The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"Where is Albert going?"

In the early morning, after breakfast, Nia stood at the door holding the fat Tom cat and watched Albert disappear from the door.

Putting down her waving arm, Nia turned to look at her parents. She always felt that her family seemed to have something to hide from her.

"Someone invited him to be a guest. You know, your brother is very good. It will be very helpful for his future to have some contacts." Daisy said softly.

Herb glanced at his wife and nodded, which was indeed true.

However, this time Albert did not go to an academic party, but to dinner at his girlfriend's house.

The night before, Albert finally confessed to them that he had a girlfriend.

At that time, Herb and Daisy both showed such expressions. They were never worried that Albert could not find a girlfriend. After all, he was so good, and he also won an international wizard chess championship. How could they not find a girlfriend? to girlfriend?

The two are more worried that the two sides have nothing in common.

However, hearing that the beautiful red-haired girl named Isobel was also a genius, the couple couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. There must be topics that can be talked about between geniuses and geniuses.

Sure enough, their son, as always, reassured them.

It's just that Nia seems to be a little disgusted with these things, so the couple can only help conceal it for the time being.

It's all because they didn't fulfill their responsibilities as parents before, and always let Albert take his sister, so that Nia had a strong dependence and admiration for Albert.

This situation will only gradually disappear when Nia grows up.

Albert walked to a remote street, took out a pocket watch from his pocket, checked the time, raised his head and looked around, and soon saw a bus coming this way.

He quickly raised his wand and waved it forward.

Seconds later, a bright purple three-story bus pulled up in front of him and narrowly missed hitting a pedestrian on the side of the road.

If it weren't for magic, the Knight Bus would have killed a bunch of Muggles.

A young man in purple uniform, about twenty-five years old, stood at the door of the car, took out a crumpled note from his pocket, and read the words in a fluent voice, "Welcome to the bus, this is for Emergency passenger transport for a witch or wizard in distress. Just stick out your wand and get in the car and we can take you wherever you want. My name is James Joyce, it's you the conductor."

After speaking, he paused, looked up and down Albert's clothes and face, and suddenly said, "You are Albert Anderson, right?"

"Can't Muggles see the Knights Bus?" Abbott changed the subject, there were other Muggles nearby, but no one noticed the car.

"If you don't listen carefully or watch carefully, they won't notice anything." Joyce looked at Albert's face with interest, and suddenly said, "The youngest international wizard chess champion, Mr. Anderson Yes, it's an honor to meet you."

"Seriously, it's been a long time since no one in England has won the International Wizarding Chess Championship!" After speaking, he actually wanted to shake hands with Albert, "You must be the most important person I have received during my time as a conductor. sorcerer."

"You will definitely receive a wizard who is heavier than me next summer." Albert began to take Galleon from his pocket,

"How much does it cost to go to the village of Dingworth, Cornwall."

"Nine snickers," Joyce said. "Next summer, I'm not going to do that anymore."

"Nine silver ticks." Albert quickly paid the money and got into the car. The various chairs in the car were randomly around the window. Several unlucky wizards seemed to stop the car suddenly and were severely beaten. He fell to the ground and was getting up muttering.

With a loud bang, the wizard who was just about to get up fell down because of inertia.

"It's a really bad feeling." If Albert hadn't grabbed the railing next to him in time, he probably wouldn't have been much better than them.

"Erne, this is Anderson, I didn't expect the champion to take our Knights bus." Joyce knocked on the window glass and said to the driver with a smile, "This is our driver, Ern Pran."

"Oh, is that Anderson?" The driver turned his head to look at Albert, not paying attention at all.

"Be careful, you are about to hit it!" Albert reminded loudly. Although he knew that a car accident should be unlikely, he still felt that having a wand in his hand would give him a sense of security.

When the knight bus was about to be loaded on the car in front, the car parked on the side of the road seemed to have a pair of legs and jumped away by itself, which felt a little weird.

"Come with me." Joyce took him to an empty bed on the second floor, and then gave him the ticket before saying: "You need to take a detour to Dingworth Village, I suggest You sit down and rest for a while. Of course, if you want to get off first, you need to tip."

"I hope there is no detour."

With that said, Albert took out a Galleon from his pocket.

"Oh, you're so generous, of course there's no problem." Joyce said in surprise when he saw Albert put Gallen into his hands.

"However, we must let Mrs Marsh go down first."

At this moment, there were vomiting sounds and terrible clattering sounds from the lower floor, "She is very uncomfortable. You can reach your destination in about ten minutes at most."

After speaking, he heard another bang, and he almost fell to the ground, and the scenery outside the window changed again.

"Abergavenny has arrived. Next stop, Dingworth, Cornwall."

The car rumbled down a narrow country road, with trees on both sides jumping to make way for the unlicensed buses.

A witch got out of the car with Joyce's help, and she looked a little bad.

Soon, the knight bus continued to drive forward for a while, and then there was another loud bang, and the scenery outside the window changed again.

"What a terrible experience, best not to sit on this thing next time."

Riding a bus that bangs and hops hundreds of miles forward in one fell swoop really isn't a great experience. Albert nearly fell five times, felt like throwing up, and riding the Knights bus was worse than using a door key.

The car suddenly drove up a main road in the downtown area, and then appeared on a bridge, and then he finally remembered the village of Dingworth to shout.

finally reached.

Albert couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and left the car in a hurry, he didn't want to stay in the car for a moment.

Soon, he heard a bang in his ear, and the Knight Bus disappeared.

"Apparition-like technology?" Albert muttered. "No wonder, every time I hear a thumping sound, but the moving distance doesn't seem to be very long."

He was a little curious as to how the wizards had apparated the entire car together.

Albert retracted his thoughts, looked up and looked around, this is a small town by the sea, and there are no other Muggles around.

How will I find Isobel's home?

Albert sent Isobel a message, then walked down the street, and soon found that his worries were unnecessary, and he saw Isobel waving at him not far away.

It's just, what happened to the person beside her.

Albert walked over quickly and looked at a young man who looked at him poorly.

"Isobel, this is..." The man asked first.

"Albert Anderson, his boyfriend, who are you?" Albert looked at each other with oppressive eyes, quickly understood what was going on, and mumbled, "What a poor fellow ."

"You're faster than I expected."

"This is the effect of the banknote ability." Albert smiled and took Isobel's hand and walked forward, leaving behind the Muggle youth who stared blankly at the two leaving.

"Your charm is really good." Albert couldn't help teasing, "Unfortunately, he is not the protagonist in the story, and I can't catch up with your beautiful heroine."