The Alchemist of Harry Potter

After the Easter holidays, there was a dull atmosphere in the castle. Most of the students spend the Easter break to do their homework, and they don't have time to study for the final exam. Just after the Easter break, they suddenly realize that the final exam is only one month away from them, and they feel even more anxious. Depressed.

Not only the final exams, but the Quidditch final between Gryffindor and Slytherin is also approaching with the end of the Easter holiday. This final to decide the Quidditch champion will be the first after the holiday. Weekend starts.

On the eve of the game, the atmosphere in the Gryffindor common room was depressing, with restlessness and unease in the noisy environment.

The players are sitting in armchairs in the corner of the lounge, drinking butterbeer and eating desserts on the table, discussing tactics that may be used tomorrow, and how to attack the weak spot of Slytherin.

It's not enough to just beat the Slytherin team, they have to be more than fifty points ahead of the Slytherin team and catch the Snitch to win the ultimate Quidditch trophy, so Angelina, Arya and Katie are looking for The golfer becomes the focus of this discussion.

Fred and George think Wood overlooked one thing, they think the Slytherins will absolutely use all kinds of despicable means to prevent them from winning, so they should use Transylvanian fakes to fight back powerfully, not at all. Need to be polite to them.

When Albert took Tom downstairs to let out the air, he could naturally feel everyone's anxiety, but some things were difficult to understand, and in the end, it could only be summed up as the so-called atmosphere. Even Hermione was infected by this atmosphere and put down her hands. book.

"I can't concentrate on my studies." Hermione closed the book and said to Albert, who was teasing the cat next to her.

"It's too noisy here. If you want to read, you should go back to the dormitory?" Albert said, stroking Tom's little head gently.

"No, that's not the reason." Hermione shook her head. "I feel very irritable and a little nervous."

"It's not you playing the game, why are you nervous?"

"I hope Harry can beat Malfoy and win the championship for Gryffindor." Hermione suddenly wanted Crookshanks by her side. She reached out to Tom, scratched at the end of Tom's ear, and said to Albert, "If I lose to the Slytherins, to someone like Malfoy, I'm sure I can't take it."

"You should believe in Harry, believe in everyone, they have been training hard, desperately trying to win the game." Albert comforted softly, "Also, Potter has Firebolts, completely crushing Marr on his broomstick. blessing."

"You are very calm." Hermione felt that Albert didn't care much about the outcome of the Quidditch match tomorrow.

"Because I believe Harry will bring victory to Gryffindor," said Albert calmly.

"Oh, I almost forgot that you can predict the outcome of the game," Hermione muttered softly. "Looks like Gryffindor won in the end."

For some reason, Hermione's mood suddenly improved.

"By the way, your Crookshanks can catch mice, right?" Albert thought that Hermione seemed to have made up his mind, and asked aside the topic.

Hermione looked at Albert suspiciously, not understanding what he was doing with this matter, and quietly waited for him to continue.

"There seems to be a lot of mice in Hagrid's hut. He asked me to borrow Tom from me last time, and said he asked Tom to help catch mice." Albert continued, "However, my Tom can't catch mice."

"Can't your Tom catch mice?" Hermione had a hard time imagining a cat that didn't know how to catch mice.

"Tom only acts like a spoiled child with me all day long." Albert reached out and lightly tapped Tom's head, ignoring its protest, and then reached out to touch Tom's chubby belly, "However, for me this is the way to go. Enough, I don't need Tom to be able to catch mice, I will keep it anyway, the meaning of keeping a pet is more about company."

Hermione felt that Albert's Tom was abandoned by him, but one thing undeniable, Tom was cuter than her Crookshanks, and he was better at acting cute and coquettish, which was very attractive to girls. .

Of course, Hermione actually agreed with Albert's sentence: the meaning of keeping pets is more about company.

"When will Hagrid use the cat?" Hermione asked. "How about I send Crookshanks over to help catch the mice sometime?"

"I'll ask Hagrid about it next time I run into Hagrid, after all, the cat and mouse might mess up Hagrid's cabin."

"Don't worry, Crookshanks is very smart." Hermione fished Crookshanks from nowhere, and said while smoothing him, "I'll take you to Hagrid in a few days. , when the time comes, you must seriously catch mice."

"I think Hagrid would be delighted."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Albert's mouth, and he was about to arrange Peter the rat.

After Albert dismantled Buckbeak's plot, he had already begun to plan the rest of the story, so as not to lose control of the dog-to-rat plot, after all, it was about Albert's quest rewards, and There's a lot of Galleons, um, and Blake's innocence by the way, and he's absolutely not allowing the situation to get out of his hands.

"Finally over, I really don't understand why Wood is talking about these things before the game." Fred poured a sip of butterbeer into his mouth and couldn't help complaining.

Wood is just putting pressure on them.

"Where did you get the butterbeer?" Ron couldn't help asking.

"I bought it during the last wizard card game. There is still a bucket left. I originally planned to stay and celebrate after the exam." George explained,

The method proposed by Albert works very well. Drink some butter beer, add some snacks, and talk about lighthearted topics. The whole person relaxes a lot, and there will be less psychological pressure. .

As for the game, they didn't really agree with the tactics Wood explained. Using Transylvania fakes was undoubtedly the best way. Even Albert agreed with his tactics. In the twins' eyes, the Slytherins would definitely do anything, and they didn't need a Transylvania fake to get them a free throw because the opponent might have gone too far.

"By the way, did you bet?" Fred said suddenly, "We all beat Gryffindor to win."

"Aren't you afraid that you won't get the money back?" Albert shrugged. "Anyway, Slytherin's credit is not very good. God knows if they will not give money after losing."

"That bastard Kenneth said you bet ten Galleons." George narrowed his eyes slightly, as if realizing that he had been tricked.

"That guy is bluffing people around with your name. Fortunately, we will press a few xikes. Even if we don't come back, we will lose a lot." Fred and George found themselves being fooled by the bastard, and their faces were not very good. nice.

"Will I get the money back if I win?" Ron next to him was paler than usual. He also made a bet, and he also put down all the Xike in his pocket.