The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Influenza is something that sometimes can't be stopped.

Especially after October, the weather around Hogwarts changed suddenly, and the temperature dropped sharply.

The heavy rain slapped on the windows, and the grass outside was filled with chills that were visible to the naked eye. After infiltrating the castle, many professors and students suffered from influenza.

"Haha, it would be great if I could take a picture." George looked at Albert, who was steaming hot on his head, and smiled extremely badly.

No way, this is Albert's rare dark history.

Click.

The sound of taking pictures suddenly sounded, and the three people with smoke above their heads all looked up.

I saw that Albert was holding a camera in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he took another picture of them.

"Re-pose, I decided to add this photo to the wizard card, and the name is October flu." Albert took advantage of the three people's astonished expressions, took two more photos, and announced happily: "It looks good."

"You guy."

"If you want to shoot, at least you have to be handsome."

Fred snatched the photo from Albert, and after whispering with the two people around him, he crossed his shoulders and posed with the glass he had just finished drinking, asking Albert to take a picture of them again. photo.

After drinking the pick-me-up, the ear will start to smoke, which can last for a few hours.

When the four of them walked out of the school hospital, the students in the corridor all cast their curious eyes. Anyone who sees this kind of smoke coming out of their heads now knows that the other party has the flu and has just drank a refresher.

Probably because this appearance is too shameful, so many students are reluctant to go to the school hospital for treatment after contracting the flu, which leads to more and more students being infected with the flu.

Now, as her condition worsened, Madam Pomfrey had to concoct a large amount of refresher for those students who couldn't handle it. Fortunately, most of these materials come from the greenhouses and medicine fields of Hogwarts, otherwise it would really cost a lot of money.

Every day, students with severe colds are forced to go to the school hospital for treatment, so the students with smoke above their heads are about to become a sight at Hogwarts.

Then again, Albert's got the flu, thanks to Fred and George assholes.

When these two guys were practicing Quidditch in the rain, they accidentally caught the flu, and they didn't go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment in time. As a result, on the third day, Albert and Lee Jordan, who were in the same dorm room, were both caught. infected.

In the end, in exasperation, Albert and Lee Jordan gave them a hard lesson, and then went to the school hospital for treatment together.

"Haha, isn't this Wood, you have a cold too?"

Seeing Wood, who also had smoke from his ears and kept running up his head, Fred and George happily leaned over and hooked up with each other, not at all embarrassed by their new look.

"Really, I'm going back to rest first. Remember to ask for a leave of absence from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon." Albert casually found a reason, and went to the Room of Requirement on his own.

"It's a coincidence, I'm also taking leave." Lee Jordan also didn't plan to go to Defence Against the Dark Arts class with his smoking head, and Defence Against the Dark Arts class was not that good, since Lockhart became a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts. , this class has almost become a laughing stock.

"You two remember to ask for leave for us!"

After greeting Fred and George, Lee Jordan left behind Albert. In fact, he had had enough of Lockhart's class, and it was rare to skip class openly. How could he miss this opportunity?

"Hey, wait for us!"

Fred and George, who were chatting with Wood, trotted to keep up, and they didn't want to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In fact, some students have given up hope for Lockhart, looking forward to a more reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester.

It's a pity that someone still doesn't have any self-awareness and is performing stage plays for everyone in class every day.

More and more students are questioning Lockhart's teaching standards, especially the fifth and seventh graders who are about to be victimized by him.

At this moment, there is smoke in the room of Demand, as if someone had lit incense. By the hearth of the warm nest, Lee Jordan was adding wood to the fireplace to make the flames burn more vigorously.

"what is this?"

Lee Jordan put his head in front of Albert's note, and he quickly found that he could read every letter in the note, but when put together, he couldn't understand a single word.

"Curse Note, do you want to see it?"

Albert smiled and handed Lee Jordan the notebook in his hand.

"Forget it, this thing makes my brain hurt." He retracted his head and asked again casually, "What language is this?"

"French."

"You guys must be showing off on purpose," Lee Jordan muttered.

This notebook was placed in the metal box. If Nico only sent two magic glasses, naturally he didn't need to use that kind of strict protection.

There are a total of ten notes that Nicole sent to Albert, all of which are research on magic spells, and many of them are Nico’s personal unique views on magic spells.

only……

While Nicole LeMay was indeed a great wizard, he didn't seem to be a good teacher.

The contents of these notes are very messy. Although there are many powerful things recorded in them, they are all stuffed into Albert, which also makes him a headache. It takes a lot of time to sort out and study slowly.

In his words: Look for yourself, and ask me if you don't understand.

Albert doubted that even Professor Flitwick would have been able to study the notes thoroughly within a few years.

But he is a man blessed with panel skills. He can sort out the contents of his notes much faster than most genius wizards, but his communication with Niko is a bit frequent.

Lately, even Isobel can't keep up.

"How's your research going?"

Fred and George are working on the drawings of the printing press, which will be needed to print wizard cards and even various types of cartons in the future.

After all, there are only a few people in the magic world, and the sales of goods are very limited, and it may not be realistic to order boxes in large quantities.

"Maybe, you can ask Dad for help, he should be very good at fiddling with this kind of thing."

In the end, both Fred and George gave up, finding that a complete overhaul of the printing press wasn't really a big project they could accomplish.

"We can try to outsource things to other people." Lee Jordan suggested after hesitation. "Don't those things we buy also have boxes? They must know to go there and find people to get boxes."

"It's true that these things can be solved by Muggles, but..."

Albert closed the note, raised his hand and shook the wizard card in his hand as a reminder: "If you want to create an exquisite wizard card, you will inevitably need to use magic, and Muggles can't help us solve this."

Moreover, the "secrecy law" is also a big trouble. Wizards and Muggles cannot have too deep intersection. It is basically impossible to cooperate with Muggles, and Muggle merchants will not accept such orders that are purely money-losing.

The rain outside was still crashing down, and four people with smoking heads were sitting by the fireplace chatting, their desire to open a store, and there was still a long way to go.

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