The Alchemist of Harry Potter

After eleven o'clock at night, Albert quietly passed through the portrait passage and returned to the Gryffindor Tower. The students had already returned to the dormitory to rest. There was only deathly darkness in the common room, and only the fireplace was still alive. Some embers shimmered.

Just as Albert was about to go back to the dormitory to rest, he found a dark shadow beside the armchair closest to the passage. When he moved the light on his wand, he found Hermione sitting at the table, soundly asleep. A book rests on her head.

"Hermione, wake up, wake up, don't sleep here, be careful of catching a cold." Albert gently pushed the girl's shoulder and woke her up.

"Ah... accidentally fell asleep"

After Hermione opened her eyes and woke up, she looked around in confusion, her eyes fell on Albert again, and she managed to ask, "Where have you been, I've been looking for you all afternoon."

"What do you want me to do?"

Albert took off his cloak and draped it over Hermione, motioning for the other party to sit by the fireplace with him. The fire was relit, and the roaring flames illuminated their faces.

Hermione looked at the roaring fire, tightened her cloak, seemed to remember something, took out a letter from her pocket and handed it to Albert, "Hagrid lost the case, Buckbeak will be arrested. Execution, he sent me this letter."

Albert took the letter but didn't read it, he could guess what was written in it.

"Although I can continue to appeal, I see little hope that Malfoy's father threatened the committee." Hermione bit her lower lip and said, "You're right, from the beginning, you wanted to save Buckby with a lawsuit. It's just extravagant hope."

"As expected, isn't it?" Albert corrected again: "I think Lucius bought the committee, and it would be a waste of time to continue to appeal."

"What are you going to do next?" Hermione raised her head, staring at Albert hopefully, "I, Harry and Ron can all help if needed."

"No, you don't need help with this matter, you just need to keep it secret. I will handle the rest myself. The fewer people know about it, the safer it will be." Albert simply rejected Hermione's kindness.

Hermione opened her mouth, looking a little lost.

"However, you can let Hagrid continue to appeal, or at least make a gesture of never giving up."

"Did not you say……"

"Some camouflage is necessary."

"Oh." Hermione nodded in understanding.

"Actually, it shouldn't be hard for you to guess what I'll do next, I think you probably don't want to break the law." Albert softly reassured, "Go make peace with Harry and the others, and then visit Hagrid together, Hagrid. Someone needs to be comforted."

"I've made up with them," Hermione whispered.

"That's great."

With that said, Albert quickly glanced at Hagrid's letter, then threw the letter directly into the fireplace, watched the parchment turn into a pile of ashes in the flames, and asked, "Have you shown this letter to others? Yet?"

"Harry and Ron have seen it."

Hermione noticed Albert's frown and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"Hagrid was too careless to actually write this in a letter. I've told him how many times." Albert shook his head involuntarily, "If you are so careless, you will get yourself into trouble sooner or later. No one can help him."

"Is there a problem with the letter?" Hermione was a little puzzled. She had also read the letter and found no problem.

"Of course there is a problem, and it is very serious." Albert reminded seriously: "What would others think if they saw this letter? If the hippogriff runs away by itself, everyone will know that it is a sea. Greg let it go, even if he had an alibi at the time, everyone would think he did it. If Malfoy got this letter, the hippogriff would definitely be dead, even in the end I'll let it go and I'll just stand up for Hagrid's violation of Ministry of Magic law."

"But...it shouldn't be evidence, right?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Do they need evidence? No, they don't." Albert looked at Hermione, who was disturbed, and shook his head. "As long as there is this letter, Lucius can let the Ministry of Magic sentence Hagrid and let him lose the professor. position, and by the way throw him in Azkaban prison."

"How could they..."

"Of course they can, don't care too much about the laws of the Ministry of Magic." Albert sneered, "Also, I will be in trouble then, those pure-blood wizards want to trouble me, they can find a suitable excuse ."

"To trouble you?" Hermione was even more confused.

"Because I embarrassed them, you understand?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I'm a Muggle wizard, and the bigger the halo, the more sarcastic it is to most pure-blood wizards. Stubborn pure-blood wizards are always on the top, I think it's not difficult for you to see Malfoy. out of this."

"But...they really..." Hermione seemed to want to say something, but finally shut up.

"Last time, when I won the Witcher chess championship, there were some bad noises? They won't allow Muggle wizards to shit and pee on their heads, like they once killed the first hemp in the wizarding world. The same as the Minister of Wizard Melon." Albert said amazingly.

Hermione opened her mouth in shock and looked at Albert in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that, that's what I was told," Albert recalled: "Nobby Leach was the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic in history, and in 1968, he suffered from a mysterious Illness forced him to leave and died that year. Nobby Leach was actually suffering from dragon pox. It is said that Abraxas Malfoy did a good job, Abraxas Malfoy was Draco Malfoy Fu's grandfather. However, the old guy got rid of it and died of dragon pox himself."

Albert stopped at this point and forced the topic back to say: "I will help Hagrid deal with the hippogriff, you three don't need to worry about anything, and don't talk nonsense everywhere, otherwise it will only hurt Hagrid. ."

Hermione nodded vigorously, then lowered her voice and asked, "The relationship between pure-blood wizards and Muggle wizards is really bad."

"Very bad, otherwise how did you think the whole bunch of Death Eaters around You-Know-Who got here?" Albert said calmly, "Like some Slytherins would call Muggle wizards Mudbloods."

Hermione thought of Malfoy for the first time.

"Okay, you don't need to worry about these things, and don't tell Ron and Harry what we are saying now, you can treat it as our secret." Albert said with a wink at Hermione.

"Why are you telling me this?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"You can take it as my friend's advice and advice to you."

"Friend? Thank you, Albert." Hermione smiled brightly.

"It's late at night, go back to sleep, be careful of catching a cold."

"OK, good night."

Hermione handed the cloak back to Albert, and walked towards the stairs with the book.

"Good night."

Albert looked at Hermione's leaving back and murmured, "What an innocent little girl."

He reached out to cover a yawn, raised his wand to extinguish the roaring flames in the fireplace, and walked towards his dormitory.