The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Albert couldn't believe it. He followed Serra to platform seven and a half inexplicably, preparing to take the steam train that was about to go to an unknown area.

The dark red steam train was parked next to the platform. The number of passengers on this train was small, and two staff members were cutting tickets at the entrance.

There is a sign on the platform, which is the route map of the train traveling around Europe.

The nearest stop was Hogsmeade Village, which took five days to complete.

Serra didn't know what she said to the ticket cutter, but she enthusiastically introduced the two of them to the destination of the trip: the French village of Nicolas.

It is said that it is the home of Nicole Lemay.

After Nicole Lemay became famous, French wizards changed the name of the village to commemorate the birth of the great alchemist.

The staff pulled the small suitcase and brought the two of them to their private box. After opening the door of the box, there was a spacious room with two single beds. The layout of the room was simple and comfortable.

"Why not use Floo, Apparition, or Portkey?"

Albert asked his first doubt after the staff member put the suitcases away for them and closed the compartment door for them to leave.

"Using the door key is illegal entry," Sera reminded kindly, "It is very difficult to directly Apparate to another country, and it is not worth our risk, and the last time I went to Nikolai Village was ten years ago. Well, the memory of that place has long been blurred."

"What about Floo Network?"

"Of course we can go directly to France, but Mr. Nicholas has already pre-purchased train tickets for us. How can we let him spend money without any reason?" Serra sat on the sofa and said with a smile, "And, to you Say, isn't it a great experience?"

Albert was speechless for a moment, what he said was too reasonable.

It is similar to the first class of an airplane here, and the price is certainly not cheap.

"How much?"

"Fifty Galleons per person, the food is provided for free." Sera pointed to the menu on the table and said, "As long as you order, things will appear."

"I originally thought wizards wouldn't enjoy life." Albert laughed at himself, and ordered himself an Italian lobster seafood noodle set.

No wonder Sera reminded him not to overeat for breakfast.

"Actually, most wizards don't ride in luxury cars." Serra probably guessed Albert's thoughts and explained casually, "This is a car for some special customers, so I said it's best Don't waste this opportunity."

"What are you doing in Nikolai Village?" Albert put down the menu and looked at the old man in front of him. He felt that this matter was obviously not that simple.

Sera went to the door, made sure the door was locked, and then performed some kind of magic in the room before sitting back on the sofa and saying slowly, "We're going to visit someone."

"I thought Nico was in Devon." Albert guessed who Sera was talking about.

"They are dying, and I don't know how Dumbledore persuaded the LeMays to give up the Philosopher's Stone."

Speaking of this matter, Serra's tone was very complicated, "We need to stay in France for three days, you can take time to participate in the international wizard chess competition held in France this year."

"Don't you need to register in advance for that kind of competition?"

When Albert said this, his tone suddenly stopped, "Who signed up for me?"

A new task appeared on the task panel, 80% of which were related to the International Wizarding Chess game.

"Bud signed up for you in advance, and he thinks you will be interested." Sera said, "That guy used to be a wizard chess champion, and there is a recommended spot."

In fact, the number of wizards participating in international wizarding chess tournaments every year is not too many.

"Of course, that's not the point."

Just as Albert was about to say something, he heard Sera continue, "Nicco also left something for you, we think it's better for you to go over and meet with each other in person.

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Albert was silent.

He felt that a lot of clutter was crowded together, and going to America to meet Nicholas became less important.

While speaking, the train suddenly swayed and began to slowly leave King's Cross Station.

Albert looked sideways at the rapidly receding scenery outside the car window, and asked nonchalantly, "Who is Nicholas? Should you explain it to me?"

So far, neither Sierra nor Bud has given him a clear explanation.

No one likes to be concealed or deceived.

"John Nicholas is an alchemist in America." Serra put down her teacup and pulled out a bag containing Floo powder from her pocket.

"It's not that I'm going to visit him, it's that you need to visit him, remember what I said?" Serra said in a low voice, "Besides me, there are three others, Nicholas is in charge of the Americas, and you need to talk to him sooner or later. Dealing with it, while I still have energy, I will take you there in person."

"In the United States, they don't want to go."

"why?"

"It's not free there, you'll know when you go there."

Serra took out another photo from her pocket and pushed it in front of Albert. The photo was an old man in his sixties and a blond girl.

The two in the photo were smiling at him, and the blond girl looked like a delicate porcelain doll.

"That is Nicholas' heir and her granddaughter. It seems to be called Catherine. She should have just graduated from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year." Sera said, "Catherine is also a genius. Of course, the talent is not as good as yours. ."

In Serra's eyes, Albert is the most talented wizard in hundreds of years.

"Why is everyone else reluctant to go to America?"

Albert took a bite of the lobster pasta that appeared out of thin air and curiously asked why.

"Some unpleasant things have happened." Sierra curled her lips and said, "That country is not as beautiful as you think. The Ministry of Magic in the United States has strict management of wizards, and you need to pay attention to many things."

"Because of Muggle connections?"

Albert naturally guessed the reason.

"America's wizards had to carefully hide lest Muggles find out about them?"

"Yes, it seems that you know more than you think." Serra nodded and said, "Although Muggles can't use magic, they are not weak in their imagination. Once they realize the existence of wizards, they will cause us a lot of trouble."

"The connection between Muggles is closer than you think, and information spreads very quickly. Once someone discovers the existence of the wizarding world, it will be known to most of the people in the entire United States within a few hours." Albert said very much. Know what those people will do when they discover the existence of wizards.

No one likes to have uncontrollable forces threatening their own safety, especially for the master of that country, this kind of thing will never be tolerated.

"Those Muggles," Serra said suddenly. "A terrible weapon called a nuclear bomb was tested near Las Vegas, Nevada, and the wizards living in that area suffered horrific disasters."

"Nuclear bomb experiment?" Albert's mouth twitched slightly.

"They are very strict with Muggles, just like most wizards are with Dementors," Serra said. "Not only does the US Ministry of Magic prohibit intermarriage between wizards and Muggles, wizards are also strictly required to take care of their children. They won't be allowed to cause riots in the presence of Muggles."

"There must be a lot of people in the prison of the US Ministry of Magic!" Albert couldn't help laughing.

"It is said that it is overcrowded." Sera curled her lips and said, "Breaching the secrecy law is a felony."

"There's something to watch out for."

"Don't deal with the Ministry of Magic in the United States. We went to that country in the name of visiting friends. We spent most of our time on Nicholas' small farm, and we didn't have many opportunities to deal with those guys." Sierra Said: "By the way, you shouldn't bring anything strange!"

"Strange stuff?" Albert repeated.

"Magic items other than wands," Sera added. "Better not even use wands."

"No, I just brought some galleons and double-sided mirrors. However, I don't know if galleons are the same in other countries."

Before Albert came, he locked all the contents of the deformed lizard skin bag into the cabinet.

"Of course, Kanon can also be used, but it will be more troublesome. They usually use Zhuo pot."

Serra took out the purse from her pocket and put it in front of Albert. There were some gold coins similar to Galleons, and the magic currency system there was similar to that of the United Kingdom.

Among them, Albert also found several Franklins.

"American wizards are more strict in the management of magic currency, and they are not left to goblins to take care of it." Sera thought for a while and added, "There is a depressing atmosphere in the entire magic world over there."

In fact, with the exception of the UK, wizarding banks in other countries are run by the Ministry of Magic.

Galleon is very popular in the wizarding world and is basically recognized.

This has to do with the fact that the goblin coins cannot be counterfeited.

"This row of numbers represents the fairy who minted this coin." Sera took out a Galleon, pointed to the row of numbers on the edge, and said, "That's why they can't be counterfeited."

The food on the train was very good. After eliminating the food on the plate, Albert leaned lazily on the sofa and looked sideways at the fast passing scenery outside the window.

The train was still running, and the rest of the journey was very boring. Serra suggested that he rest in bed and gave him a piece of parchment, which was said to record some precautions after going to the United States.

"I'm curious, how exactly does this train send passengers to the wizarding villages in continental Europe." Albert asked, covering a yawn, "Will we fly over the North Sea, or pass through the seabed?"

"Passing through the bottom of the sea, this train will go down from the Mali Bay and go directly across the North Sea to Denmark across the sea." Serra pulled the curtains and was obviously ready to rest in bed. For an elderly man, going out on a trip Still too exhausting.