation.

"Transfiguration?" asked Isobel in disbelief. "You mean the Animagus? If that's the case, the prongs should be the horns of some animal, sheep, cow, or deer, in the name of James. Porter likes the outgoing personality, the Bucks are more suitable."

"Big feet should be animal feet. By the way, the previous black dog was not looking for food, but a newspaper. There was a newspaper around at that time, but we stared at it, so it took it away. half-section package."

"Black itself means black. No wonder you noticed the black dog. Did you already know that the dog was Black?" Isobel thinks that if the Ministry of Magic doesn't know that Black can become a black dog In the case of a dog, it is basically impossible to catch him.

And if Blake turns into a dog and tries to escape from Azkaban, it's not impossible.

After all, Dementors are blind and can only be judged by their emotions, and animals are obviously not rich in emotions and don't think of Black as a dog.

"So, what is Wormtail?" Isobel asked.

"I suspect it's a mouse." Albert stated his findings and speculation, "The Weasleys have a mouse that has lived for five or six years, or even longer, named Scabbers, which once belonged to Percy and was later sent to To Ron, who is Potter's friend. The whole family photo of the Weasleys that Blake saw from the Daily Prophet probably saw the mouse, and he found out that Peter Pettigrew was alive and well By my godson's side, if I were Black, I would probably climb out of hell. Not only for revenge, but also to avoid danger to my godson."

"Once You-Know-Who returns, Peter Pettigrew will definitely give Harry Potter to You-Know-Who, and who would dare to say that he betrayed You-Know-Who?"

"This is really a dramatic change. Traitors become heroes, and heroes become traitors." Isobel looked at Albert and asked, "By the way, how can you be so clear, you really did make relevant prophecies Well, then back from the results."

"Well, it's almost as you guessed." Albert didn't deny it, there must be a reason, "Actually, I saw the name Peter on the Marauder's map once, in the common room, I thought it was someone The name of a cat or other animal."

"What are you going to do?" Isobel asked with a frown. "If the truth is made public, there are probably not many people who are willing to believe it."

In most people's cognition, Blake is a traitor and a wanted criminal, and Peter Pettigrew is a hero who has died.

If Albert tells the truth rashly, people will only see him as a lunatic and a grandstanding clown.

Harry Potter is the best example.

Well, almost forgot, Potter hasn't been an example yet.

"I'm waiting for the moment, maybe I can earn Black's bounty and successfully reveal the truth," Albert said carefully. "I have a plan."

"If the Ministry of Magic knew that Black was innocent, they wouldn't be willing to pay you the bounty," Isobel reminded, "and they don't want to see that Black is innocent, you know what I mean? ?"

If Sirius Black is innocent, that means the Ministry of Magic has put a hero behind bars in Azkaban for more than ten years.

If this matter is exposed, the face of the Ministry of Magic will be thrown to the ground and trampled on.

The arrest of Blake during this time will also turn into a big joke.

No one wants to admit their mistakes, and no one wants to be a laughing stock.

"I know, but there is always a chance," Albert said. "It depends on how I handle this matter, and there is no need to worry. The future Ministry of Magic will be disintegrated and reorganized, and those pure-bloods will be a thing of the past."

"You always like to take risks, which is not good." Isobel suspected that Albert wanted to do something big again, and it had been planned for a long time.

"Don't worry, I will pull in other helpers and arrange everyone clearly."