The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"You guys actually mail-ordered a toilet seat?"

Lee Jordan, who was eating grilled sausage, looked sideways at the package dropped by the owl, and looked up at Fred and George in disbelief. He thought they were just joking, but he actually mailed a toilet seat. Ready to give Harry as a gift for a visit.

"Of course it's true. When did you see us tell lies?"

Fred and George looked at each other, looking maliciously in the direction of the Slytherin table.

"Don't you want to do it again!"

Lee Jordan followed the Weasley twins' gaze, and Malfoy was still a little in a trance because of what happened yesterday.

"No no, we just want to impress him." The two of them showed a malicious smile, looked at Albert and said, "Give me a few more bowel cleansing pills, the ones you gave last time have already been used. Empty."

"No, the last time I gave you is the last one." Albert closed the letter, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, he sighed helplessly, and reminded: "It's easy to do too much of that kind of thing. Someone got caught."

"Well, luck to the guy," George muttered.

"We're going to visit Harry later, do you want to go together?" Fred asked, pointing to the toilet seat. "By the way, make up for the gift from the doctor."

"Well, let's go together, just by the way." Albert did not refuse.

After breakfast, the four of them went to the school hospital together, and Madam Pomfrey only gave them five minutes to visit the doctor.

Harry slept soundly on the hospital bed and showed no sign of waking up at all.

The table next to the hospital bed was piled like a hill of candy, probably gifts from Harry's friends and admirers.

"Heroes and saviors are really cheap." Albert couldn't help but sighed: "It's not easy for Potter."

After he finished speaking, he waved his wand lightly and made a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums out of thin air, replacing the carnations in the vase.

"Why do you say that?" George asked in confusion.

Albert laughed without saying a word.

"You always like to say inexplicable things." Fred began to unpack the toilet seat, preparing to put it next to the pile of gifts.

"If one day, everyone said that Potter was a liar, and the wizards in the entire British magic world thought that Potter was a liar, would you think he was a liar or a savior?" Albert suddenly asked.

The three of them were a little confused and didn't know how to answer this question.

"Yes, not a liar," George said uncertainly.

"People will think he is a liar, not a savior." Albert laughed at himself, he actually hated these things.

Just then, Madam Pomfrey walked in.

"You've been here for nearly ten minutes, let me out now."

When Madam Pomfrey was about to drive them away, her eyes fell on the toilet seat in Fred's hand, and she frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Weasley, are you going to send a toilet seat?"

"It's chocolate, it just looks like a toilet seat."

Fred lied, put the toilet seat on the table, and hurriedly left the school hospital.

"Chocolate? I can't tell it's made of chocolate." Madam Pomfrey picked up the toilet seat and said, looking at the few people who were fleeing, "I really don't understand what students are thinking about today. ."

She would not allow this kind of thing to appear in the school hospital. When Dumbledore was about to confiscate it, Dumbledore just walked in and happened to see Madam Pomfrey holding a toilet seat.

"No doubt they just wanted to have fun with Harry."

"It's not very sanitary here." Madam Pomfrey took the toilet seat and left.

In the corridor outside the school hospital, Lee Jordan was asking Fred if the toilet seat was made of chocolate.

"How is that possible!" Fred said angrily

"I dare say Madam Pomfrey will confiscate it." Albert said rather speechlessly: "Actually, you should find someone to make a special toilet seat chocolate.

"

The three of them looked at Albert very strangely.

"Did I say something wrong?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"No, no, you're right." Fred put his arm around Albert's shoulder. "Maybe, we can make some disgusting-looking presents out of chocolate. Percy's birthday is in August, and we have Enough time to prepare and give him an unexpected surprise."

"I suggest you go to someone to order one, there will always be wizards who are good at making magical food." Albert thought for a while and said, "I think one or two Galleons will be enough. If the other party doesn't want to, then it can be done. Order a few more and keep them for our dear professor."

"We understand!" The twins said in unison.

After being separated from the three, Albert went to the divination classroom alone. Professor Trelawney wrote a letter inviting Albert to drink tea with her, probably about prophecy!

In fact, Albert really guessed right, Professor Trelawney was indeed looking for him because of the prophecy.

Professor Trelawney's first words upon seeing him were: "Can you really predict?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Actually, some wizards with more sensitive minds, even if they can't really make predictions, can infer some things through some clues." Professor Trelawney said.

"Do you think I can prophesy?"

"I don't know, I can't see the result of your prophecy from your crystal ball. In this case, the result of the so-called divination prophecy is usually deceitful, but my intuition tells me that maybe you really have the prophecy Ability." Professor Trelawney pointed to the mat opposite and said, "Sit down, we can talk, there are really very few wizards who can really predict."

Albert sat opposite Professor Trelawney, picked up the black tea made by the other party, took a sip, and waited quietly for the other party to continue.

"I heard that Professor Quirrell died, just like your prophecy, he left us forever, and Harry Potter was by his side at that time."

"Well, that seems to be the case."

"In the beginning, the prophecy of the unicorn blood you made came true, right!"

"Well, it's realized." Albert's tone was still flat.

"It's really enviable," said Professor Trelawney softly. "I know a lot of people in the school think I'm a liar. Do you think I can predict?"

"Cassandra Trelawney is undoubtedly a true master of prophecy," said Albert.

"Unfortunately, I haven't inherited much of my great-great-grandmother's talent, and the Trelawney family has no real prophets." Professor Trelawney said softly: "Most wizards are actually reluctant to believe. The so-called prophecy, unless they see the results of the prophecy in the crystal ball with their own eyes."

"Because no one will want to believe your nonsense until the disaster is really predicted," Professor Trelawney continued, "and, even if you can predict disaster for people, you can't stop it, you can only watch When a disaster occurs, it is not a good thing for the prophets.

"You can also prophesy, right!" said Albert.

"Should...it will. Actually, I can't be sure, I can only have a vague feeling." Professor Trelawney laughed at himself: "I once made a prophecy for Dumbledore, although I don't remember that prophecy anymore. But soon after that, probably after the fall of You-Know-Who, I came to Hogwarts as a divination professor, and there was no so-called divination class at that time."

"It seems that the prophecy has come true." Albert said softly.

"Yeah, if I didn't prove my ability to Dumbledore, how could he possibly let me teach at Hogwarts?" Professor Trelawney murmured: "But many people just don't understand it on purpose. "

"Well, I admit, Dumbledore didn't really like divination at first." Professor Trelawney said to himself, "At that time he told me that Hogwarts was going to have a divination class and wanted to invite I went to be a professor, but before that, Dumbledore wanted me to give him a prophecy."

"I think that's the purpose of the principal looking for me. He probably heard about my family and thought that I also have the ability to predict, so he came to me." Professor Trelawney said.

"This prophecy is related to the mysterious man?" Albert asked suddenly.

"I don't know." Professor Trelawney shook his head, "If you want to know the content, I'm afraid you can only go to Dumbledore. Oh, by the way, Snape probably knew that he broke into the room and almost interrupted. my prophecy."

"It seems that it should be the prophecy of the Savior."

"That's what I thought at the time," she said.

Albert actually never doubted Professor Trelawney's IQ. If he could be a liar and fool others, no one would be a fool.

A truly wise Muggle fortune-teller will be very strong in hints, logical analysis and temporary adaptability, but before the real magic of prophecy, it seems a little out of place.

"I can't master my own prophetic ability like you, and I can't use it as I want, but I believe I have that ability myself." Professor Trelawney looked at Albert seriously, "Can you tell me, How on earth did you control your own prophetic powers?"

This is the purpose of Professor Trelawney looking for Albert. No one wants to be a third-rate prophet.

"I'm afraid I can't give you very good advice, because my crystal ball divination is self-taught from books." Albert naturally would not tell Professor Trelawney that he actually mastered the ability to predict.

"It's like it's described in the book," Albert said briefly about how he felt about his prophecy.

"Focus on the crystal ball, keep thinking about what you want to know in your head. If you succeed, you will see fragments, and the rest is to connect those fragments, unravel the prophecy want The meaning has been expressed."

Professor Trelawney fell silent for a moment, then said, "Can you make a prophecy now?"

"Oh, of course no problem!"

Albert stared at the crystal ball placed on the table by Professor Trelawney, stared at the white mist above, and began to predict what would happen next semester.

Then, he saw a line of words:

The Chamber of Secrets was opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

"What does it mean?"

Professor Trelawney also apparently saw what was emerging from the crystal ball.

Next up is a picture of a copper faucet engraved with a snake mark.

"It's definitely not a good thing!" Albert thought for a while and said, "This matter should be related to Slytherin Academy."

"By the way, according to a record in Hogwarts' history, Slytherin left a secret room at Hogwarts, and there seems to be something terrible in it."

Of course Albert knew what those words meant, but he still had to pretend that he figured it out.

"...Only the heirs of Slytherin can open the Chamber of Secrets, release the horrors inside, and let it purify the school and remove all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

"It seems that the next semester will not be very peaceful!" Professor Trelawney murmured: "However, I think no one will believe this before it happens!"

Albert looked at Professor Trelawney, feeling as though he understood something.

"Since they think I'm a liar, then I'm a liar, not to mention, I'm still just a liar until I can really control my predictive power like you do." Professor Trelawney laughed at himself.

In fact, Albert was also very surprised. He didn't expect that he would make such a prediction, and Professor Trelawney obviously saw the content of the crystal ball. Does it mean that his ability to predict has become stronger than before? .

Next semester, you should be more careful.

Although Albert thought that he would not be so unlucky to be targeted, he should still be prepared.

Well, to put it bluntly, it is actually afraid of death.

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