The Alchemist of Harry Potter

When it comes to February, there are a lot of things to watch out for.

In early February, students from Year 3 and up can visit Hogsmeade. There's a Quidditch match in the middle of the month, this time Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, and at the end of the month there's a selection for the Wizarding Club.

Of course, in the end this is a guesswork.

Time, like a lame old man, slowly entered February amid the urging of countless students.

Of course, not all students want time to pass faster. Albert is one of them. Recently, he always feels that time is a little short, and even a leisurely time has become less.

Really wish there was a time shifter.

However, the time consumed by the time converter is actually counted on the user. If the time converter is used too trivially to go back to the past, the user's lifespan will be reduced.

Albert is thinking about whether to throw all the shit on his body aside.

Due to the number of old friends, he basically needs to write a letter every day, and there are still many things in the notebook that have not been completed.

Isobel was right, he was indeed too greedy. If it weren't for the skill panel, I would have been overwhelmed and driven crazy by that pile of things. Hermione in the third year is the best example.

Forget it, now is not the time to stop and rest, accumulate more capital while you are young, and when you have enough capital, you can live the life you want.

"It's almost going to take another year or two."

As for Voldemort's problem, Albert really never worried.

After all, with the tall man Potter, the savior, all he needs to think about is how to use Voldemort to benefit himself.

After all, the days when Voldemort ruled the wizarding world were the darkest times for the wizarding world and Britain, and chaos meant opportunity.

Albert took out a small notebook to record what he thought, and this notebook was about to run out.

He flipped through it, sighed softly, put the notebook back in his pocket, and checked the homework he just finished. He began to write to Mundungus Fletcher, asking him to meet at Three Broomsticks on his next trip to Hogsmeade.

Albert does need the pelts of the swamp digger,

The mandrake that he had stuffed into the salt a few months ago has been around for months, and it shouldn't be long before it's completely turned into a black magic item. At that time, the fur of the swamp digger will be needed to straighten it, otherwise even Albert would not dare to reprocess this black magic item rashly, lest he would be unlucky with him.

Mundungus Fletcher's reply came quickly, and he probably didn't want the swamp digger's fur on his hands. However, from the words in the letter, it is not difficult to see that the guy still wants to slaughter Albert's wallet.

Do you really treat me like a child?

Albert couldn't help laughing, and threw the parchment into the fireplace, watching the flames burn the paper to ashes, with a strange smile on his face.

"Albert laughed so horribly." The lazy George just looked up to see this scene, and couldn't help shivering. He touched Fred next to him with his elbow and motioned him to look at Albert. .

"I don't know who's going to be out of luck!" Fred muttered softly.

"Next time, Hogsmeade, go?" Albert asked in a low voice after looking around to make sure that there was no one around.

"Go, why not." Lee Jordan said without looking up, his pockets still bulging just after Christmas.

"The letter from the thief?" Fred felt himself guessing the answer.

"Well, he doesn't seem to have given up on slaughtering me yet. If the talk falls apart..." Albert sneered, "Just rob him, or forcefully buy and sell."

"Isn't this... not very good." Lee Jordan put down the quill in his hand and looked at Albert worriedly. Although he was often mischievous and liked to violate school discipline, Lee Jordan was a good guy at heart.

"It's really not very good." Albert did not deny this, "but, Mundungus Fletcher is not a good thing. He is a professional liar and thief, and also a part-time black market businessman. It's rare to have an infamous hookup, and the other party doesn't want to make a good deal, so there's no need to be too polite to him."

"For a bad guy, Albert is right, and I don't think it's necessary to be too polite." Fred and George looked at each other and asked in a low voice, "How are you going to deal with this."

"An illusion spell, a stun spell, and an oblivion spell." Albert naturally knew what to do, and he was not worried that he would fail. Some things, if you have no intention of calculating, really make you impossible to guard against.

Perhaps, Mundungus Fletcher was a very cautious guy, but he never imagined that the fat sheep he thought were trying to rob him.

In his previous life, Albert considered himself to be a very moral person, and even if things fell apart, he never thought of that.

In this life, he had a plug-in, mastered magical magic, and spent more than ten years under the influence of capitalism for many years.

To put it more immorally: the primitive accumulation of capital has always been cruel and bloody.

"Look at Mundungus Fletcher's choice and decide what to do with this."

Fred and George did not have a good impression of Mundungus, so they agreed with Albert's opinion, and Lee Jordan also agreed, and Albert did not intend to go too far.

"What are you discussing?" Shanna came over with a book borrowed from the library in her hand.

"We're discussing the sorcerer card." Albert casually brought up a topic, and the three people next to him were not surprised, and agreed casually.

"By the way, have you heard?"

"What did you hear?" Fred asked curiously.

"There is a monster hidden in the Forbidden Forest." Shanna reminded in a low voice, "In the afternoon, when someone was protecting the magical biology on the periphery of the Forbidden Forest, they heard a terrible beast roar."

"Forbidden Forest, beast roar?" Albert immediately thought of Hagrid's Lou Wei.

"Maybe Hagrid kept some dangerous animals in the Forbidden Forest," Fred said jokingly.

"Should we go in and see what kind of monster it is?" George's eyes twinkled with curiosity, and continued, "We can go with Hagrid, he's in charge."

It seems that George's head is not too stupid.

In just half a day, strange rumors began to circulate in the school that some dangerous magical creatures came out of the forbidden forest.

Rumors abounded that Professor Ketelber had planned to move most of his lessons to the lawn near the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

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