The Alchemist of Harry Potter

On weekends, Albert woke up early in the morning.

no way.

At six o'clock in the morning, when it was just dawn, Wood knocked on the door of the dormitory, woke up Fred and George who had not woken up, and took them to the Quidditch pitch for early practice.

The other unlucky guys in the dormitory were naturally awakened together. Amid Lee Jordan's complaints, Albert was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, but found that he could no longer fall asleep.

While eating breakfast, Albert covered his yawn and casually flipped through the new issue of the Daily Prophet.

He looked at a report by Rita Skeeter, and the original sleepiness suddenly disappeared. Although the content of the entire article was mocking the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic, Albert was able to bring it up from the article. Contents: The Ministry of Magic is looking for a wizard named Jack, who has been missing since he was smuggling dragon eggs into England without authorization.

The newspaper mentioned dragon eggs?

This should be a precursor, many things did not happen for no reason.

It seemed that Quirrell had most likely already acquired the dragon egg.

In order to avoid being suspected by Hagrid, Quirrell could not directly hand over the dragon egg to Hagrid. He needed to wait until Hagrid went to the Hog's Head for a drink before he could pretend to be a peddler and invite Hagrid to drink and get him drunk.

"Is there any interesting news in the newspaper?" Lee Jordan also asked, clutching his yawn.

"That reporter named Rita Skeeter is very good at grabbing everyone's attention." Albert smiled and closed the Daily Prophet.

"Rita Skeeter likes nonsense the most." Fred dragged his body into the hall, exhausted and hungry now, and could swallow almost anything.

"But you can't deny that everyone likes to hear her nonsense." George sat down beside Albert and began to complain loudly to them that Wood was a training freak.

"By the way, we're going to do homework later, do you want to be together?" Albert looked at Fred and George and asked suddenly, "I remember you haven't finished your homework this week!"

"We're going to go to the library to find some materials later." Fred couldn't help moving his head to the side, and he was more inclined to find someone to learn from later.

Albert put together all the Gryffindor students of his class, and made up the unfinished homework together on weekends, so that everyone could communicate with each other when they didn't understand.

It's basically a study group.

Fred and George hurriedly stuffed a large amount of food into their mouths, then slipped away without anyone noticing.

Lee Jordan shouted that he would never borrow his homework from Fred and George, and began to immerse himself in doing his own homework. He was the only one in this group of people who had not finished it yet. Originally, Fred and George should also accompany him to do it. Homework, unfortunately, those two bastards ran away by themselves.

Shanna is practicing the Happy Mantra with Angelina. Professor Flitwick has hinted more than once that the Happy Mantra will be tested in the final exam, so the Happy Mantra is the one that everyone should focus on reviewing.

"I think Shanna is very likely to win the championship again this time." Lee Jordan raised his head and said, "Although this year's wizarding card competition is much better than the last one, there are still not many people who are really good at playing wizarding cards. Yesterday Among the top eight selected, there are really not many powerful ones... well, well, I know, my mouth is not good enough?"

Lee Jordan obediently shut up under the watchful eyes of a group of people.

"That Miss Isobel is very unusual." Shanna raised her head and glanced at Albert, who was immersed in writing her thesis, and muttered softly. She was not complacent. Isobel put a lot of pressure on Shanna. She was obviously a person who didn't play the wizard card very much, but she easily reached the quarterfinals.

Is this true genius?

"Is the championship reward this time still 10 Galleons?" Angelina was a little depressed, she was eliminated in yesterday's 16 to 8.

"Well, it's still ten Galleons."

The original discussion has disappeared again.

"I remember that you seemed to be in the quarter-finals, right!" A few tables away from them, Ron, who was rushing to do his homework, suddenly raised his head and said.

Do not know why,

Harry always found Ron's tone sour.

"What are you going to do with the money?" Ron asked again. He seemed to be certain that Hermione would win a wizarding card game.

"There are only ten Galleons to win the championship." Hermione couldn't help reminding after reciting the twelve uses of dragon blood.

"Yeah, champion, I really don't know what's the point of him paying to hold this competition." Ron looked at Albert, who was not far away, burying himself in writing his thesis, and muttered softly, "Use this Galleon to buy things. Is it not good?"

Ron thought of Fred and George again, the two bastards who could always hear the crisp sound of gold coins in their pockets.

"Look, it's here again." Ron muttered in his heart, and saw Fred and George walking into the hall, almost trotting toward them. When they put a book in front of Albert, they were still babbling: "We found it, look at this, we found it!"

Fred noticed a lot of people staring at him, smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you."

Albert glanced at the parchment he had almost smeared, glared at Fred in dissatisfaction, and then moved his gaze to the book in front of him.

"Motra rat?"

"Look at this..." George raised his finger excitedly and pointed to a paragraph on the book: "People who are bitten by Mortra rats will have symptoms of retching.

When George read this, Albert understood why the twins were so excited. Is this going to make vomit candy with Mortra rats?

Albert read softly again: "In more severe patients, the anus will spark outwards."

There is no doubt that if used properly, a very interesting joke prop can be created, and the sparks from the anus will definitely be sought after by the majority of students.

"It seems that this is a mouse covered in treasures." Lee Jordan put his head close and mumbled vaguely after reading all the content in the book.

"It's the Mortra rat." Fred corrected happily.

Lee Jordan is right, though, the Mortra rat does have many uses. The growths on their backs, when eaten after pickling, can increase their resistance to the curse, but over-eating can cause unsightly purple ear hairs to grow.

Sorcerers often use mortra's juice to concoct potions, which, even when used directly, can heal cuts and scrapes, as well as reduce the pain of wounds.

"We're considering where to get this stuff, it's not cheap to buy one." George frowned.

"You can go to Mundungus Fletch, maybe he can help get some," Albert suggested, "and you don't need a mortra, let that guy get you some morts. The raw materials for the rat are just fine."

"You're right, maybe we can try it." Fred thought about it and felt that it made sense. They had already checked the information. The wizards who raised the Mortra rats would only harvest the anemone-like growths on their backs. This is also where this amazing creature is most valuable.

As for the teeth they might need to use the Mortra rat, maybe Mundungus can get some for them, and the price shouldn't be too expensive.

"What are they doing?" Shanna asked suspiciously as she watched the twins leave, "Don't they have to do their homework?"

"Don't worry about them." Albert shook his head. "Those two guys will come over soon to do their homework, unless they want to be locked up."

Sure enough, Fred and George came over to do their homework together after they wrote the letter. Their foundation was still solid. Although they were completely distracted this semester, with Albert's help, their homework wouldn't be too bad.

As for Mundungus Fletcher, he directly offered a price of three Galleons for a Mortra rat, and a low price of two five Galleons.

When this guy got the letter, he sneaked to the beach and spent a lot of time catching two Mortra rats, ready to resell them to the Weasley twins.

Fred and George refused to pay for the two Mortras, and wrote to Mundungus Fletcher that they only needed the Mortra incisors and growths.

Mundungus, who received the letter, almost got his nose crooked, refusing to sell the incisors of the Mortra rat to the twins.

Soon after, Mundungus got a bunch of Mortra's incisors from there, and planned to sell them to the Weasley twins for a hefty price of two sicos each.

After some haggling, Mundungus finally pinched his nose and made the deal, threatening in a letter not to sell them any more.

Albert and several others scoffed at Mundungus' threat in the letter.

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