The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle, in the wall opposite the tapestry where the troll stick beat Barnabas, there was a faint sound of painful moans. After a moment, a door appeared on the wall, and Albert and his roommates pushed the door and walked out.

"Next time, if you want to beat Albert, don't call me again."

In the corridor, Fred was rubbing his wrists with his hands and couldn't help complaining to his companions that the three of them were easily overturned by Albert.

"I told you before that even if I'm an adult, I've never been able to beat me with bare hands." Albert patted Fred on the shoulder and comforted with a smile.

He said in his heart that my skills are not vegetarian, and now it is not a problem for him to bring down one or two adults.

"What are you doing this for?"

"Of course to protect yourself." Albert's tone was very natural, "Only if your fists are hard enough, you won't be bullied!"

The three suddenly felt that Albert's words made sense.

Having said that, in Hogwarts, very few people dare to trouble Albert. Look at the group of unlucky people in Slytherin last year, and there are many people who end up stuffing their heads in the toilet.

"Is the Muggle world dangerous?"

"It's safer than the magic world, but there will always be some unsightly guys, just like who shouted to beat me just now." Albert said with a malicious smile on his face.

"Who called that just now?" Lee Jordan asked.

"It's you, bastard!" Fred and George said in unison

"Is there? Why don't I remember!" Lee Jordan hurriedly pretended to be stupid.

"Do you need us to help you recall?" Fred and George approached Lee Jordan.

"No, I already remembered," Lee Jordan muttered softly, drawing smug laughter from Fred and George.

"Wizards are not Muggles, why use fists to solve problems and oppose violence!"

"If you don't have a wand, what's the difference between you and a Muggle!" Albert curled his lips and reminded, "You can't guarantee that the wand will always be in your hand?"

"Isn't there still wandless magic?" Lee Jordan quibble.

"Can you use it?" Albert asked.

"No, how about you?"

"Standless magic is very difficult. I will not start practicing until the magic power is completely stabilized." Albert never thought of mastering stickless magic now.

Wandless magic can be cast without a wand, but it also has a bunch of problems.

Because there is no magic wand, it is difficult to accurately control magic, and it usually takes a lot of time to practice. Moreover, the power of the magic spell used will be weak, usually only magic that is not difficult to use without a wand, such as fluorescent flashing... …

"Even without a wand, wizards usually instinctively use magic to protect themselves when they are in danger, such as falling from a height..." Lee Jordan continued to argue.

"Don't be stupid, I can guarantee that if you fell from the roof of the castle now, even if you had a wand in your hand, you would definitely fall into a pile of meat." Albert couldn't help but turned to Lee Jordan. White eyes.

The magic of this world always feels a little wonderful.

Most wizards only rely on wands to fight, and magic tools are basically invisible, and wizards don't rely on that stuff. During combat, ordinary spells can be restrained, interrupted, or pushed aside by chanting. Dangerous spells can only be dodged by neural reflexes.

To be honest, Albert has always felt that the Flux is quite reliable. At least, when fighting, it is not easy to be hit by the enemy's spell, which can effectively protect one's own safety.

Of course, it is not very effective for powerful wizards.

As for Lee Jordan's instinct to use magic to protect himself, that's even more unreliable. To put it bluntly, the wizard uses magic unconsciously in an emergency, which is the so-called jumping over the wall. In this case, the magic has lost control, similar to wandless magic. However, whether it is power or effect, it is far inferior to using a magic wand to cast a spell.

What would a wizard do with a wand if this thing was really that effective?

"What if you fell off the castle?" Fred asked rhetorically.

"I don't usually kill myself and jump off a building," Albert continued. "Of course, if you fall from a height, you only need to cast a shock-absorbing spell on yourself, as I remember Charlie once said."

"Have it?"

"The first time I went to the Quidditch pitch, Charlie kept staring, afraid you would fall off the broom."

"Well, your memory is stronger than ours." Fred couldn't help rolling his eyes. Of course they remembered, but they couldn't remember for a while without Albert's reminder.

"By the way, there is something." Lee Jordan changed the subject, "Professor Smith seems to know that you broke into the Forbidden Forest to rescue Fred and George last year, I think he should be because of the eight-eyed giant spider. relation."

"Oh!" Albert raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Did he say anything?"

"He asked Fred and George if they encountered a giant spider in the Forbidden Forest, and I told him he didn't know." Lee Jordan shook his head. "Later...Professor Smith sighed that you also had a time when your brain was hot."

"Brain fever?" Albert's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help correcting: "I prefer you to describe it with courage."

"I also think it's more appropriate to use courage."

"Does Professor Smith want to kill the eight-eyed giant spider?" Fred suddenly interjected, "After all, the eggs and venom of those big guys are quite valuable."

"Maybe, he intends to take revenge on those giant spiders." George guessed, "Don't forget, he was attacked by eight-eyed giant spiders."

"Don't be stupid, you can believe that kind of nonsense. I was by their side at that time, and we were never attacked by the eight-eyed giant spider." Albert couldn't help but complain. He spoke quickly, and by the time he responded, it was already too late.

"You guy actually lied to us again." Fred also reacted, glaring at Albert dissatisfied, last time they actually believed his nonsense.

"Cough, I promised Dumbledore and Hagrid would keep it a secret." Albert didn't expect that he was about to say something, and after confirming that there was no one around, he explained in a low voice.

However, Professor Smith asked Lee Jordan what to do with this thing?

Could it be that he was interested in Gryffindor treasures?

"What is a monster?"

"Hagrid's pet, remember the pet named Lou Wei last time? It was a dangerous and magical creature, and Hagrid kept him in the Forbidden Forest. Later, Lou Wei ran away by himself... I was left with me. I can't say it, it's guaranteed." Albert noticed the distrustful eyes of several people, and helplessly spread his hands: "I really promised it, and it's useless for you to know, Dumbledore should have sent it back. Greece."

Albert naturally knew that Lou Wei was still hiding somewhere in the Forbidden Forest.

After all, next semester will be used as the watchdog of the Philosopher's Stone.

The three of Fred knew that they couldn't ask anything else, so they didn't continue to ask. Even if they continued to ask, Albert would probably continue to fool them with some things that they didn't know whether it was true or not.

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