The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In the past few days, Hutok felt that his luck was particularly bad. He could inexplicably lose his gold membership card even when watching an opera in France. The research on potions that was originally going smoothly suddenly encountered a lot of problems and got stuck. .

Even taking the blessed elixir that I had reserved before, it could not improve my luck.

Hutok has not reported the loss of the gold membership card to the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists, and he has not dared to tell anyone else about it.

Sometimes if too many people know, it will cause a lot of trouble for oneself.

Hutok never expected that publishing a missing object newspaper in the Daily Prophet would help him find his gold membership card.

Through his own connections, Hutok found someone to help him predict that the gold membership card would be brought to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Currently, he should go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, negotiate with Dumbledore, and identify the students one by one until he finds the boy who picked up the gold membership card.

However, this is certainly not a good idea.

While Hutok was still struggling with this matter, someone sent him a letter via owl. The letter read: You seem to be in some little trouble. I can help you.

P.S. I like to have evening tea on the terrace at eight o'clock in the evening.

The sender's name is: Bud Broad.

Hutok knew Bard Brod, both were members of the Wizengamot, but they didn't really talk much.

After all, the two people specialize in completely different fields and the scope of communication is also different.

It is not unreasonable to separate lines like mountains.

However, Hertok still planned to visit Bud Brod. Since the other party wrote to him, it was definitely not without purpose.

A quarter past seven.

Hutok came to the lake in advance, and the wind blowing on his face was very cool, temporarily dispelling the summer heat.

"He is really a guy who likes to enjoy himself." Hetok raised his head and looked into the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and murmured: "Apparition is actually prohibited here?"

Hutok lit the tip of his wand, walked along the shore of the lake, and finally stopped at a dilapidated pier. He looked at the only small broken boat on the pier and fell into a brief silence.

Hutok stepped on, and the boat faced the night wind and sailed towards the island in the lake under the cover of night.

The boat sailed for a while and arrived at the dock of the island in the lake before sinking. There was a house elf on the dock, welcoming Hutok's arrival.

"The master asked me to wait for you here. Mr. Huttok Dagworth, please come with me." The house elf bowed to Huttok, and then led the way with an oil lamp.

They walked on the gravel path and passed several defensive spells before entering the manor.

"Good evening Hertok, you came earlier than I expected." Brod greeted the guests while sitting at the round table on the terrace.

"I'm here, tell me what good news you have." Hutok suppressed his anxiety and asked.

"Oh, it seems that the rumors are true. You have lost something valuable." Brod smiled and made a gesture to Hertok to sit down.

Hutok sat down and continued to listen patiently to the other party's nonsense. As long as Brod could provide him with some useful information, he didn't mind waiting a little longer.

"I have a child who wrote to me a while ago and told me that he encountered some strange things." Brod poured some red wine on the wine glass in front of Hertok and continued: "He said that he had just returned from vacation in France. But he received a letter from the Ministry of Magic inexplicably because he used the Flying Charm in France. However, in fact, he has just finished first grade and has not yet mastered how to use the Flying Charm."

Hutok opened his mouth, but still did not speak.

"This is a gift he brought back to me from his vacation in France. Muggle red wine. It feels very good." After Brod finished speaking, he looked at Huttok with a half-smile.

No matter how stupid he is, he can still understand the meaning of Brod's words. The child in the other party's mouth is probably the boy who picked up his gold membership card.

"What's his name?" Hutok took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

Brod did not answer immediately, but looked at Hutok calmly and asked: "How are you going to deal with this matter? Go to him directly to ask for something, or?"

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, right?" Hutok couldn't help blurting out, but regretted it the next moment.

"Of course it does matter." Brod looked Hutok up and down, shook his head and said, "It seems that you need a glass of red wine with ice to calm down."

Hutok was silent, and after a long time he said: "I'm sorry, I'm rude. I've encountered a lot of bad luck recently, and I'm quite angry."

"I can understand." Brod did not blame the other party for his rudeness, and gave Hutok the letter Albert wrote to him.

After reading the letter, Hutok raised his head and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Not that I hope," Brod corrected, "You seem to be causing trouble for my little friend."

"I will make it up to him." Hutok said quickly.

"Oh, you don't seem to understand what I said." Brod intertwined his hands, looked at Hutok, and reminded kindly: "He doesn't need any compensation from you, you just need to clean up the mess you caused. .”

"Mess?" Hutok repeated softly.

"Isn't it?" Brod asked.

"To a certain extent, it is indeed a mess." Hutok did not deny this, "but it is not a big deal."

"It could be a big deal for him," Broad said.

Hutok was silent and nodded again to show that he understood.

"Thank you, Mr. Broad." Hutok stood up and thanked the other party before preparing to leave.

"Why don't you stay and have a cup of evening tea together?" Brod asked with a smile, "We can sit down and chat..."

"No," Hutok simply refused, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am very busy and have a lot of things to do, so I don't have much time to enjoy leisurely time."

"I think you will be willing to sit down and chat with me soon." Brod didn't care and said to Hertok with a smile, "The next time we meet, we won't be here."

Hutok left the lake house and took a small broken boat back to the lake shore. He already knew the boy's name. The next step was to negotiate with the other party and get back his gold membership card.

"He's gone!"

As soon as Hutok's front foot left, McDoug smiled and sat down where Huttok had just been, picked up the other's untouched wine glass, took a sip of red wine, winked and said, "It tastes pretty good. However, Anderson actually didn’t send me a bottle too.”

"Because I am his professor!" Brod touched his beard and smiled happily.

"Do you think Hutok will succeed?".

"If he cleans up the mess he made, he'll get his stuff back," Broder said with a laugh.

"By the way, why are you meeting Hutok at my place?" McDougal asked again.

Yes, the cabin in the lake is actually one of McDougal's homes. Although it is called a cabin, it is actually a small manor.

"That guy will definitely not be able to get that gold membership card back. When he comes here to find me, he will definitely not be able to find me." Brod said happily.

"How did you guess it was a gold membership card?" McDoug asked.

"Otherwise, what do you think would make Hutok bother to find it?" Brod said happily.

"Then why..."

"Why did it fail?" Brod asked.

"Um."

"Anderson is different from other kids," Broad said softly. "If Huttok wants to settle this matter with compensation, he's going to be in trouble."

"Well, I heard that Rowena plans to go to Hogwarts to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." McDoug suddenly changed the subject.

"This..." Brod took a sip of red wine and frowned.

McDoug's tone became very serious and his brows furrowed slightly, "What is he doing at Hogwarts?"

"Does Gerber know about this?" Brod suddenly asked.

“I don’t know yet.” McDougal shook his head and said, “Go find him and ask him what’s going on!”

"Gerber would definitely not tell Rowena about the inheritance because of his family relationship." Brod shook his head and directly rejected the most likely thing: "As a direct descendant of Smith, I must have seen some relevant records. Rowena is very Smart, he probably guessed something from these records."

"He is very smart, but unfortunately his personality is not suitable for him." McDougal said softly: "And... forget it, anyway, two suitable candidates have appeared now. When the time comes, just choose one from them."

"Well, until then, watch them."

"I will." McDoug smiled and shook the goblet. "This wine is good. By the way, I won the last bet!"

"I remember that most of your books were given away!" Brod shook his head helplessly and said, "How many books did you sell in total?"

"It should be half, right?" McDougal thought for a while and said with a smile, "I am willing to admit defeat."

"Okay, he's yours." Brod pointed to the open bottle of red wine. After saying that, he picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a small glass.

"Let's go find Gerber and figure this out." McDougal clicked the cork with his wand, and it automatically jumped back onto the bottle and re-corked it.

McDoug picked up the half bottle of red wine and walked towards the fireplace. Brod followed McDoug and disappeared into the fireplace with forest green flames.