The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"Harry, Ron..." Hermione urged in a low voice, "We have to get out of here quickly."

Hermione regretted it, regretting why she didn't insist on preventing the two from sneaking over.

At this moment, Harry hadn't regained his senses, his face was full of confusion, and he hadn't even figured out what was going on over there.

Buckbeak seems to have disappeared out of thin air?

Yes.

The hippogriff disappeared out of thin air in front of the three of them, leaving no trace, as if someone had cast a vanishing spell on it.

Is it really the Vanishing Curse?

Hermione doubted that even Professor McGonagall would be able to make such a huge hippogriff disappear out of thin air.

However, this was undoubtedly the work of Albert Anderson, but none of the three could see how Albert had made the Hippogriff disappear in front of them.

After the Hippogriff was discovered to be missing, the Dangerous Committee was briefly in disarray.

Before Harry could gloat over this, he heard Lucius Malfoy growling angrily, "Harry Potter hid that beast."

To be honest, Harry was dumbfounded to hear Lucius Malfoy's slander.

This was obviously done by Albert, what does it have to do with him?

Could it be that the Malfoys are all fools?

"Harry, let's get out of here quickly. After Buckbeak disappears, they will definitely find Dementors to help them search."

Hermione reached out and grabbed Harry's arm, urging him to leave.

If Malfoy found out that the three of them were here, even if they hadn't let Buckbeak go, it would have been on their heads.

Hermione thought of the reason.

If you didn't do it, what are you doing sneaking around here at this time?

They might even be a drag on Hagrid and Albert.

"Oh, by the way, Hermione, do you know how Albert got the Hippogriff out of sight?" Harry asked curiously.

"do not know,

Harry. "Hermione shook her head and reminded: "Don't bring this up, we don't know anything. "

"There are times when you don't know." Ron said, pretending to be surprised.

"Can we go back to the castle first, I dare say they must go to the Dementors for help." Hermione felt that Harry and Ron were so naive because they were not beaten by reality. "

"Malfoy must be mad." Ron's face was full of schadenfreude.

Lucius Malfoy was really mad at this. They soon contacted the Dementors stationed around the Hogwarts school through the Ministry of Magic, and determined that no creatures flew away from Hogwarts just now.

As for the forest behind the pumpkin patch, after a careful search by the dementors, there was no sign of the hippogriff's departure at all, and the beast seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Lucius Malfoy was naturally unwilling to accept such a result, and he was convinced that Hagrid had found some way to smuggle Buckbeak to safety.

Thinking that the other party was actually moving the Hippogriff under his own eyelids, Lucius Malfoy was furious.

After all, it was just the time to sign the name, and the beast disappeared out of thin air.

"Dumbledore, I suspect that the Hippogriff was hidden in the castle," McNeill said to Dumbledore, who was drinking brandy. "So, we're going to search Hogwarts Castle."

"This is against the rules." The old wizard frowned and reminded.

In fact, such an outcome was undoubtedly the best outcome for the old wizard. The hippogriff was not dead, and Hagrid should not hold any grudge against him, and he successfully completed his mission.

As for the hippogriff's escape, he really couldn't blame him.

After all, Dumbledore was there, and he didn't find any clues, let alone himself.

"I will never allow Dementors to enter Hogwarts School." Dumbledore said his bottom line.

Lucius Malfoy kept his eyes fixed on Dumbledore, his eyes moved to the brandy on the table, his lips trembled imperceptibly.

snort!

Malfoy left in a huff.

Lucius knew he had lost, and even if he could persuade Fudge to send the Aurors over to search Hogwarts Castle, he would have missed the best time. During this time, the other party had already moved the hippogriff to a place where others could not find it.

"Okay Hagrid, then I'll go back first." Dumbledore got up and prepared to leave.

"Dumbledore, I'm with you, just about to tell Albert about divination." Hagrid got up and followed Dumbledore out of the hunting lodge, he didn't need to forget what the headmaster's portrait told him to tell him.

Of course, Hagrid couldn't wait to meet Albert and find out what happened to Buckbeak.

When Hagrid walked side by side with Dumbledore, he often turned his head to look at the woods behind him: "Do you think they will come up with other things?"

"No, Buckbeak has already escaped, even if they searched the castle, it would be meaningless." Dumbledore was telling the truth, he didn't think the Ministry of Magic could find the hidden Buckbeak in the castle.

"Tell Mr. Anderson that I like lemonade," Dumbledore reminded.

Hagrid was a little confused and didn't understand what Dumbledore meant by that. However, he will still tell Albert in full.

After being separated from Dumbledore in the foyer, Hagrid soon found Albert in the hall who was having dinner. He strode forward and put his hand on his shoulder, "Thank you for the hand card and sedative you gave me, they all work."

"Did you win the case?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.

"No, I still lost in the end." Hagrid's face did not show the loss of losing the lawsuit, but looked very excited.

"Then why do you look so happy." Lee Jordan couldn't understand Hagrid's thoughts.

"Just now Buckbeak escaped on his own, it's free," announced Hagrid.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan all looked at Albert, and they dared to pat their chests to assure that it was definitely Albert who did this.

But how did Albert do it?

For the last two hours, Albert has been with them in the library.

"What's the reaction from the Ministry of Magic?" Albert glanced at the tasks completed in the task panel, and raised his head to ask Hagrid's follow-up situation.

"Lucius Malfoy is mad," said Hagrid. "They searched the sky and the woods behind the pumpkin fields and found nothing."

"After all, some people tried so hard and ended up in vain. Naturally, it's hard to accept the reality." Albert asked suddenly, "However, you definitely didn't come to me for this matter!"

"By the way, someone wants to ask you to help with divination." Hagrid also realized that he was talking too much, so he quickly changed the subject and briefly said that the portrait in the principal's office wanted to ask Albert for divination.

"Portrait looking for Albert's divination?"

All three thought it was a novelty.

"Yes." Hagrid nodded.

"I'm charged for divination for strangers." Albert frowned and asked, "Have you mentioned this to that person?"

"I told him about it, I think..." Hagrid actually couldn't figure out how to give the portrait to Albert Galleon, "Maybe, Dumbledore would be willing to give it the Galleon! Yes! Now, if you're free tomorrow, go to my place for tea, and Dumbledore asked me to tell you that he likes lemonade."

"Oh." Albert nodded to indicate that he knew it. As for when to divination for that portrait, it would depend on when he was free.

Anyway, he's in no hurry!

"What does that mean?" Fred asked suspiciously.

"The password in the stone carving in front of the principal's office." Albert explained.

Just as Hagrid was about to leave, he happened to bump into the Harry trio who had just entered the hall.

"Hagrid, are you all right?"

"I'm fine Harry, Buckbeak flew away by himself." Hagrid excitedly told Harry about it.

"Congratulations Hagrid." Hermione was sincerely happy for Hagrid.

"I bet some people must be mad." Ron made an obscene gesture at Malfoy who was staring at him, and couldn't help sneering: "Look at his expression, it's like someone put someone in his mouth. There's a lot of shit in there."

"Shut up Ron, everyone is eating now, can you stop talking about those disgusting things." The twins turned their heads and glared at Ron, threatening, "Be careful we put a big dung bomb in your mouth."

Ron obediently shut up because Fred and George really took out big dung bombs out of their pockets, god knows why these two bastards stuffed that stuff in their pockets.

"What are you thinking?" Lee Jordan asked.

"I really didn't expect that the first customer who asked me for divination was actually a painting." Albert actually didn't plan to help the other party for divination, at least not for the time being.

Let him wait!

Although Albert thought so, he soon found that he didn't go to the other party, and the other party actually came to him, and he seemed a little impatient.

When Albert returned to the Gryffindor common room, he met him in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.

It was a wizard with a goatee and a silver and green Slytherin outfit.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson, let me introduce myself, my name is Phineas Nigellus Black, once the headmaster of Hogwarts." The portrait introduced himself to Albert, "I think that big... Hagrid should have told you that I would like to ask you for a divination."

"Aren't you afraid that I'm a liar?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"The Black family is not short of money." Phineas said to Albert, "I can give you a hundred Galleons to help me fortune whether Regulus Black is still alive."

"You're dead," Albert reminded, "you shouldn't interfere with reality."

"I know, but what does this have to do with your deal?" Phineas asked rhetorically.

"It really doesn't matter." Albert nodded and said, "This is just a transaction. As long as I see Garen, I will help you divination."

"You can go to the headmaster's office," Phineas said. "Dumbledore has already helped prepare Galleon."

"You can ask the house-elf to send Garen to my dormitory, and I can help you with divination." Albert said, "Let the fat lady open the door."

"Do you really know how to fortune?" the fat lady asked curiously.

"Who knows?" Albert lifted his foot and walked in.

After a while, the house-elf actually delivered a bag of Galleons, along with a portrait of Phineas.

"This is the fee, can you start, I want to know if Regulus Black is still alive." Phineas said, staring at the crystal ball in front of him.

"Is Regulus Black still alive?"

Albert put his hand lightly on the crystal ball, looked at the gradually rotating white mist, and repeated what he wanted to know in his mind.

Soon, a pale face was reflected in the crystal ball, and he looked like he was floating in water.

"Unfortunately, Regulus Black is dead, and his body may be in the water." Albert adjusted the position of the portrait so that Phineas could see it more clearly.

The old man was silent, although he had guessed it long ago, but seeing the death of his great-grandson was a big blow to him, because it meant that the heir of the Black family was only Sirius Black, and that The bastard is still a dangerous and wanted criminal, and if caught by the Ministry of Magic, he will certainly not survive.

"I wonder how Regulus Black died, and whether Sirius Black was caught by the Ministry of Magic and lost his life."

"You know, every divination costs money." Albert reminded with a smile.

"The guy who wants money." Phineas glanced and said, "I will ask the house-elf to bring it to you later. I promise by the reputation of the Black family."

"You know, I don't believe this."

"Oh, heck, wait a second." Phineas disappeared from the portrait frame, and after a while, the house-elf brought another bag of Galleons.

"Can we start?" Phineas reappeared, annoyed.

"certainly."

This time, a necklace appeared on the crystal ball.

"What does it mean?"

"His death should be related to this necklace, this thing should be related to Slytherin, it has a snake mark on it," Albert said.

"No?" Phineas asked with wide eyes.

"Gone."

"I need more detailed information."

"Which prophet have you seen who can present the whole thing? Anyway, I can only predict some key fragments, or some key items." Albert pushed the purse to the portrait, "That's it. Bar."

Phineas was a little confused and didn't understand what Albert meant, but he quickly reacted. Albert was saying that their deal was over, and he didn't accept the Galleon either. "

"Wait, I want to know about Sirius Black." Phineas hurriedly shouted, he hadn't finished asking what he wanted to know. "

"The wanted criminal?"

"right."

"Tell me whether he deserves it, and whether he will be killed." Phineas is still very concerned about the situation of the Black family.

"Okay." Albert declared in advance, "However, no matter what the outcome is, I won't refund you any more."

"let's start."

When Albert's hand brushed over the crystal ball again, what appeared in the crystal ball was a picture of Harry and Blake walking side by side, and the two seemed to be talking.

"It seems that Blake should be innocent, otherwise it would be impossible to walk with Potter and chat with each other with laughter." Albert said looking at the picture in the crystal ball.

Phineas breathed a sigh of relief, but he quickly remembered something and cursed angrily, "The trash at the Ministry of Magic, they threw people into Azkaban prison without even having a trial."

"Like what the Ministry of Magic would do," Albert said to Phineas after putting away his purse. Dumbledore helped with the problem."

"I'll be. But is there anything you can do?"

"Catch Pettigrew Peter." Albert said without hesitation, "As long as you can catch Pettigrew Peter, you should be able to prove Blake's innocence. Good luck."

"I want to know where Pettigrew Peter is?" Phineas said. "Help me catch that guy, and I'll let Sirius Black give you a Galleon, a thousand, no, three thousand."

"Black's reward is 10,000 Galleons." Albert reminded, "And I suggest you go to Dumbledore for help. It is more reliable to find him than to find me."

"Help him? Of course, I will ask Dumbledore for help, but I prefer to trust you." Phineas shook his head, "I heard about Hagrid, you are more reliable than Dumbledore. If not With your help, I think that beast is dead."

"Five thousand Galleons." Albert took out a record ball, "I'll help you catch Pettigrew Peter and clear the name of Sirius Black."

"I agree, but I will not pay this Galleon until it's done." Phineas agreed.

Albert glanced at the task panel and was very satisfied with the newly refreshed "Innocent Dog" task. He began to write the contract between the two parties, and dictated it, recording the verbal agreement between the two parties through the recording ball.