The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The Hippogriff's escape was being widely reported in the Daily Prophet, a report that directly made the Ministry of Magic's Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures a laughing stock. Rita Kist didn't forget to put the cauldron on their heads for deliberately letting go of the hippogriff. Now everyone knows that the clever hippogriff took less than ten seconds to successfully slip away from the Committee's nose.

"Is there any important news in the paper?" Ron took the Daily Prophet from Harry and began to read the headlines.

"No, the Ministry of Magic still hasn't been able to find any trace of Buckbeak." Harry seemed to think of something, and then continued, "However, they seem to be suspicious of Hagrid, thinking that he secretly unchained Buckbeak and let him go. gram."

"They're just looking for scapegoats, and I bet that if Dumbledore hadn't vouched for Hagrid, he might have been put in Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic," said Hermione sharply. "And, the newspapers. There was no mention of bribes being taken by Ministry of Magic officials."

"Don't be mad at Hermione," Harry reassured, "At least, Buckbeak isn't dead."

In fact, what Harry didn't know was that Lucius Malfoy had applied to the Ministry of Magic for a polygraph on him to see if he had anything to do with the Hippogriff's escape, but the matter was rejected by the Minister of Magic .

Once Legilimency or Veritaserum is used, Harry will have no secrets.

However, the so-called "laws" of the Ministry of Magic clearly do not allow the abuse of those things in plain sight, let alone on the Savior.

"Where are you going?" Harry looked suspiciously at Hermione who was packing.

"There is a meeting of the Defense Association today, are you going to attend?" Hermione packed her things and prepared to leave, "I remember it seemed to be a confrontation practice with Boggart."

"wait for me."

Harry didn't want to stay for a long time to do his holiday homework, and immediately packed up and prepared to go to the party with Hermione.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Forget it, I'll go too." Ron stuffed the rolled up newspaper into his bag, planning to go to the eight o'clock party with Harry and Hermione.

Before attending the party, the three of them went back to the dormitory, put down their backpacks, and then hurried to a certain corridor on the seventh floor of the castle.

As soon as the three arrived, they were taken aback by the crowded and noisy crowd in the corridor.

"There are so many people."

After walking through the crowded corridor,

Ron couldn't help sighing.

"There are indeed many people willing to come to the party."

Hermione counted the students gathered in the corridor on the seventh floor, and there were more than 100 people.

In fact, this is really thanks to the mysterious man.

Many students who were curious about the appearance of the mysterious man gathered together, because today they were also practicing against Boggart, and they might have the opportunity to witness the true face of the mysterious man.

Of course, there is another reason that Albert's Defense Association allows others to participate in the past, and there are actually many admirers of him.

"I saw a lot of Slytherin students, and those guys seem to have bad intentions." Ron saw a lot of acquaintances at a glance.

"Look over there."

Harry raised his finger to Malfoy who was talking to someone in the hallway.

Ron looked in the direction of Harry's finger, blinking involuntarily, suspecting that he had read it wrong.

That's right, Mr. Malfoy with diarrhea and no toilet paper.

He was lucky. Two days ago, he met an acquaintance who helped him deliver toilet paper, allowing him to escape the tragedy of no toilet paper.

Honestly, Harry didn't think the students who made trouble should be allowed to attend the party, especially Malfoy, who always looked down on Muggle-born wizards, how could he come here to party?

How weird is this.

"Everyone be quiet!"

Albert came out of the passage behind the portrait and said to the noisy students in the hallway, "I think a lot of people probably don't know what we're doing here."

"Learn Defence Against the Dark Arts?" someone said.

"Practice against Boggart?"

Many people were talking in different ways, and there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Unfortunately, this is actually the fifth-grade Defence Against the Dark Arts exam cram school."

Albert used the tip of his wand to make a harsh explosion, and after everyone covered their ears, everyone gradually quieted down.

"We are gathering here to hope that the fifth graders will get a good grade in the upcoming .Ls Defence Against the Dark Arts exam, so I don't want you to make a mistake, misunderstand anything."

There were whispers all around.

"Of course, we do not reject other students, if you want to familiarize yourself with the content of the Ls Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in advance." Albert paused and continued, "But there are a few points that everyone needs to know: the content of the party. The fifth grade students will be the first priority. If you want to participate in this party, it is forbidden to make trouble. If you don't like it, you can leave quietly. Finally, if someone deliberately makes trouble, I think someone will be willing to stop him from wasting everyone's precious time. Let's go in after you're clear."

With that said, Albert turned and walked into the secret room, leaving behind a group of students who were whispering.

Most of the fifth-grade students followed. They were a little bit complaining about Albert for putting everyone in, but Albert's words just now clearly arranged everything.

Will Boggart appear in the practice assessment?

Naturally, they also asked sixth and seventh graders.

The answer is yes.

No one wants to lose their chance to face Boggart because of someone.

Many people are willing to go in and have a look out of curiosity.

After all, everyone said the last party was fun, and they wanted to follow up.

Therefore, there were actually quite a few students in the follow-up room, and the space that had been slightly enlarged seemed a little crowded.

"Okay, I won't say more nonsense, the fifth graders come and line up." Albert said.

"Can't we participate?" someone couldn't help asking.

"There are too many people, and time is limited," Albert said.

"Then what's the point of us coming to the party." The man complained again, and was recognized by many students.

"The door is over there."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that no one forced you to come, and no one forced you to stay here. If you don't like it, you can leave directly. The door is over there." Fred and George both smiled maliciously at the man, "You You can leave by yourself, or we can send you away."

"I want to see how you..."

The man froze before he could finish speaking.

"I'm sorry everyone let me go, we have to send this guy out." Fred walked towards the man who fell to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing!" Many people didn't expect that they would actually do it directly.

"Send him away, of course."

"I repeat, no one forced you to come, and no one forced you to stay here. If you want to leave, the door is over there. If you want to make trouble at the party, we will throw you out directly." Albert's voice was in the room sounded in.

"I'd rather see who threw who out."

Several students hiding in the crowd secretly cast a curse on Albert, but the spell was bounced off before hitting Albert, which made the guy who had succeeded in the sneak attack instantly dumbfounded.

"This……"

Before the Slytherin student could react, he was hit by several spells and slumped to the ground. The other guys who were fighting the fire just now were taken care of, and the scene was chaotic.

Of course, more often than not, other colleges are secretly taking revenge on the students of Slytherin House.

Therefore, the vast majority of those who were knocked down were Slytherin students, and only a few rationalists, before the conflict, hid aside and were not affected.

"If you don't like it, don't force it. There is a price to pay for making trouble. Why don't you understand what people say?" Fred and George threw a certain Slytherin into the corridor outside, and the others followed suit. A group of Slytherin students soon lay in the corridor. As for whether there are innocents among them, it can only be regarded as unlucky for him.

"Okay, everyone in the way has disappeared." Albert came back to the closed Bogut box: "Everyone, go ahead and try to solve Bogut's problem."