The Alchemist of Harry Potter

At dusk, the shops on both sides of the main street of Hogsmeade Village were ready to close.

Dementors will patrol the streets after sunset every day, and closing the shop early is the best option to avoid dealing with these dark creatures.

Albert was walking alone on the deserted street. When he was about to go to the Three Broom Tavern, there was a sudden sound of Apparition in front of him, and Mog McDougall appeared out of thin air without warning. He took out his pocket watch from his pocket, looked at the time, and raised his head to look at Albert who was walking towards him.

"The time is just right."

Mog smiled and reached out to Albert, and after the latter grabbed it, the two disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared.

Albert opened his eyes again and found himself in a remote wilderness, with the sea's saltiness in the wind blowing in front of him.

Mog led the way ahead, while introducing the situation here to Albert.

They're on a remote seaside somewhere in south Wales, and there's a manor house where this year's Easter party will be held.

As soon as the two walked to the edge of a cliff, Albert could clearly feel that there was something ahead, and the traces left by the spell casting were obvious.

"We have arrived."

Mog raised his wand and whispered a spell, the air in front of him distorted, and a fictional iron door like fog appeared out of thin air.

After the two entered, the entrance disappeared.

"We have many similar manors, and many of these manors are the inheritance left by other heirs." Mog introduced to Albert, "The manor assigned to you is also one of them. These houses were originally for us to live in, but Not everyone is willing to live in this kind of place, after all, the heirs are not short of money. Later, those manors were protected by magic and used for temporary gatherings, emergency shelters, or as Floo powder factories."

"Master, Mr. Bud and Mr. Gerber have arrived, and only Mr. Tiberius is still in the future." The house-elf bowed slightly towards Mog. "The banquet can start at any time."

"Just start at the scheduled time." When Mog brought Albert into the hall, Bud and Gerber were eating and chatting.

After seeing them come in, he showed a gentle smile to the two of them. Bud also recommended to Albert a dessert that tasted soft, a bit like pudding. It was said to be some kind of magic dessert that could keep the user in the mood. Pleasure.

Albert suspected that there was a euphoria in the thing. However, it tastes good,

It tastes a bit like custard.

"Good evening, I hope I'm not late."

Tiberius Ogden appeared in the hall at the beginning of the banquet, and greeted several people in the seats with a smile.

"You're always on time, well, everyone's here, let's start the dinner!" Mog said, holding up the champagne first, "First of all, we should congratulate our champion Mr. Albert, and congratulate Albert for his magical school potion. Championship winner."

"You probably don't know that the stubborn old guys in Wizengamot almost got their noses crooked when they heard the news." Tiberius happily raised his glass towards Albert and said, "Those bad-hearted guys would rather you lose than see you win a championship."

"I heard similar news."

Gerber Smith raised his glass to Albert and said, "They are very unhappy, but they have to hold back their unhappiness. Who told you to win back the Potions Championship for Britain!"

"How do you feel about winning the second international championship?" Bud asked with a smile and raised his glass.

"It was a bad game, it was never a fair competition, everyone was cheating." Albert took a sip of champagne and shook his head in disappointment: "The so-called golden cauldron is not a cauldron made of gold, but a gold-plated cauldron. Good, originally I wanted to experience what it's like to boil medicine in a golden crucible."

"It's normal to be disappointed. In fact, a long time ago, the gold cauldron was actually made of gold," Gerber recalls. "Then, at some point, the gold cauldron became a gold-plated cauldron."

"About two hundred years ago, the organizer of that session claimed that the funds were not enough. In fact, someone embezzled a lot of money, and in the end they could only get a gold-plated crucible for the champion. Since that time, the golden crucible symbolizing the championship trophy has been They have all turned into gold-plated crucibles. Later, someone finally stopped watching, so they gave the champion a bag of gold coins as a reward for winning the championship." Tiberius said with disgust: "Since that time the gold-plated crucible was replaced by a gold-plated one, The Potions Tournament has no glory to speak of, and probably after the Gilded Crucible incident, the Potions Tournament gradually evolved into what it is now."

"I didn't expect that there is such a history." Albert felt that he had learned a lot today.

"A little disappointed?"

"After all, even if the golden cauldron is restored, it's just a thankless task." Albert said he could understand, "Also, the golden cauldron is more of a symbol."

"No, the original meaning of the golden cauldron is actually to allow the winners to exchange the cauldron for money when necessary, so as not to be impoverished." Tiberius said, "After all, I want to make an excellent potion The teacher concentrates on researching potions, at least he has to ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing, so that the other party can focus on potion research."

"By the way, is the title of the Wizengamore British Youth Representative stuck like this?" Mog suddenly remembered something and reminded: "I remember that Albert will come of age at the end of October this year, and when he becomes an adult, the Ministry of Magic will There is reason to cancel his title as the Wizengamore UK Youth Representative."

"It's just a broken title, they don't want to give it." Albert ate his plate of grilled prawns slowly, not caring about the so-called "Title of the British Youth Representative in Wizengamore".

"They will give it." Tiberius comforted: "Also, Albert probably does not lack that title."

Not many people present really cared about that title, mainly because Albert had enough titles.

Even if they don't want to give it, they will still have to give it in the future. Now is no longer the era when pure-bloodism dominates the sky.

The death of Abraxas Malfoy with dragonpox is a prime example.

"I still remember that you seem to have a Werewolf recovery spell. How is the spell now? Have you tested the effect of the spell on a werewolf?"

"I haven't used it on a werewolf yet. I don't know what the effect is." Albert did not hide it, and continued, "You should also know that I basically have no chance to try this spell."

"We have to try the effect on a werewolf," Mog said without hesitation. "A Merlin Medal is much more valuable than the title of the British Youth Representative at Wizengamore. Even Dumbledore didn't get it during school. Medal of the Order of Merlin."

"The Restoring Humanoid Spell is a very difficult transformation magic." Bard said to everyone: "I think the first success of this spell should be completed by Albert."

"I don't mind these things." Albert ate his lobster, expressing that he didn't care about these false names at all, "Besides, werewolves are dangerous."

"Yes, the werewolf is very dangerous, but we can let him take the wolf poison medicine in advance, and put him in a solid cage to make sure that there is no threat after he transforms." Bud suddenly asked, "I remember your black The professor of magical defense seems to be Remus John Lupin, right?"

"Yes, it's Professor Lupin." Albert guessed their thoughts, frowned and said, "You want me to try on him, this is not a good idea."

"No, we can wait until Lupin resigns from Hogwarts before inviting him to the Test, and he'll say yes. You probably didn't know that last June, Dolores Umbridge drafted a The law against werewolves makes it hard for those werewolves who are willing to keep their own feet to find a job. He must be in need of this huge salary. Moreover, if the test is successful, countless werewolves will benefit from it. When people face werewolves It will also be safer.”

"It's like what that pink toad would do." Albert's impression of Dolores Umbridge was not good. He never forgot that one of his quest rewards would deduct Dolores Umbridge. Umbridge favorability.

"Toad? That's a very apt description." Tiberius took a sip of red wine gracefully, and commented with a smile: "She's a hypocritical and vicious woman, and there's nothing wrong with staying away from her."

"As you probably don't know, Umbridge keeps claiming in the Ministry of Magic that her late father was a wonderful Wizengamore." Gerber seemed to want to laugh when he said this, "but the truth is above, Umbridge's father was Orford Umbridge, who worked in the Magic Repair Division, and his mother was a Muggle named Alan. She later persuaded Orford Umbridge to retire early , and gave him a small sum of money to make sure he disappeared from the Ministry of Magic without a trace, so she wouldn't be ashamed.

"Did you investigate very clearly?" Albert was very surprised.

"Of course it's clear that there are people at the Ministry of Magic who need attention, we've been keeping an eye on them so we can stay away from them, by the way, your Wizengamore UK youth representative is stuck for this guy's sake. ."

"By the way, there is a Barnabus Finkley excellent spell casting competition this summer, do you want to participate?" Gerber said suddenly.

"I don't know much about that award." The topic jumped almost to make Albert unable to react.

"It doesn't matter, let Bud explain it to you in detail at that time, I dare say that you will definitely win the award easily." Tiberius suggested: "If I were you, I would sweep away all the awards that can be obtained before graduation. All over again, graduating from Hogwarts with a myriad of halos. When you graduate school, whatever job you want to work on will be easy."

"Speaking of the competition, I heard that the Ministry of Magic is trying to restore the Triwizard Tournament." Bud interjected, "Maybe, next semester, you can also win the Triwizard Tournament by the way."

"I've heard about this competition, and it seems to be banned because of the frequent deaths."

Of course, Albert knew that the Triwizard Tournament would be held next semester, and he had already planned to participate in the competition, so as to trigger the task and get a lot of experience rewards. "

"Yeah, it's a bit dangerous," Bud said. "If you want, I'll sign you up for the Barnabus Finkley excellent spell casting competition. You can stop by when it's over there. Watch this year's Quidditch World Cup final."

"Who else is going to the Quidditch World Cup?" asked Tiberius Ogden, looking around.

"I need three, how many does Albert want?" Mog asked sideways.

"About four?" Albert said uncertainly.

"That's fine. Then you go to the Quidditch final with them." Mog nodded.

"I'll let the owl take it to you." Tiberius suddenly asked: "When do you and Isobel plan to get married, and then I can be a witness for you."

"Haha, it's too late, Tiberius." Bud said this with a particularly unscrupulous smile.

"Bud, I'm older than you and I'm more suitable to be a witness." Tiberius reminded

"Look at me, it's useless. Their witness is not me."

"Gerber, could it be you?" Tiberius asked suspiciously, he actually knew that Gerber wanted this position more.

"No." Gerber shook his head and said, "I only heard about this now."

He never intended to have that bloody relationship with Albert, that would make their relationship worse.

They both carry the Wildsmith surname now anyway, which is enough for Gerber.

"Could it be Sierra Harris?" McGonagall asked suspiciously. "Could it be Dumbledore?"

"You can't guess, do you want my husband not to answer?" Bud actually wanted to be a witness, but later found out that someone had already taken the lead, and he was depressed for a while.

Now, it's everyone else's turn to be depressed.

Everyone no longer gave Bud the opportunity to hang his appetite, and looked directly at Albert.

"It's Mr. Nico." Albert announced the answer: "He is my teacher."

Albert told them about going to Nico's house last year.

"It seems that Nico is really optimistic about you. He has prepared everything for you." Tiberius was a little disappointed, but there was no good way.

The banquet lasted until the evening, and most of the time was spent talking about various trivial matters and enhancing everyone's feelings.

By the time Albert returned to Hogwarts Castle, it was approaching the eleven o'clock curfew.

When he returned to the Glenfindor common room with a box full of desserts, there were hardly any other students.

"Why are you still working so hard during the Easter holidays?"

"Where have you been?" Hermione smelled a faint smell of alcohol from Albert. "Drinking?"

"Going to the banquet, by the way, this is for you." Albert took out a sweet treat from the box and placed it in front of Hermione.

When I came back, I took a lot. Apart from the one that the house-elf gave to Isobel just now, there were still five copies in the box, enough for others to share.

"What's this, pudding?" Hermione looked curiously at the pudding-like dessert in front of her.

"I don't know, it's said to be a magical dessert that can make people feel good." After Albert finished speaking, he was ready to go back to the dormitory to share the dessert in the box with Fred, George and Lee Jordan.