The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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"Don't worry, there is still too much time!"

In the car, Herb tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, looked directly at the crowded road ahead, and comforted his son in the back seat softly.

There was a traffic jam in the morning, causing them to be delayed for an hour on the road.

"I'm not worried."

Albert turned his head to look at Niya who reached out to cover the yawn, and suggested: "If you are very sleepy, take a nap first."

"If you are sleepy, just eat something. We are almost at Kings Cross Station."

Daisy in the passenger seat reached out and handed out a pack of candies and reminded, “Don’t stay up late in the future. It’s not good for your skin, and you’re prone to acne on your face when you stay up late.”

"give."

Albert had a salty candy in his mouth, tore another one, and handed it to Niya's mouth.

"Thank you."

She opened her mouth to put the candy in her mouth, leaned her head on Albert's shoulder, and muttered, "I didn't expect the wizard to encounter a traffic jam."

"A wizard who can't use magic is no different from ordinary people."

Albert unpacked the owl nuts again, took a Shera that was fed to the cage with closed eyes to rest, and glanced at the two forest green shadows passing by the car window inadvertently.

"what is that?"

Albert opened the window and frowned slightly as he looked at the old dark green car driving on the road unscrupulously like a knight bus.

"What's wrong, is there anything outside?"

Niya's head paused, and she looked at Albert who was staring out the window in confusion.

"There are two Ministry of Magic cars."

"Wizards also use cars?" Daisy said in a weird tone. "I thought wizards all use flying carpets."

"Are you sure? Why didn't I see it just now." Herb looked forward suspiciously.

"The wizard casts magic on the car so that ordinary people can't see it, or else drive around, and I don't know how many people will be frightened." Albert looked at the road ahead and said helplessly: "I have left now."

"Magic is incredible."

Herb drove the car to King's Cross Station. When they first arrived, it was almost eleven o'clock. After bidding farewell to his family in a hurry, Albert pushed his luggage towards King's Cross Station.

He found that there was martial law outside the platform, and employees of the Ministry of Magic were patrolling the surroundings.

Albert ignored them and speeded up his pace to cross the nine and three-quarters platform. The red steam train immediately came into view. He pushed his luggage towards the Hogwarts Express train, and met the red-haired Wei on the road. The Sly family, they are saying goodbye to each other.

Not far away, Percy was talking to Ravenclaw's girl, showing off her student council president's badge, while the Ginny and Weasley twins were watching this scene for fun.

"Old man, you came really late today." Fred and George discovered Albert almost immediately.

"There was a traffic jam in the middle of the road. I waited a long time on the road." Albert turned off the subject and asked, "By the way, you just came here by the Ministry of Magic car?"

"How would you know?"

"I just saw it on the way. The Ministry of Magic really took great pains to protect Harry Potter." Albert had already seen Lee Jordan who stretched out the window and waved at them, and waved to him. , And then pushed the luggage towards that side together.

"Isn't it Black that the wealth opportunity you mentioned last time?"

The twins couldn't help asking about Albert when there was no one around.

"If Blake didn't take the wand, the danger wouldn't be too high. If he was holding the wand, it would not be too dangerous if we just ambush him." Albert's tone was very calm and he didn't take Blake to his heart. "He probably didn't expect that students would be eyeing his reward."

"It's so cool." George pulled the car door and turned to Albert and said, "Dad he is worried that Black will hurt Harry."

"In fact, the entire magical world is very worried about Black." Fred grinned. "There are so few people who treat him like a bag of Galleons to you."

"Do you know where Black is?" Lee Jordan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He should be hiding around Hogwarts. As long as the timing is right, we will have a chance to catch him, so don't worry, he can't escape." Albert smiled and asked, "You will go again this summer. To Africa?"

Lee Jordan reached out and took Albert's suitcase and asked, "How would you know that my uncle took me to Africa for a holiday, and there are so many interesting things."

"Because you have become darker than before." Fred and George laughed terribly.

"Shut up, I just heard your family call you." Lee Jordan said irritably.

"Oh, help us put our luggage." Fred said to George and hurriedly got out of the car to say goodbye to his family.

"The bracelet on your arm is a bit like the African style." Albert looked at the figure of Fred and George leaving, took out his wand from his pocket and lightly waved it, and the luggage automatically floated to the shelf. All right.

"You really have you. Say you brought a cat again, isn't it really fat?" Lee Jordan reached out to touch Tom's head, but Tom turned his head to avoid him.

Albert stretched out his hand and rubbed Tom's cat's head, and said helplessly: "I'm currently trying to lose weight and reduce the amount of dried fish, so Tom has been a little angry recently."

"By the way, this is for you."

Albert took an ordinary stone from Lee Jordan, his eyes fell on the carving marks on the stone, and raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What is this?"

"A token of the dream messenger." Lee Jordan pretended to explain mysteriously: "It is said that students who are allowed to enter the Vagadou School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will learn the news from the principal through the dream messenger. And those dream messengers will sleep in the children. At the time, leave them a token—usually a stone with an inscription. When the child wakes up, he will find that he is holding it in his hand."

"The token refers to this kind of stone, shouldn't I just find a stone and carve it on!" Albert looked at the stone in front of him suspiciously: "Did you buy it at a stall in Africa? When I went to Nicol’s hometown, I saw the wizards over there selling magic stones, one by one."

Albert raised his head and looked into Lee Jordan’s eyes, and said angrily: "You must have been fooled by someone as a fool."

"Ahem, okay, you're right, my uncle told me that this thing was carved in stone." Lee Jordan's face was embarrassed, and he didn't expect it to be seen through by Albert. In desperation, he had to take out another stone and said, "This thing is the token of the dream messenger."

"It makes no difference? You must have been fooled!" Albert knew that Lee Jordan did not lie, but he still doubted it. "A lot of things in those tourist areas are bluffing."

"Yes, Lee Jordan has no sincerity at all. Look at what we bought for you."

After Fred and George opened the car door and walked in, they took out a book from the non-marking stretch bag: "We asked Bill to help buy an alchemy book. They are good at this and this stuff."

George said triumphantly: "Is it more sincere than Lee Jordan?"

The latter couldn't help rolling his eyes and asked, "What about mine?"

"Yours is here." George put a small yellow medicine bottle on the table.

"what is this?"

"Honey's honey," Fred said mysteriously. "They said it was a good thing."

"Honey?"

"Dead man marinated in honey." Albert said irritably. "Some people say this stuff is aphrodisiac, but it's all nonsense."

Lee Jordan vomited at the twins and couldn't help complaining, "Are you sick?"

"Well, this is actually just a bottle of ordinary honey."

"Then you dare to be ashamed to say me just now." Li Qiaodan was a little angry, seemed to want to tear open the twins' mouths and pour the honey in the medicine bottle into Fred and George's mouths.

Fred and George ignored him, their eyes fell on the box Albert took out, and couldn't help asking, "What is this, is it French food?"

"The famous French dessert macarons." Albert pointed to the food in the box and said: "This is the day before yesterday I asked the house elves to help me make it specially."

"Does the house elves?"

"This thing can only be stored for 5-7 days. If you want to eat it, of course you have to make it." Albert said of course. "I also bought a bottle of champagne and waited for us to catch Black before taking it out to celebrate."

"It's really **** mildew for Black to be stared at by you."

Fred and George were tasting macarons and mourning a moment of silence for a fugitive. They didn't think that the guy Albert was looking at could escape unless he was not around Hogwarts.

Tom seemed to be very interested in the food in the box, and moved the big painted face, but fortunately Albert pulled it away in time, otherwise the food in the box would be ruined.