The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"Any updates?"

Lee Jordan smeared a lot of jam on the slice of bread in his hand, looked sideways at Albert who was reading, and asked casually.

"Sirius Black has appeared."

Albert put the newspaper on the table and tapped the location of the report with his index finger. "A Muggle saw him far away from here and called the hotline. Before the Ministry of Magic arrived, Sirius Black is long gone."

"A long way from here?" George muttered, leaning his head over, looking at the contents of the newspaper, "Sounds odd."

"Sirius Black is trying to divert other people's attention." Albert said his speculation, "Don't forget, as long as you use Apparition, any wizard can reach anywhere in the UK in a short time."

"Can you predict where Sirius Black will appear?" Lee Jordan asked in a low voice.

"It should be possible, but it's still a little difficult to catch Sirius Black." Of course Albert could catch Black, but now was not the time to catch him.

"I hate divination."

Fred, who was copying his divination homework, let out a groan of pain.

"Who told you not to take the time to copy that little thing."

"Shut up the guy who doesn't have to do homework," Fred told his twin brother. "Help me gag that guy's mouth with a slice of bread."

"What flavor do you want?" George asked with a smile.

"Orange flavor, don't apply too much... jam." Albert's tone paused, he found an owl flying towards him and threw the envelope on the table in front of him.

It was not surprising to a few people that Albert received a letter every two days on average.

"who sent it"

"Old thief." Albert glanced at the sender and exchanged it with George's slices of bread.

"He said he got the seeds we want." George opened the letter, read the contents of the letter carefully, frowned and said, "However, the price he wants... is a bit high."

"What's the matter with the price?" Fred took the letter from George, read the letter, and said to the three: "That guy always likes to joke, we'd better go to Hogsmeade and talk to him in person."

"Are you really going to plant this thing?" Lee Jordan still felt that the poisonous tentacles were too dangerous, and he did not recommend three people to grow this dangerous plant.

"The measurement you need should not be too much."

"The twigs of the poisonous tentacles will secrete venom." Fred frowned, "We can't buy raw materials, otherwise there will be no profit at all."

The twigs of the poisonous tentacles will secrete a kind of venom. After entering the human body, it will make people feel "burning", and the body temperature will also increase significantly. Fever skipping candy uses this feature to simulate the symptoms of fever.

It's just that they haven't found a suitable antidote.

"I still feel that this thing is a little dangerous, and there are quite a few cases of poisonous tentacles causing death." Lee Jordan is still trying to persuade three roommates to give up this dangerous idea.

"We can get the seeds first, and we will talk about whether to plant them later." George asked Albert's opinion: "It's the price...how much do you think is suitable."

"Cut it in half." Albert said without hesitation: "Leave that guy some profit, and he will be willing to help us find the materials we need. After all, some things cannot be obtained through normal channels, so the high price is understandable."

"You don't plan to go with us?" George was a little surprised. If Albert went to talk, he would definitely save some Galleons.

"No, maybe I went to the competition at that time..." Albert made an excuse for himself and refused to make a deal with Mundungus.

Recently, the four of them didn't dare to sneak into Hogsmeade Village, where martial law was already enforced, and encountering dementors was always a problem in the past.

When they finished eating and were about to leave the hall, Professor McGonagall strode towards this side, handed a piece of parchment to Albert, and asked in a low voice,

"How are you preparing?"

"It's okay," Albert knew what Professor McGonagall meant. "Professor Snape's tutoring has ended. I'm recently learning from Hagrid the common sense of entering the forest."

"Come on, Mr. Anderson." Professor McGonagall encouraged, "It's been a long time since Hogwarts won the Magic School Potions Championship."

"I will try my best, but you should also know that cheating has always been a tradition in this kind of competition." Albert said calmly.

Well, he said this, in fact, he wanted to try to trigger more tasks, but unfortunately he didn't succeed.

Professor McGonagall suddenly fell silent, looked at Albert, and then sighed: "You are right, in fact, everyone knows it, but I believe in your ability."

After speaking, Professor McGonagall walked away, for fear that Albert would say something surprising.

For example: Otherwise, let's cheat too or something like that.

"Did you notice Professor McGonagall's expression just now?"

The three witnessed the whole process, and they all admired Albert's courage to say that kind of words directly to Professor McGonagall.

Match cheating has always been a tradition.

In fact, everyone knows that.

This sounded like saying: Or, let's cheat too!

The three almost laughed out loud on the spot.

"Is that a notification?"

Lee Jordan took the parchment in Albert's hand, glanced at the contents, and said with a smile, "I don't think you can find an excuse!"

He handed the notice to several roommates around him and said to Albert, "The first Hogsmeade weekend is at the end of October, just before Halloween."

"I have a date!" Albert said seriously, "I don't have time, and you also need to exercise. You can't rely on me for everything."

"See you and forget your friends!"

"Don't make trouble, I think if you go, you can accurately grasp the bottom line of Mundungus."

"It's not good to keep pressing other people's bottom line, and occasionally let him make some money, and he will actively help us find things."

"You can always find an excuse to just say it when you want to go on a date."

"I just said it."

After returning to the Gryffindor common room, Albert used the Paste Charm to post the notice on the bulletin board.

A lot of students immediately gathered around to check the notice, buzzing about Hogsmeade around the old bulletin board, looking very excited.

Albert went straight upstairs to prepare dinner for Tom, and then brought the cat downstairs to let out the air.

However, the fat cat didn't like activities, and always wanted to lie on his stomach like a little old man, looking at the students in the common room with his eyes.

Albert found a corner and began to write back to Mundungus, in which he made it clear that his asking price was too high, and made an appointment to meet in Hogsmeade.

Just after Albert stuffed the letter into the envelope, he heard a roar from the common room.

He looked up in the direction of the voice and saw Hermione's Crookshanks sneaking up on Ron's backpack, or something in it.

"Catch that cat!" Ron yelled.

No one helps.

The whole lounge was watching cat and mouse.

Banban's speed is so fast that he doesn't lose to Crookshanks at all, a cat and a mouse shuttle back and forth at everyone's feet.

In the end, the rat rushed under the cabinet, and Crookshanks stopped abruptly, squatted low, and furiously reached under the cabinet with his front paws to dig out. This scene amused many students.

"Okay, calm down!"

Albert bent down and picked up Crookshanks, saving Ron's mouse from the cat's paw.

"What a help!" muttered Ron, getting the mouse out of the cupboard.

"You should find a cage, keep the mice locked up, and don't let them run around." Albert gave Hermione the cat he wanted to jump on.

"It's the cat that should be locked up." Ron looked warily at Hermione's cat.

"All cats catch mice, Ron!" said Hermione.

"No, Albert's Tom never catches mice." As if to make his words more convincing, Ron moved Bambang to Tom's side, and everyone saw Tom tilted his head, the cat's face showing A humanized look of disgust.

"Ron, that's just an exception. Tom can't catch mice, and he doesn't have to." George reminded, "but you can't deny the fact that most cats catch mice."

"Tom's food is very good, he doesn't need to eat mice, and I don't want him to eat mice." Albert asked, looking at the mouse in Ron's hand, "By the way, your mouse is Percy's one. ?".

Ron didn't answer, strode past the common room, and went upstairs back to the boys' dormitory.

"It's Percy's," Fred replied for Ron. "After he became a prefect, the family bought him an owl. In order to prevent Scabbers from being eaten by Hermes, Percy gave the mouse to Ron. ."

"That mouse should be very old." Albert said suddenly, "It's incredible that a normal mouse can't live that long."

"Indeed..." George frowned slightly, as if recalling how long the mouse had lived.

"Who knows, maybe it's dying!" Fred said indifferently. "After returning from Egypt, the mouse seems to be dying."

"The average mouse can only live for one to three years, and Ron's one must have lived for more than three years." Albert said mysteriously, "Do you know what that means?"

"what"

"A biological miracle," Albert explained. "A rat that lives four or five years, or more, can sell for a fortune in the Muggle world."

"real?"

"How much can it sell for?" George asked curiously.

"If it's converted into Galleons, it must be more than tens of thousands." Albert felt that those biological laboratories would definitely be very interested in it, as long as it was certain that the mouse had lived for more than ten years.

"Are all Muggles crazy?"

"Because of its high research value, it may be possible to find the secret to prolonging life."

"Otherwise, let's convince Ron to sell that mouse!" Fred suddenly said, "If you can really earn tens of thousands of Galleons, why not catch Black."

"It's not as easy as you think, and even if you really sell the mouse, it will be difficult to exchange the money for Galleon." Albert shook his head and said, "I just felt a little emotional."

"You bastard... definitely did it on purpose."

"It's too bad."

"Makes me happy."