The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In the Quidditch match at the end of November, the Hufflepuff team suffered a heavy defeat in the wind and snow, and now Gryffindor and Ravenclaw have become rivals for the Academy Cup.

In order to win the victory, Captain Charlie has been strengthening the intensity of Quidditch training, which makes the regular players miserable. Fred, who is the team's substitute, can always find a good excuse to escape the hardships in the wind and snow. training.

"Charlie must be crazy!" Fred muttered, looking out the window at the wind and snow.

"He's just too eager to win the Quidditch trophy." Albert can understand Charlie's efforts. After all, that's the responsibility of the Quidditch captain. If even the captain himself relaxes, the Gryffindor team will probably forever. No chance to lift the trophy.

"Are you going home for Christmas vacation?" Li Jordan asked just after reading the letter from home.

"Go back for a vacation." Fred and George looked at each other and said without hesitation.

"I will also go home for the festival." Albert looked at the potted plants by the window and asked, "We have all gone back, what to do with the things in the pots?"

"It shouldn't matter if you leave it here and don't water it for a month, right?" George looked at the lush pot of garlic by the window, but there was not much confidence in his tone.

"Actually, you can make it when you go back, I mean... during the Christmas holidays." Albert tentatively talked about this.

In fact, Albert is very clear that several people have no enthusiasm for making garlic crosses.

No way, the patience of children is always very limited, and Albert even wondered if they had left this matter behind.

"Oh, that's it!" Fred and George looked at each other, and it seemed... as if they were no longer as enthusiastic about making so-called amulets.

Several people were even a little confused, not knowing why they were so enthusiastic about making this kind of thing in the first place.

"Well, let's give it a try. But we're not quite sure how to make a...garlic cross. Do you really want to dip the cross in smashed garlic?" Fred asked tentatively, not sure he was wasting such a waste. Will garlic be beaten by his mother with a broom.

"You can mash the garlic, soak it in alcohol, and then soak the cross in it." Albert has not practiced it either, and the suggestions he can give the two are very limited.

"That's a pretty good idea.

But..." Fred gasped, as if he had forgotten what to say.

"However, we're not sure if we can get alcohol." George continued. It's hard for them to get ordinary beer, let alone alcohol. It's very difficult to get it.

"What are you going to do with that pot of Bai Xian?" Li Jordan quickly changed the subject, his actual situation was not much better than that of the twins.

"Stay here, if you die, there's nothing you can do!" The other plant by the window is a white fresh branch that Albert got from Hagrid. The branches are buried in the soil bag, and if you take care of them carefully, it is not too difficult to re-cultivate new Baixian.

However, Bai Xian is easily affected by the weather. If it is not transplanted in the greenhouse in winter, or find a warmer place, it will easily wither.

In fact, Albert didn't have much self-confidence to be able to feed this pot of white fresh food in winter.

...

In December, the weather is getting colder.

While the Gryffindor common room was roaring with fires, the windy corridors were made even colder by the wind and snow. The glass of the windows was rattled by the freezing wind and snow, and everyone had to wrap themselves more tightly in clothes.

Christmas is approaching, and everyone is looking forward to the holiday.

However, professors subconsciously leave students with a pile of homework.

"This also makes it difficult for people to have a good Christmas!" Looking at the homework that rose sharply on the parchment, Lee Jordan once again threw the quill in his hand on the table.

"Come on, you have to do it anyway, or come back after the holidays and let the professors take turns to lock you up." Albert put away the parchment and had to admit that there was indeed a lot of homework during the Christmas holidays, even he Not all can be done in a short period of time.

"Don't mention it, you're a devil." Lee Jordan leaned back in the armchair.

Today, students from Year 3 and up are in Hogsmeade Village, otherwise they would not have the opportunity to comfortably use the common room.

"Albert!" George's words were slightly trembling. He pointed to the front page news of the Daily Prophet and urged: "Look at this, look at this!"

"What's the matter?" Fred asked feebly. "What's the big news from the Daily Prophet?"

"Milison Bagno has decided to retire in February, and his successor has been determined to be Cornelius Fudge." George's breathing became very short.

"Connelly Fudge?" Fred repeated, his thoughts paused for a moment, and his voice suddenly increased eight points. "You mean...Connelly Fudge?"

"What's the matter, is there something wrong with Cornelius Fudge?" Lee Jordan looked at his twin brother suspiciously, and suddenly came back to his senses, "Wait, Cornelly Fudge seems to be..."

The three of them turned their heads in unison and looked at Albert with strange eyes. When they saw this report, they suddenly remembered something, they met Albert on the Hogwarts Express... …

"I remember..." George slurred

"...You seem to have spent 25 Galleons..." Fred continued the unfinished words.

"Connell Fudge will be the next Minister of Magic!" Lee Jordan's eyes gradually widened.

At this moment, the three of them opened their mouths together and looked at Albert in shock.

"I remember that this happened." Albert nodded and said, "At the beginning, I asked you if you would like to participate in the quiz together."

"My heart...it hurts." Fred stretched out his hand to cover his chest, and his breathing became rapid. If I watched Kanon slip away from my hands, it would have been a terrible feeling, and it would have been heart-wrenching...

"What are the odds of Cornelius Fudge?" Lee Jordan asked suddenly.

"I remember like 4 times."

"25 Galleons is... 100 Galleons!" Lee Jordan's breathing became heavier and heavier, like a panting old cow.

"100 Galleons." The twins murmured with dull eyes.

100 Galleons, such a large sum of money, for several people, they have never even thought about it.

"As I said, my luck is usually not too bad." Albert winked at the three and said, "However, has the Daily Prophet mentioned when the money will be paid?"

"This... it shouldn't be too late, I think when Cornelius Fudge announces to be the next Minister of Magic, the quiz will end, and they should count the numbers soon and award the winners. ."

Albert nodded and said, there is no need to worry about running out of money recently.

To be honest, he doesn't really like asking his family for money to buy things, and it's not a good feeling to ask someone for money.

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