The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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"George, George, where are you, come and read today's Daily Prophet headlines." Fred shouted from the kitchen.

"Don't roar over there in the early morning." Mrs. Weasley, who was feeding the chickens in the courtyard, glared at her frizzy son with her hips on her back.

"Mom, look at today's "Daily Prophet" headlines." Fred excitedly handed the newspaper to his mother and said excitedly: "Albert actually obtained the excellent spell of Barnabus Finkley. Technique award, do you know what award it is?"

"It would be nice if you could be as safe as Albert." Mrs. Weasley took the newspaper with a look of hating iron.

"You should compare your precious son Percy to Albert." Fred curled his lips and said, "Me and George are just what you picked up from the flowerbed."

"How dare you talk back, are you trying to piss me off!"

Mrs. Weasley looked at Fred, who disappeared in a flash, and then her eyes fell on the newspaper in her hand, which read: The youngest ever Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal winner for excellent spell casting is born.

The headline was accompanied by a photo of Albert holding a trophy in his hands, a medal around his neck and a confident smile on his face.

"Mom, did you see today's paper?" Percy's voice came from the kitchen.

"Where's it over here? Fred just took it out." Mrs Weasley went to the kitchen window and shoved the newspaper in.

Percy took the newspaper, glared fiercely at George, who was snickering beside him, and caught a glimpse of Fred who had just turned a corner into the kitchen.

"Hey, you should mention Albert less in front of your mother, she always likes to compare us with him." George gloated to remind his twin brother, "I always talk about how other people's children are."

"I should have studied hard if I knew it earlier." Fred regretted a little, and since their .Ls grades were sent home, the two had a bad summer vacation. .

Albert once reminded them that if the results of .LS are not good, the summer vacation may not be easy.

Alas, next time, before the guy opens his mouth, he must block his mouth. Every time he talks about those bad things, what to say, what to hit, it's really bad luck.

"I don't know how much prize money the champion will get this time?"

George walked behind Percy,

Staring at the newspaper for a long time, he said, "Actually, I'm more curious about how much he made this time."

"It shouldn't be much, at most one or two thousand Galleons." Fred heard Albert talk about the prize money. Most of the international champions can get a good prize money.

"No, you definitely didn't pay attention to it just now. It was written in the newspaper that Spain's Bullfighting Daily lost tens of thousands of Galleons due to gambling." George carefully read it several times and said, "Do you think that Albert's Character, will he pass up this opportunity? I bet he will bet on himself to win the championship, God knows how many Galleons he won."

Percy's eyes returned to the front page news, and he found the record of the interview with the reporter. For example, some people are preparing to file a formal complaint with the International Confederation of Wizards, and even previously lied that someone had used phlegm during the competition, all in an attempt to prevent young British wizards from winning awards.

What attracted the most attention of British wizards was probably Albert's lace news. Those shameless reporters reprocessed Albert's answer and even distorted the meaning directly.

Percy put down the newspaper. He felt that the most correct thing Fred and George had done in their lives was getting to know Albert. Albert, who has always been generous to his friends, reached out and gave them a hand. would be too bad.

In fact, from Fred's sentence at most one or two thousand Galleons, it is not difficult to see their attitudes and changes towards money, unlike poor Ron, who is still struggling with that point of Galleons.

"This is an international award with a lot of weight. It is said that it is easy to win the championship, but it is difficult to win the gold award, and all wizards who win the gold award become great wizards in the end." Percy recalled, " It is said that Dumbledore once won this award."

"It's really as expected of Albert." George couldn't help but sighed: "I always feel that winning is as simple as drinking water for him."

"He doesn't want to go to the International Alchemy Conference, maybe he can get another prize back then." Fred was very confident in Albert.

...

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Mrs. Granger found her daughter frowning at the newspaper.

"Albert won the award." Hermione spread the newspaper on the table, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger leaned over to read the headlines.

The Grangers still remembered that their daughter had said that the handsome young man in the photo was the senior who took good care of her in the school, and she was also the first friend Hermione made in the school in a meaningful way.

"You should be happy for him." Mr. Granger was a little confused, not understanding why his daughter frowned.

"The newspapers are reporting rambling again," Hermione pointed out to Albert's tidbits: "I remember the last time he won the World Wizarding Championship, that group of reporters scribbled tidbits on the articles too."

Somehow, Hermione got mad every time she saw the group of reporters rambling about Albert's tidbits in the paper.

The whole school knew that Albert had a girlfriend and was close.

"You know, those newspapers dare to write anything in order to sell the newspaper, because many people like to read these gossip news." Mr. Granger looked at his daughter, blinked and said, "That is indeed a Excellent boy."

"Excellent, no, I think genius is more suitable." Hermione corrected.

"I remember that Mr. Anderson often brings you gifts." Mrs. Granger smiled. She thought Hermione might like the handsome boy.

Genius, handsome, rich, and gentle, who doesn't like a boyfriend like this?

Hermione suddenly noticed that her family was looking at her, and asked suspiciously, "What are you staring at me for?"

"I remember that you seem to be shopping for dresses this semester. It should be a dance party. He might invite you to dance." Mrs. Granger reminded with a smile, "Take advantage of the opportunity."

"What are you thinking? Albert already has a girlfriend." Hermione looked at the handsome boy in the newspaper, wondering what she was thinking.

...

"Look what I do?"

Isobel found his sister staring at him with a strange look.

"You actually know how to dress up?" Katrina looked at the beautiful Isobel, and didn't understand her dress up. "Do you want to go on a date with Albert?"

"No, I didn't sleep last night, so I just dressed up a little." Isobel asked, "Would you like to pick up Albert with me?"

"What to do with him?" Katrina asked suspiciously.

"Didn't you read today's paper? He just got back from Spain," Isobel said.

Katrina picked up the "Daily Prophet" on the table and saw the guy holding the championship trophy at a glance, then quickly glanced at the content of the headlines, looked up and asked, "Aren't you angry? That guy obviously has You're still out there hooking up with other women."

"It's just something that the reporter deliberately made up for the sake of newspaper sales." Isobel said indifferently, "I was chatting with him last night."

"I won't go." Katrina was not interested in making fun of herself. .

"I'm leaving."

Katrina looked at the back of Isobel's departure, and picked up the newspaper on the table to start researching, "Intentionally? Not necessarily, if it really doesn't matter, those reporters will definitely not write like this."

Albert did not know that he was programmed by the reporter again,

As soon as he walked out of the Floo fireplace, he only felt that the food in his stomach was tumbling, and he hadn't slept all night, which made Albert feel very uncomfortable, like motion sickness.

"are you OK?"

Bud noticed that Albert's face was slightly pale and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, I stayed up late last night, and now I'm using this thing again, and I feel a little uncomfortable." Albert waved that he was fine, and he said to Bud, "I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron first, Isobel is over there. wait for me."

"You can use the fireplace over here to go directly to the Leaky Cauldron!" Bud smiled and said to Albert, "There's no need to waste time walking there."

"Then I'll go back first, see you another day, Mr. Bud, and thank you for this time." After expressing his thanks to Bud again, Albert took out Floo powder from the jar and sprinkled it into the fireplace. Go to the Leaky Cauldron.

When Albert came out of the revolving fireplace again, the spinning dizziness nearly made him fall.

In a trance, it seemed that someone reached out and supported Albert, and when he recovered, he found that it was Isobel.

"I didn't keep you waiting!" Albert asked.

"No, I've only been there for five minutes." Isobel reached out and hugged him, "Welcome back."

"Are you wearing makeup?" Albert asked in surprise.

"Does it look good?" Isobel asked.

"Prettier than before." Albert said honestly.

"Going to Hogsmeade now?" Isobel asked, holding Albert's hand.

"Well, it's faster to go back from there. The after-effects of using the international Floo network are a bit big. I have to lie down and rest for a while."

...

"Don't be noisy, let me sleep a little longer?"

Albert opened his eyes wearily and found Nia sitting next to his bed holding Tom, sweeping his face with the cat's tail from time to time.

"I got up to eat." Nia asked suspiciously, "Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Uh, I chatted with Isobel all night." Albert covered his yawn again, got up lazily from the bed, glanced at the trophies and medals on the table, and said to his sister, "I'll bring you Got a gift, did you see it?"

"You mean records?" Nia asked rhetorically.

"Well, it is said that she is a famous singer in the European magic world." Albert pointed to the door, motioning Nia to go out, he was going to change his clothes.

"The singer is alright, and the voice is good, but the songs are not good." After Nia left the bedroom, she leaned against the wall beside the door and spoke to Albert, "I feel that the aesthetics of the magic world are relatively general."

She didn't forget the record that Albert sent her last time. It is said to be a very famous song in the magic world. It seems to be called "You stole my pot, but you can't get my heart". Since that time, Nia has Didn't expect much from the Ministry of Magic songs.

"This is the disadvantage of a small number of people. With a large base of people, many excellent works will emerge." Albert said with a smile: "If there are no favorite songs, I will give them to others."

"Well, I'll keep one, and you can give the rest to others!" When Nia followed Albert to the restaurant, she suddenly asked, "What's your relationship with that Miss Yanila, why did the newspaper say... "

Nia was interrupted by Albert before she could finish her words.

"Newspapers need to sell themselves, so that group of reporters always like to make up all kinds of news that attract other people's eyes." Albert looked at his sister and said, "I remember telling you about this before, reading newspapers Be smart, or you can easily become a fool."

"I remember you said that if a lie can deceive others, there must be some truth in it." Nia stared at Albert and asked, "I'm more curious, are those in this newspaper the truth? And , aren't you afraid that Isobel will be angry and jealous?"

"Isobel is a smart girl, and smart girls are usually very good at their own judgment and won't easily believe these rumors." Albert greeted Luke and Sansa, and began to sit down to eat, "Then Miss Yanila was actually the daughter of a bar owner where the game was played."

"Why does the game take place in a bar?" Nia was very puzzled, apparently not understanding what this operation was.

"It's better to call it a hotel than a bar." Albert added: "Ms. Diana, the owner of the bar, donated money to the competition, and they sponsored the gold medal, and the bar owner's daughter happened to be a He is a very famous singer, so he is a special guest to award the champion."

"Advertising?" Nia understood, "but what does this have to do with you marrying him?"

"It's related to some rumors in the bar, um, it's said to be a bar run by a vampire."

"Wait, you mean that Miss Yanila is a vampire?" Nia was surprised.

"There should be vampire blood, but it should be very bland." Albert continued while eating: "It is rumored that the descendants of that bar are basically women, and they like to find gold medal winners as partners, so they There's that news in the newspaper."

"Really?" Nia asked curiously.

"Really." Albert nodded and said, "However, I refused, after all, I have a fiancee."

"Does Isobel know about this?" Nia thinks that these vampire ladies are really special. Most of the wizards who can win awards should be very old. Those like Albert are definitely endangered species.

"She knows." Albert said calmly.

After dinner, everyone sat in the living room, licking the cat, watching TV, and talking about what happened in Spain. It wasn't until late at night that everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Albert asked Shera, who came back from foraging, to send gifts to Fred and George. He actually bought a set of songs, and he gave Isobel the set of signed records from the champion.

Others gave each one a record.

After watching the owl fly away, Albert walked into the vanishing cabinet to the house in Hogsmeade, and then took out the time-turner and went back a few hours.

When he came to the hall, he found Isobel in a nightdress listening to music while flipping through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet waiting for him to come.

"You still look sleepy."

"It's not because I chatted with you last night and went to pick you up again today. I lay down for a while in the afternoon and basically didn't get much sleep." Isobel covered her yawn and put her head on Albert's head. shoulders.

"Then go to bed earlier!" Albert felt that he was also infected by Isobel's drowsiness, and couldn't help yawning.

"That Miss Yanila is a really pretty girl," Isobel whispered.

"She has a part of Veela blood, it's normal to be beautiful." Albert picked up Princess Isobel.

"However, Miss Yanila's charm is not as big as she imagined." Isobel said softly, "Or rather, she actually resisted doing that. After all, she is a stranger who has only known each other for a few days."

"why would you say so."

"Because if she didn't hesitate, she would definitely strike first!" Isobel put her arms around Albert's neck and brought her mouth to his ear, "I will never give you any chance to refuse, I will give you first. Let's push it down. After all, that's what her family did, how could there be no way to get you in your own place? "

"You're right." Albert suddenly felt that what Isobel said made sense.

"She actually prefers you to take the initiative. After all, there are fewer bold girls. If you take the initiative, you will agree with half a push." ​​Isobel said, "However, I'm actually more curious about your reasons for rejecting her."

"Why do you want to know this?" Albert asked.

"Pure curiosity, after all, it was delivered to the door. It should be difficult for ordinary men to resist." Isobel was really curious. When Albert told her about it, she was really surprised.

"You're not angry."

"Actually, I'm quite angry." Isobel asked, still wrapping his arms around Albert's neck, "Why?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Albert asked after putting Isobel down.

"A lie," Isobel said.

"Because I miss you, I don't want to make you sad."

"I like the answer." Isobel kissed his cheek and giggled. "What's the truth?"

"The truth is that I don't think it's worth it." Albert said after a moment of silence: "If there is something to do with him, maybe the fiancee will be gone, and people may meet a satisfactory one in their lifetime."

"Besides, you are so smart, I think even if you can hide it for a while, you can't hide it forever. We are going to live together in the future, and there is no need to make a mess because of this, not to mention that you are also very beautiful, I think myself There's really no need to take this risk, although Yanila is really pretty, and it makes me a little bit moved."

"It's really like what you can say, rational, and also likes to measure gains and losses." Isobel shrunk in Albert's arms like a kitten and fell asleep.