The Alchemist of Harry Potter

All afternoon, the Gryffindor students looked extremely excited, as if it wasn't the Ravenclaw team who had just won the game, but had already won the Quidditch House Cup.

After returning to the common room, Lee Jordan mysteriously revealed what he had overheard to everyone.

The Slytherins who tried to conspire to frame Harry were punished, and they needed to go to Filch's place for confinement.

It was said that Draco Malfoy had to go to the school hospital tomorrow to clean up his chamber pots.

This good news undoubtedly made Harry and Ron's good mood even more pleasant.

I don't know who, taking this opportunity to cast a spell on the "Daily Prophet" some time ago, let the newspaper read the article by Rita Skeeter aloud, and give everyone a new popularization of Dementors. The terrifying monster, by the way, ridiculed the ignorance and mental retardation of the group of Slytherin students who tried to frame Harry.

Dressing up as a Dementor to scare people?

Everyone was about to be amused by the actions of the Slytherin students.

There was a burst of happy laughter in the entire common room.

Wood walked through the crowd and walked quickly towards Albert by the fireplace. He looked up and looked around, as if looking for something, "Do you know where Fred and George went?"

Before Albert could answer, Wood rambled again: "Those two guys said they could help get the snacks and drinks needed for the party, and they went somewhere with the coins I raised."

"Don't worry about Wood, I don't think Fred and George will run away with that money." Albert comforted softly, "You should have confidence in them."

"I'm just worried that they won't be able to get snacks and drinks." Wood was a little depressed. After all, he had already received the money for the party. If he couldn't get snacks and drinks, it would be difficult for him to explain to everyone.

"Don't worry, Fred and George will definitely have a way to get the snacks and drinks we need." Lee Jordan put his arm around Wood's shoulder and said, "We should go to the kitchen and see if we can get some from the kitchen. What to eat, just those snacks are not enough for everyone. By the way, what about the Albert? I saw him here just now."

"I don't know!" Wood felt that Lee Jordan's idea was a good idea, at least more reliable than Fred and George's proposal.

"We'd better take Albert with him. That guy is very familiar with the house-elves in the kitchen." Lee Jordan looked around, trying to find Albert in the crowd. Before he could find Albert, he Was pulled away by Wood.

When the two came out of the kitchen, there was a lot of food in their hands, but Lee Jordan didn't seem to be satisfied with this, and muttered: "I just said that Albert should be called."

"Didn't we already get a bunch of food?" Wood wondered why Lee Jordan wanted to come with Albert.

Is it because three people can take more food?

Lee Jordan didn't explain too much, Albert went to the kitchen and they were treated differently.

The house-elves would even be happy to help Albert cook a tasty treat on the spot, rather than a cold pile of patties and biscuits.

Fred and George finally reappeared in the common room after a few hours of disappearance. What annoyed Wood most was that they didn't bring anything back. "What about snacks and drinks? Don't tell me, you have nothing. Didn't get it."

"Don't get excited about Wood, we bought all the snacks and drinks from the party, and they're all in here!"

As he said that, Fred took out a bag and kept digging out things, several barrels of butter beer, bottles of fizzing pumpkin juice, and several bags of candy from the Honeydukes store.

"Where did you get these things?" Angelina asked, taking a bottle of Fizz Pumpkin Juice from Fred.

"We got a little help!" George said mysteriously.

The neatly arranged tables in the common room were filled with biscuits, cakes and pies, wizard pop music played in the corner, and Fred and George began tossing toad mints at the crowd.

Albert flicked his wand and conjured countless wine glasses out of thin air on an empty table, and filled them with butterbeer.

Fred and George took out the fireworks they made and set them off above the heads of the crowd. A lion full of fireworks roared above the heads of the crowd, and finally squeezed into a large piece of brilliant fireworks.

"This is a new product for me and Fred, and it feels good!"

George quietly stood beside Albert and said proudly: "We have already thought about it, and we will specially make these fireworks in the future and sell them to colleges that want to hold a party."

"You are very good at doing business!" Albert looked at the fireworks that exploded above his head, and couldn't help feeling the twins' talent in this regard.

The party lasted from the afternoon to the evening. Albert couldn't understand why everyone was so energetic. After he returned from the Room of Requirement, he found that the party was not over yet.

Fred and George are performing a hilarious trick for everyone, surrounded by a group of people.

However, what surprised Albert was that at this lively party, someone was sitting alone in the corner.

"Appropriate relaxation is more conducive to learning, there is no need to tighten yourself too much." Albert put a glass of butterbeer on the table in front of Hermione, "Would you like a drink?"

"Thank you." Hermione hesitated for a moment, but still lived up to Albert's kindness, put down the heavy book in her hand, and took a sip from the glass of butterbeer.

"The Life and Social Habits of a British Muggle Family?" Albert glanced at the books Hermione was reading, frowned and said, "Actually, I don't think you need that much."

"It would be fascinating to study them from the perspective of the wizarding world," Hermione said sincerely.

"No, I don't think it's glamorous, most wizards don't understand Muggles and don't want to know them." Albert said to Hermione, "I know the guy who wrote the book, and he admits it himself. The Life and Social Habits of a British Muggle Family is a little out of date."

"Obsolete, how could it be?" Hermione was very surprised.

"The development of the Muggle world is faster than you think, which is the advantage of technology." Albert didn't bother about this issue any more, and continued, "Actually, if you want, you can also write your own book to teach wizards We introduce the Muggle world and their lives, so that wizards can better disguise and integrate into the Muggle world."

"Write your own book?" Hermione was taken aback by Albert's suggestion.

"No one has a more say in the Muggle world than the wizards who live in the Muggle world." Albert said, taking a few custard biscuits from there and shoving one of them into Hermione's hand, " Eat something, it will help to regulate the mood, if I were you, I would not be reading in such a noisy place, and..."

Albert deliberately lowered his voice and said, "If you want to reconcile with them, just calmly apologize to Ron, I don't think he will be angry with you again, just like a cat with fried fur, smoothing its hair. That's it. It's not difficult, you just need to have the courage to speak first."

"You think I'm wrong too." Hermione looked up at Albert.

"No, I just wanted to say that only a child would be so tantrum."

After that, Albert turned around and went back to the dormitory to rest. As for when they wanted to hold the party, Albert didn't care, and didn't care.

Hermione looked at the back of Albert's departure, took a bite of the custard cookie in her hand, and returned her gaze to the heavy book, but she was thinking about what Albert just said.

As she was packing up to go back to the dorm, Harry came over and asked, "Didn't you go to the game?"

"Of course I've been." Hermione closed the book and said to Harry, "You did a good job. I always believed that you could catch the Snitch and win the game for us."

"Thank you," Harry said with a pause, pointing to the table where the food was placed and asked, "Aren't you going to have something to eat?" "

"No, I've already eaten, and now I have to finish this book by Monday, there are still four hundred and twenty-two pages to read." Hermione's voice was a little tired, "and, there are also I was not welcome to participate."

"If Scabbers hadn't been eaten, he could have eaten a few of these Fudge flies, which he has always liked..." Ron clearly heard Hermione's words and said loudly on purpose.

"Good night Harry."

Hermione's voice was a little more choked, she put the big book under her arm, walked quickly to the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.