The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"How will you be here?"

Albert had just left Hagrid, and on his way back to the castle, he met an acquaintance who was not supposed to be at Hogwarts.

"I was invited to come here."

Rita Skeeter's eyes moved down, her eyes fell on the slightly swaying suitcase in Albert's hand, and she asked curiously, "What's in your suitcase?"

"How many Galleons did old Malfoy give you?" Albert asked suddenly.

"He's generous," Rita Skeeter said with a smile.

"That guy is really rich." Albert sneered, "I don't know how many Galleons that guy has spent on killing Hagrid's Hippogriff."

"Do you think that Hippogriff is innocent?" Rita Skeeter seemed to be interested and wanted to interview Albert's views on the matter.

"It's actually very simple," Albert said calmly. "Someone deliberately grabbed the dog's tail, but was bitten by the dog. Instead, he blamed the dog for its bad behavior and beat the dog to death."

"You know very well." Rita Skeeter naturally knew about this matter, and the actual situation was really similar to this.

However, the truth has nothing to do with her.

She is a reporter.

Only responsible for newspaper sales.

The so-called truth is really not that important in the face of hot sales.

"Who do you think will win this time?" Rita Skeeter demanded.

"Hagrid couldn't have won in the first place, and the reason: because he didn't have the money or power to bribe the Ministry of Magic officials, naturally he couldn't win."

"Do you think the Ministry of Magic is corrupt?" Rita Skeeter continued.

"At least, there has never been justice." Albert stopped and said to Rita Skeeter, "I can give you some news, and in a while, you will understand what I mean. "

"What will happen?" Rita Skeeter asked curiously. "Is it true that you are a prophet?"

"If you want to know, just wait."

"All right,

So can you tell me what's in the suitcase? The box seems to be moving. ' Rita Skeeter refocused her attention on the slightly quivering suitcase.

"There's a Boggart in there," Albert said without hesitation. "Just got it from Hagrid. What, are you interested in writing a story about Boggart?"

With that said, Albert made a gesture to open the box and release the Boggart in the box for the other party to see.

"No, I'm not interested, I'm actually more interested in you."

"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in you."

"People are very interested in you. Well, don't go, I can sneak a secret to you."

"Not interested." Albert turned his head and left.

Rita Skeeter had to hurry up, feeling that she was facing a stinky, hard rock, and her whole body was sullen.

"I heard that Wizengamore is going to give you the title of Wizengamore UK Youth Representative." Rita Skeeter stared at Albert's face, wanting to see how he would react knowing this.

"You know, I don't really like my news in the newspapers," Albert warned. "I don't want our conversations in the newspapers."

"Of course I know I'm not going to make it in the papers, I promise."

"Your guarantee is worthless," said Albert calmly. "Of course, I'm not afraid of you doing that, because you can't afford the consequences."

For some reason, when Rita Skeeter heard this, she felt chills all over and the smile on her face froze.

"We're a partnership, and I've always kept our promises."

"Well, I did hear other friends talk about it," said Albert, "but I haven't been notified, so I think the Wizengamore UK youth representative is just a rumor. ."

"As far as I know, it does happen. It is said that the Ministry of Magic is still going through the process." Rita Skeeter said in a low voice after hesitating for a while, "They gave a lot of money."

"Oh." Albert nodded to indicate that he knew.

"Your reaction is really abnormal."

"Otherwise, what else do you want me to do? It's just a representative of the British youth from Wizengamot. It's all the same."

After speaking, Albert went to the hall with the suitcase.

"Are they all the same?"

Rita Skeeter suddenly felt very boring.

Yes, Albert already has two world-class titles on his head, who knows if he will have more titles?

If he continues to participate, it is really possible.

The halo on his head is about to blind others, and the title of a Wizengamore British youth representative is really optional.

According to the latest information obtained by Rita Skeeter, Albert seems to have invented a very important spell and is expected to receive the Order of Merlin.

They just can't hold back, they really have to make room for that guy, unless they really want to be a joke.

"Oh, what a treasure boy, it's a pity that you can't dig it out, it's such a waste." Rita Skeeter murmured as she watched Albert leave.

Rita Skeeter really didn't dare to dig, for fear that she would die on the spot. The cold feeling just now was not an illusion. That guy was definitely not as gentle as he seemed.

"You know him well?"

Not long after Albert left, a voice sounded beside Rita Skeeter.

"Interviewed him once, a very difficult person to deal with," Rita Skeeter replied.

"I thought that was your area of ​​expertise." Lucius Malfoy walked towards the entrance hall of the castle.

"Writing his news is not worth it."

Rita Skeeter noticed a blond boy beside Lucius Malfoy, "This is the client, can I interview him?"

"It's not appropriate now, you can wait until the appeal is over before doing the interview." Lucius motioned for Draco to shut up.

"Where is the place of appeal, Dumbledore's office?" Rita Skeeter asked casually.

"Yes, it's in the principal's office. I'm here to pick up Draco to hear the appeal. Well, I think the representative of the Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures should be here soon." Lucius took out his pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the time. , "Dumbledore is a good Witness. Look, they've arrived."

Two wizards were approaching, one of them was very old, the other was tall with a shiny axe in his hand.

"I thought you wouldn't come." The middle-aged wizard greeted Lucius.

"I really didn't want to come here, but..."

Lucius didn't want this to be an accident, so he came over in person and brought Rita Skeeter with him.

Until then, he's spent a fortune on Galleons making sure Rita Skeeter's coverage shows only what he wants to see.

When several people entered the castle, they noticed that there were several bad eyes staring at them.

They turned their heads and saw that Harry and his two best friends were looking at the group of people with disgust.

"That's Harry Potter, the famous savior."

There was a faint sneer on the corner of Lucius' mouth, and he introduced to the people around him, "However, I heard that he is being chased by Black."

Draco didn't forget the beating the day before yesterday, smiled maliciously at the three of Harry, turned his head to Rita Skeeter and said, "Potter has always wanted to excuse that hippogriff. , they even wanted to let the beast go, if it wasn't for the big..."

"Shut up, Draco." Lucius glared at his son.

After the group disappeared, Ron spat on the ground in disdain, saying in disgust, "That's what the Ministry of Magic calls an appeal, and they even have an axe ready. It's disgusting."

"Don't forget, Albert won't let us interfere in this matter." Hermione glared at Ron fiercely.

"I regret."

Harry looked at the backs of those people leaving, and said gloomily, "Last time, I shouldn't have stopped you from turning Malfoy into a beast."

"If Buckbeak loses his head because of it, put Malfoy's head down the toilet," Ron suggested. "That beast only deserves shit."

"We should trust Albert, he will definitely prepare everything, and Hagrid will not lose the appeal easily." Hermione actually wanted to go to Albert, but she was worried that she would mess things up.

In fact, Albert really taught Hagrid's appeal skills and special cards, but those were obviously not to help Hagrid through the current difficulties, but to disgust the Malfoy family.

At this moment, in the principal's office.

Hagrid was sorting out the hand card that Albert gave him yesterday, took out a water bottle from his pocket, and poured a large sip of tranquilizer into his mouth.

"I'm glad you're ready to appeal." Dumbledore asked Hagrid, who was drinking water, "The tranquilizer that Mr. Anderson prepared for you?"

"He said I should drink some tranquilizers so that I can express my thoughts clearly during the appeal, so as not to be swayed by my emotions." Hagrid took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice, "He also prepared for me. With these cards in hand, I will definitely win the lawsuit today."

"Mr. Anderson is as reliable as ever." Dumbledore looked at the calm Hagrid and sighed in his heart. He also knew that Hagrid had little chance of winning.

"Actually, Anderson once told me that I had little chance of winning, so I was mentally prepared, so he made me drink more sedatives. He always said that panicking would not solve the problem." Hagrid's cheeks were a little stiff, and he seemed to be in a good mood. His face was so calm, his hands were still shaking slightly, and the blood of giants was obviously resistant to potions.

"Didn't that Mr. Anderson think of a better way for you?" asked the portrait on the headmaster's office wall. "I hear he's the smartest student ever at Hogwarts. But what the hell, how could he? Sorted out in Gryffindor."

"That's Mr. Anderson's own will." The Sorting Hat on the shelf said that he was not to blame.

"Yes. Albert asked me to send Buckbeak away when the school started. I regret not listening to his advice." Hagrid really regretted that he didn't listen to Albert's advice in the first place. .

"Prescient," said another portrait. "I heard that Mr. Anderson was also a prophet."

"I heard from an old friend that the Ministry of Magic is going to give him the title of Wizengamoor's British Youth Representative." The portraits in the office stopped pretending to be asleep, and all got up to chat, but the topic seemed a bit off.

"No." Hagrid said suddenly, "The Ministry of Magic seems to have deliberately blocked the title, saying that it is going through the process. It is estimated that when the Ministry of Magic has completed the process, Albert will be an adult."

"It's just a broken title, even if the Ministry of Magic doesn't give it. With the level of Albert's performance, I doubt that he can get all the awards before graduation."

"It's really hard to imagine a genius like that being a Muggle wizard."

"Don't be silly Evra, that kid isn't a Muggle," Phineas interrupted rudely. "The guy you're talking about has Smith blood."

"Abbot is a pure-blood wizard?" Hagrid couldn't help widening his eyes. He felt that something was wrong, because Albert had said that his parents were Muggles.

"I think Mr. Anderson should know." Dumbledore crossed his fingers and said calmly: "However, he probably doesn't want anyone to mention this."

Dumbledore's words aroused the curiosity of the portraits, and they were all curious about what the Smiths did to let a genius wander outside.

"Because of some unpleasant things, Mr. Anderson's grandfather was kicked out of the Smith house, so their relationship is quite bad." Dumbledore did not intend to elaborate on this matter.

"I know." Phineas said suddenly.

"Hurry up and say Phineas, don't hide your appetite." The portraits began to criticize Phineas.

An old man even waved his cane at Phineas, threatening, "Say it now, or I'll beat you up."

"Squib."

The headmaster's office suddenly fell into a dead silence. In most wizarding families, Squibs are a sensitive topic, a taboo that no one wants to mention.

However, the most ironic thing is that the descendant of the Squib is actually a genius.

The silence in the principal's office was broken by a sudden knock on the door.

The portraits on the walls pretended to be asleep.

Hagrid opened the door, and when he saw Lucius who followed the others in, he could hardly contain his anger, "What are you doing here?"

"Dear friend, please believe me, if possible, I don't want to come to hear your appeal." There was a sneer on the corner of Lucius' mouth.

"Okay, it's almost time, let's start now!" Dumbledore waved his wand and pulled out a few armchairs out of thin air.

"Draco, be by my side." Lucius pulled his son away from Hagrid, for fear that he would go mad and hurt his son.

"Okay, then we will now proceed to the appeal of the hippogriff's wounding incident." After consulting Dumbledore's consent, the elderly wizard took out a parchment from his pocket and read the parchment. After reading the content on the post, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Hagrid, you don't agree with the first sentence of death penalty, and hope that the sentence can be changed to compensate the victim's medical expenses, right?"

"right."

"So, you agree that the hippogriff is guilty, right?"