The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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In December, the weather gets even colder.

Albert woke up in a daze. He blinked and found that the room was still dark. He knew that he got up early and was drowsy. After reaching out to cover his yawn, he was ready to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, when I lay back, I found that I couldn't sleep for some reason. He looked sideways at the copper stove in the center of the room. The stove was burning with a blue flame. In order not to affect the quality of sleep, the light on the stove was blocked by the special casing. Only the lower circle exuded blue light, silently Provide warmth to the room.

This is Albert's modified Stove No. 3, which is far more secure than a glass jar of flame.

Albert reached out and groped around the pillow, took out the wand beside the pillow and waved it. The magic lamp on the bedside table lit up, and the pale light illuminated the room at once, but it was a pity that the magic lamp 1.3 The practicality of the version is still very low.

When the lamp was lit, Albert caught a glimpse of a letter under the lamp, shook his wand, and the envelope automatically flew to Albert's hand.

The letter was sent from home. Daisy asked him to remember to go home during the Christmas holiday. In the letter, there was a reply from his sister Nia, who said that she missed Tom and asked whether Tom had successfully lost weight.

Albert glanced at the stove, where Tom was. At this moment, the whole cat is huddled in his bed, leaving only one tail exposed, which is very interesting.

Alas, losing weight for a fat cat is hard work, and Tom's not getting fatter is the best outcome.

"Good morning!" Fred greeted Albert while yawning.

"Who's going home for the holidays this year." Lee Jordan also woke up, and the guy was huddled under the covers chatting with them.

"Why is there a letter from me here?"

George took the letter on the bedside table with some confusion, reached out and scratched his head, he was still confused.

"It is estimated that the owl was late, so let the house-elf directly help deliver the letter." Albert was not surprised. It had been snowing in the past two days, and the owl had to fly through the blizzard. It was indeed hard enough, but it was not difficult to be late. understand.

"Written from home, it seems that we can't go home for Christmas vacation today." After reading the letter, George threw it to Fred, "They are going to Romania to visit Charlie, so we can only stay at school. It's the holidays."

"Lee Jordan, do you want to stay?" Fred opened the letter, glanced at it, and asked his partner who was still in the bed.

Lee Jordan covered a yawn, looked at Albert and asked, "Forget it, I want to go back, and Albert should also go back!"

"I'm going back, I sent a letter from home to let me go back for the Christmas vacation." Albert knew that his time with his family was limited, so he didn't want to waste it.

"I'm going to sleep for a while, remember to call me when you want to go downstairs to eat." Lee Jordan was about to go back to sleep, but it was too early.

"Are you still going to sleep?"

"This is no nonsense. It's only six in the morning, and I daresay Filch is definitely not up yet." Li Jordan pulled up the sheet to cover his head.

"Should we sneak in and surprise Filch?" George offered excitedly. "We could put some noise bombs in his room that we made a while ago."

"And then it's targeted by Filch. Come on, there's no need to do that, and your noise bomb doesn't work." Albert shook his head as he looked at the twins who were about to die.

A noise bomb is a ball-like thing that makes a loud noise when thrown, startling others.

Well, just this effect, there is no other use.

This thing is actually a joke prop made by the twins imitating Albert's Banshee's Howl, but unfortunately the effect is just like that. Currently, Fred and George are adding a choking taste to the noise bomb according to Albert's suggestion. with the black smoke that cannot be dispelled,

There is a trend towards smoke bombs.

"Come and see this..." George said suddenly.

"Stop arguing, let me sleep for a while." Li Jordan rolled over and covered the quilt more tightly.

"It's Professor Quirrell." George said softly, "He's actually in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor of the castle. Wouldn't he want to steal Dumbledore's treasures in the school now?"

"This kind of thing is not very likely. At most, he is checking the mechanism arranged by the professors." Albert shook his head.

"Will he be the dark wizard who broke into Gringotts?" Fred asked suddenly.

"It is estimated that someone used the Imperius Curse to control it," Albert said.

"Professor Quirrell really doesn't look like a dark wizard." George pondered for a moment and agreed with Albert's idea, "The possibility of being controlled by someone using evil black magic is indeed not small."

"But why does Professor Quirrell wear that big scarf?" Fred expressed his doubts. They had already been eyeing Quirrell's big scarf for a long time, but unfortunately, everyone successfully took off the big scarf.

"It still smells like garlic." George thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's to distract everyone? Maybe it's to keep other people away from him, lest the professors see any flaws?"

"This……"

Albert suddenly didn't know what to say. The garlic smell on Quirrell's body was to smoke others away?

He thought in a different way, and suddenly felt that what Fred and George said made sense.

Too much contact with other professors makes it easy to see flaws, and if they know Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort, they don't know what will happen.

"Should we tell Dumbledore about this?" Fred asked suddenly, "If Professor Quirrell really came to steal that thing."

"Do you have evidence? If there is no evidence, it is slander." Albert reminded, "Professors will not easily listen to you slander another professor."

"But... what should we do?" The twins also felt that Albert was right, and the professors obviously wouldn't let them "slander" another professor at will.

"Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore should have noticed it to some extent. He is the greatest wizard in history, how could he not have considered such a thing?" Albert said his speculation, "I guess the Headmaster is waiting for that The thief took the bait himself."

"It turns out that it is indeed Principal Dumbledore." Fred's voice just fell, and he suddenly froze again, he said, "Then we can't take risks in the corridor of the restricted area on the fourth floor."

If Headmaster Dumbledore was watching over there, wouldn't they be caught directly when they went there?

"Don't worry, there will always be opportunities. The principal didn't say that we shouldn't take risks."