The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The manufacture of Marauder's map is far simpler than Albert imagined. It only took him a little time to successfully manufacture the prototype of the map.

However, due to not being skilled enough, it was impossible to expand the scope of the Marauder's map to the entire Hogwarts Castle, and it was temporarily impossible to target only Ginny Weasley.

The only thing that made Albert happy was that after the Marauder Map was successfully created, a skill called Monitoring Map appeared on the skill panel.

The rest is naturally to optimize and improve the map you want.

"I don't know if it's possible to mark the basilisk on the map." Albert muttered while looking at the Marauder's map in his hand.

Stuffing the map into his jacket pocket, he left the Room of Requirement. Since Isobel lost the time converter, the time they spent together had shrunk dramatically, and even the date had to be scheduled in advance.

Although Albert was able to use his own time converter to send himself and Isobel back an hour ago, there were still many inconveniences.

After having breakfast in the hall, Albert went directly to Hagrid's hunting lodge.

Um, you mean roommate?

Early in the morning, Fred and George were excitedly driven to the Quidditch pitch by Woodra.

Lee Jordan is still awake.

This guy had so much fun at unpacking and opening envelopes last night.

Thinking about it carefully, Fred and George, who are also having fun, are actually quite pitiful. They need to run on the court in the first week of school.

Maybe it's September, the weather around Hogwarts is not as hot as it used to be, and the footsteps of winter are quietly approaching.

Albert followed the gravel path to the hunting lodge, reached out and knocked on the wooden door, Fang Fang's scratching of the door soon sounded from the room.

"Who is it!"

Hagrid was wearing an apron and carrying a rooster in his hand. When he opened the door, he saw that the person outside the door was Albert, so he couldn't help joking, "Come in, our world champion."

"Here for you!" Albert handed Hagrid a box.

"What is this?" Hagrid rubbed his hand on the apron vigorously, took the box that Albert handed over, and asked in confusion.

"Fudge."

After Albert handed the box to Hagrid, he squatted down and rubbed the dog's head, and took out a packet of dried fish from his pocket to feed the hounds.

"Actually, you don't need to buy this kind of thing for me." Hagrid sighed and urged, "Don't waste Galleon in the future."

"No, I didn't buy these things." Albert said casually, "In the last newspaper incident, a lot of people sent me a bunch of packages. Last night, I opened up all those packages and found a pile of I brought some snacks for you."

Albert usually doesn't eat anything given by strangers, and he gives away all the snacks he got from unpacking.

Hagrid looked at the fudge in his hand, then looked up at Albert, suddenly not knowing what to say.

"do you want to eat?"

Hagrid put the rooster down, went outside and washed his hands with a bucket of water, opened the package, and poured the fudge into the bowl.

Albert doesn't know what to say either. Is it bad to eat in a box?

When he saw Hagrid's sausage-thick fingers picking up the fudge, he realized that Hagrid was probably doing it for convenience.

"You really don't eat?" Hagrid began to make tea for Albert.

"I just had breakfast." Albert shook his head and said, "By the way, I want to inquire about some news from you."

"what news?"

"As for Lockhart, why did Dumbledore choose Lockhart to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Albert looked at Fang Ya, who was quietly waiting for food, and fed the remaining dried fish, "I went to Lockhart before. The two special classes, to be honest, are really appalling."

"It's very difficult to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor now." Hagrid threw a few more fudge in his mouth, waited for the water in the copper pot to boil, and poured a cup of amber tea for Albert and continued: " People don't really want to do it,

Feeling unlucky for this job, you should know what I mean. "

"Oh, so do you have an impression of Lockhart?" Albert asked again, "I don't think most professors in the school like Lockhart very much."

"Lockhart?" Hagrid recalled after taking a sip of tea. "To be honest, everyone probably never thought that Lockhart would become a famous writer."

"What kind of person is he?"

"A person who is extremely narcissistic and has a strong vanity." Hagrid nodded heavily, as if to accentuate his tone, "That's why everyone doesn't like it. When he was in school at Hogwarts, It caused a lot of trouble for everyone.”

"trouble?"

"For example, before the Quidditch game, I carved my name on the Quidditch pitch. Each letter was so big that it almost took up the entire pitch." Hagrid recalled: "At that time, I was still cleaning up the mess for him overnight. , so I was very impressed.”

"Like what Lockhart would do," said Albert with a smile, "anything else?"

"Well, Lockhart secretly projected his portrait into the sky at night, like the Dark Mark..." Hagrid paused halfway through his words, as if recalling something unpleasant. 's past.

"Dark Mark?"

"Well, you actually know the Dark Mark." Hagrid couldn't help laughing bitterly, "At that time, Lockhart shocked everyone, thinking about the scene where his portrait suddenly appeared in the air, causing a lot of confusion. A big sensation."

"It seems that he is really narcissistic and likes to recommend himself to others." Albert asked suddenly, "Did Lockhart come to you?"

"no, what happened?"

"I think he should come to chat with you soon!" Albert said. "Anything else about Lockhart?"

"Once again, he sent himself a bunch of Valentine's Day cards." Hagrid didn't understand what Albert just said, "I wasn't there at the time, and then I heard from the professors that there were a lot of owls pouring in. The auditorium sent Lockhart a bunch of cards, and it was just horrific."

"By the way, how about Lockhart's academic performance, I mean his personal ability." Albert simply told Hagrid the deeds in Lockhart's book.

"I don't know, maybe Lockhart has some talent, but he's definitely not a hard-working student, otherwise he wouldn't be so annoying to professors." Hagrid didn't believe Lockhart could do what Albert just said. Those deeds, "I remember when he graduated from school, everyone breathed a sigh of relief."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and when Hagrid walked over to open the door, he was stunned when he saw the people outside.

"You really said it!" Hagrid muttered softly, and when he turned around, he found that Albert, who was sitting there, had disappeared.