The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The good weather in September did not last long. Half a month after arriving at Hogwarts, the sky finally began to rain again, and it has not stopped since the morning.

However, to Albert, who was nesting in the castle, it was nothing to rain, and it wouldn't hit him anyway.

At this moment, Albert is sitting comfortably by the window, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, drinking freshly brewed milk tea, and writing letters to old friends.

Tom lay beside him, his eyes fixed on the owner of the letter, his eyes occasionally drifted to the cup of milk tea, his paws were a little itchy, but in the end he didn't take any action.

Tom hasn't touched the teacup since the last time he foolishly put his paw in the cup and was caught by Albert and detained the dried fish for several days.

Albert glanced at his cat, then retracted his gaze and focused on the letter again. This was a letter to Adolphe Fournier, the Frenchman's connection with Albert had faded.

A while ago, Albert had acquired the technology to manufacture double-sided mirrors, and had ordered the panel skills. Then, based on his knowledge of the theory of double-sided mirrors, he revealed a little technology to Mr. Adolphe Fournier.

All right!

In fact, he slapped the Frenchman several times with facts and technical knowledge, and made this Mr. Fournier lick his face again, and contact Albert enthusiastically and proactively.

Of course, in order to be able to obtain the technology to restore the double-sided mirror, Mr. Fournier does not even have to take his own face. He is not very enthusiastic now. He writes a letter to Albert every few days. It's not the same one, or else I'd really be exhausted halfway through.

After all, France is still far from the UK.

Both sides are not at ease.

Albert's goal is the technology in the hands of the French, Adolphe Fournier has good attainment in alchemy, and has also invented a lot of good things, such as memory balls.

A memory ball is an enchanted glass ball that seems to be filled with white smoke, similar to a divination crystal ball used for divination. When you hold it in your hand, if it turns red, you have forgotten something.

Of course, to put it bluntly, the memory ball is a kind of magic toy, which usually only lasts about half a year. Albert used a similar method to invent an intrusion alarm for himself.

Well, it's actually using an Invasion Charm on something. When you put it in your pocket, it will start to get hot when there are wizards around.

However, the siren has a rather bad problem, as long as there are wizards other than himself around, it will immediately sound the alarm.

It's a half-baked thing, but there is indeed a skill called Siren on the panel. He thinks this skill should be very useful. The problem is that it takes experience to add the skill, and when it is created, the wizard also has requirements for the mastery of the invasion spell. .

In the letter, Albert discussed the idea of ​​a magic lamp with Monsieur Adolphe Fournier.

This task has been on the panel for a long time. If he wants to complete the task, he must at least have a direction first. As an expert in this field, Mr. Adolphe Fournier may be able to help him.

As for the technology of the double-sided mirror, Albert doesn't mind giving it to the other party. He also doesn't care whether Mr. Adolphe Fournier can copy the double-sided mirror of Blair Bourd. Anyway, as long as the skill level is added, better technology.

Let M. Adolphe Fournier be drained of value.

Of course, this counts as a sort of mutual benefit.

There was a sudden commotion next to him, and Tom turned his head to look at the two girls who were whispering and giggling beside him.

"You go!"

"No, you go!"

"Okay, let me go!"

A little girl with brown eyes and long blond hair came up with courage.

"What's matter?"

Albert finished drinking the black tea, stuffed the letter into the envelope, and turned his head to look at the two little girls who were pushing.

"They said you could divination?" said one of the girls.

"Divination?" Albert put down the teacup and said gently: "I did learn a little about divination in the divination class. However, the rumors in the school cannot be believed."

"Can you……"

"Can I give you a divination?" Albert finished speaking for the other party.

The two little girls nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"You know it's a lie, why do you still need divination?" Albert asked with a smile.

The two didn't answer, and Albert stopped digging into this topic. After thinking about it, he said, "If it's not an example, who will start first?"

"me!"

"What's your name?" Albert confirmed.

"Lavender Brown," said the girl nervously.

"Okay, Miss Lavender Brown, remember your prophecy." Albert was silent for a long time, and said in a vague voice: "You will reap a romantic story of your own. Whether you pursue it depends on you. It's up to him whether it lasts."

"Are romantic stories about being in love?" Lavender Brown asked curiously.

Albert smiled, didn't answer, looked at another little girl and asked, "What about you? Tell me, your name."

"Parvati Patil."

"Remember your prophecy, Miss Parvati Patil." Albert paused for a long time before saying vaguely, "At the ball, you will dance with your warriors."

"Can you give it to me too..." the round-faced boy next to him asked with a blushing face.

"What's your name?" Albert asked.

"Neville Longbottom," said the boy.

"You are a qualified Gryffindor. Courage is not what you see on the surface. Plants are related to you, and you will have a place in the school." Albert said after recalling Neville's information.

He suddenly realized that he also had the potential to be a fortune teller.

"That's it."

someone asked puzzled.

"That's it, don't look for me." Albert glanced at the speaker and said calmly.

Everyone dispersed in disappointment. No matter how you looked at it, Albert seemed to be perfunctory for the three freshmen.

"Why, do you want it too?" Albert said, looking at Hermione next to him.

The latter hesitated for a long time, then nodded.

In fact, Hermione didn't quite believe in this kind of thing. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like Albert was fooling them, but she also heard that Albert's words were sometimes accurate. After all, both of Harry's original prophecies came true, whether they were prophecies or not.

"Before the winter comes, you will no longer be alone, of course, it depends on your decision." Albert said.

Hermione was stunned, because finding friends was really up to her to decide.

"Sorry, I'm bothering you to coax the little girl." Fred and George, who were all wet, walked towards them.

"Quidditch training is over?" Albert didn't care about teasing, and asked the two who were drenched in soup.

"It's over, it sucks."

"Harry did a great job and we will have our names on the Quidditch Cup this year."

Albert shrugged indifferently and said softly, "There will be twists and turns."

"Shut up."

"asshole."

Both of them wanted to take off their socks to block Albert's broken mouth.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just talking about twists and turns."

Albert waved his wand, and the white water vapor steamed from the Weasley brothers and filled the common room. He waved his wand again, and a breeze sent all the water vapor out of the common room.

"Is it really accurate?" Hermione muttered softly, looking at the Weasley twins who looked nervous and wanted to cover Albert's mouth.

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