The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In the evening, when it was getting dark, Albert folded the Marauder's map and put it in his pocket, and left the Room of Requirement under the whistles of Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.

The three seemed to have a strange misunderstanding about Albert's statement that he had an appointment with someone else.

Albert didn't bother to explain it to them, so just misunderstood. Anyway, it's not that he didn't date Isobel.

When he walked through the secret passage to the third floor, Albert took out his pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the pointer on it. It was still a few minutes before seven o'clock in the evening.

That's enough time for him to get to Professor McGonagall's office.

Just after seven o'clock, Albert stuffed the pocket watch into his pocket, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door of the office.

After a while, footsteps came from the door.

Professor McGonagall opened the door, looked at Albert who was standing outside the door and said, "It's on time."

"I want to borrow..."

Before Albert could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"Bud has written to me and told me about it." Professor McGonagall took two steps back, moved to open the door, and motioned Albert to come in and speak.

"You should be able to use Floo powder, right?"

"will use."

"That's good." Professor McGonagall handed the box containing the Floo powder to Albert, and suddenly reminded: "Before the curfew, you must come back."

"Got it." Albert took a pinch from the box and sprinkled Floo powder on the fireplace.

With a whistle, the fire in the fireplace rolled up into a green flame, rising higher than the two of them.

Albert went straight into the fire and shouted "192 Diagon Alley", the whole person was sucked in by the flames, his body seemed to be spinning rapidly in the washing machine, and the whistling passed by his ears.

After an unknown amount of time, Albert felt himself falling on the cold stone ground.

"Sir, are you alright?"

A sharp voice sounded in Albert's ear, it was a house elf.

"Well, I'm fine."

"Please grab my hand, I'll take Mr. to the banquet location."

As soon as Albert got up from the ground, the house elf reached out and grabbed his wrist, apparating and disappearing in place with him.

When Albert recovered completely, he found himself standing in a brightly lit hall.

The house-elf beside him pushed him into a chair.

"Good evening." Professor Broad greeted Albert with a smile, "It seems that you are not used to this way of traveling."

"Yeah, I feel a little uncomfortable." Albert suppressed the tumultuous nausea and nodded slightly to the few people present. He found that Sierra Harris was actually here.

"I think you'll get used to it," Tiberius Ogden comforted gently.

"Aren't you surprised why I'm here?" Sera Harris winked at Albert and said with a smile.

"I can probably guess why," said Albert.

"I hope you don't get tired of spending Easter with us old men." Gerber Smith also smiled kindly at Albert, "After all, we don't have much time together. As a family,

Still need to take some time to cultivate everyone's feelings. "

The house-elves quickly gathered the food. This time, the food is still dominated by French and Italian food, but they are all easier to digest.

"I know you may be a little surprised. Although some rules cannot be changed, rules are dead after all, people are alive, and people are more important." McDoug said calmly.

"So, I became one of you in advance?" Albert asked curiously after stuffing the lobster meat covered with cheese on the seafood surface and swallowing it.

"You can say that." Professor Broad nodded with a smile.

"Can you tell me what made you make such a change?" After Albert finished speaking, he continued to eliminate the spaghetti while listening.

"I went to visit an old friend a while ago, and he told me that the sparks that can bring war are still shining brightly on our heads." Tiberius Ogdenwin said softly.

"A Prophet?" Albert put down his fork, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and asked Tiberius, "Does this imply that fighting will resume soon?"

"Yes, he's good at stargazing and divination." Ogden sighed. "He told me that in the past decade, there have been indications that people in the wizarding world are just passing between wars. A brief period of peace."

"I have also heard some rumors recently, related to the mysterious man." Albert said calmly: "It is said that the mysterious man is eyeing the Philosopher's Stone, and that stone is now at Hogwarts?"

"It's not good news," McDougall frowned. "It's hard to imagine Dumbledore doing that."

"Potter is enrolled this year," Professor Broad reminded. "Everyone calls him the Savior. I think something may happen between them."

"Yes, your guess is correct, I also think something will happen between them." Albert peeled off the lobster claws that had been broken.

"As the heirs of Wild Smith, you hope you can pay attention to your own safety." Gerber Smith did not have any other negative emotions towards his grandson because he was killed by Albert.

At times, Albert feels incredible.

"Oh, of course I will protect myself, after all, I haven't lived enough." Albert said seriously.

At the dinner, they talked a lot. The first wizarding war, and even earlier, the first generation of the Dark Lord caused the magical world.

Whether it was Ogden, Smith, or even Harrisis, they were all teaching Albert.

They were all worried about the outbreak of the Second Wizarding War, and even more worried that this war would last for a long time.

Voldemort made everyone dare to call only "the devil who can't even mention his name", not just because that name was enchanted, but for years, or even longer, to cause imprints on people's minds deep fear.

"If something bad really happens, I hope you can hide, or simply leave the UK and wait for the end of the war to come back." Ogden looked at Albert and said seriously.

Running away may be an act of weakness, but he is undoubtedly the best solution.

"Because I'm a Gryffindor student?" Albert asked, raising his eyebrows.

Obviously, the reason why several people have to emphasize this matter to him at this time is undoubtedly because they are worried that he is a student of Gryffindor.

Gryffindor students are not lacking in courage, but confronting Voldemort or his minions is clearly not what they want to see.

The Wildsmith family is too secretive. As long as everyone hides, there is nowhere to look even if you want to, and not many people know of their existence.

"Don't worry, I cherish my life more than you, and I can actually do divination." Albert said calmly.

"That's why we are worried." Professor Broad sighed softly, "When you were in first grade, you dared to break into the Forbidden Forest single-handedly. I know you actually made a lot of preparations, but you still took a risk. , even if the risk is low, there is still a risk.”

"I don't need to mention last year." McDoug said with a sigh.

"You are too adventurous. Maybe you have prepared carefully for every adventure, but we don't want you to take risks, because no preparation is perfect."

"Don't worry, I won't make fun of my life." Albert said calmly, "Not to mention, Isobel."

"Isobel's kid is not bad, but you're more suitable," Ogden said.

"I heard you were dating?" Mog asked tentatively.

"Well, we are indeed dating." Albert admitted directly.

"Look, I said they will definitely come together." Professor Broad winked at the others and smiled, "The two of them have very similar personalities."

"Very good, after you graduate, get married." Gerber Smith decided, "When the time comes, settle abroad, don't go back to the UK for the time being, and we will all leave the UK to avoid the upcoming second wizard. war."

Albert was speechless when he heard the words.

Honestly, using the word war to describe it is a bit of an exaggeration.

Moreover, he knew that the so-called Second Wizarding War did not last as long as the first, and that Voldemort was soon ended by the Savior.

The concerns of several present are undoubtedly superfluous.

But Albert couldn't tell them that after the Second War began, Voldemort threw himself on the street.