The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Although Albert told the three of them the cruelty of the truth, he still failed to dispel the idea of ​​Fred and the others wanting to make a fortune.

In the next few days, the three of them began to frequent the forbidden forest, trying to dig snow mushrooms, hoping to make a fortune.

However, the reality is undoubtedly cruel.

The three of them worked hard for several days, but they found nothing, and they annoyed Hagrid because they frequently entered the woods.

The hunting ground manager complained to Albert a lot about this, and began to act, preparing to drive the twin brothers out of the woods.

In March, the weather warms up quickly. The snow in the forest began to melt, and the snow fungus was only found in the snow and disappeared with the snow. After a busy few days, the Weasley brothers sat listlessly in the library with nothing to gain.

They haven't had a good time recently, because they were caught by Hagrid in the woods, and they were caught by Professor McGonagall.

The result can be imagined - closed confinement.

This made Filch so happy, and the old face showed a rare terrifying smile, which terrified the three of them.

Filch has been tossing them a lot in recent days.

"Don't be depressed, life is still beautiful." Albert patted Fred's shoulder comfortably, and suggested: "Saturday, let's go fishing at the lake."

"Forget it, let's not go, we don't want to be taught by Hagrid again." Fred was still complaining that Hagrid handed them over to Professor McGonagall.

"Okay!" Albert didn't say any more.

"What are you doing?" Angelina put down her quill, raised her head and asked curiously, "I remember that your transfiguration homework was already done."

"Writing a paper for "Transfiguration Today", Professor McGonagall asked him to write it at the last Transfiguration Club." Albert explained casually, but he didn't realize how amazing the words were.

"You said it was written for a magazine?"

"Preparing to publish a paper in "Transfiguration Today"?" Not only Angelina, but others were shocked when they heard the words.

"Not yet? The manuscript will be sent to Professor McGonagall first, and she will delete the appropriate ones and help to revise them before sending them to Transfiguration today." Albert's paper is: How to apply Transfiguration to field of battle.

This is the area where Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall excel, and he's just combining what he's seen before with Transfiguration.

In fact, Albert does not think that his paper can be published on Transfiguration Today, but it is not without merit to write this paper. After Professor McGonagall has read it, she will revise it carefully and write her paper at the end. Views and comments to help Transfiguration Club students go further.

Every time I write this thing, after I finish it and read it, Albert's deformation theory will be greatly improved, which is one of the reasons why Albert will pay attention to this matter.

"I suddenly felt that Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club was very high." Shanna admired Albert being invited to the Transfiguration Club. "I don't know if Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club still accepts people."

"Forget it." Arya poured cold water on Shanna, "Impossible, unless you are particularly outstanding in this regard, it is impossible to be invited in."

"I just thought that the Transfiguration that Professor McGonagall teaches is very difficult. I don't have the time to learn more difficult Transfiguration, and I don't want to write papers about how many brain cells will die." Shanna muttered softly.

Indeed, if a lot of brain cells die.

Albert always had the feeling that his knowledge was not enough. What he spent a few days writing could not satisfy him after all. Albert still decided to hand over the paper to Professor McGonagall. As for whether it could be published in a journal, he really didn't care much.

Albert himself is also very clear that his current knowledge of transfiguration is enough to cope with the transfiguration classes in the past few years.

Unless there are related tasks, he has no plans to invest more experience in it for the time being.

In some ways, making ends meet is not a good idea.

In fact, Albert has also tried to inspire this task, but has never been successful.

"Finished?" Arya sighed with emotion, "Your speed is still as amazing as ever."

"It took me days to write it."

"Would you mind lending me a look?" Arya changed the subject.

Albert did not refuse, and handed the parchment across the table, just as he thought, Arya returned the parchment after not looking at it for a long time.

No doubt she didn't understand.

It is too difficult for students to explore and study magic in depth. What they mainly learn and master is the most basic things.

Whether or not to dig further, that's an individual act.

By the time Hogwarts students graduate, how many students will be able to practice spells to level 2 on the skill panel?

"You look tired," Shanna whispered.

"This paper is just like that. It took a lot of effort. I can only say that I haven't reached that level." Albert began to pack up his books, preparing to go to the kitchen to have a cup of afternoon tea to relax.

Even better if you can eat some cake.

"If it's not that level, then we're that level?" Lee Jordan muttered.

Albert ignored him and asked himself, "Is anyone going to the kitchen?"

"Me!" Fred also stood up, ready to go with Albert.

"Come on, you haven't finished your homework yet." George cruelly interrupted Fred's beautiful wish, "Let's go now, I don't know how long it will take to write later, while everyone is here, get your homework done. Finish writing."

Fred sat down again, with his head down, and resumed his homework.

"see you later."

Leaving the library, walking through the corridor, and walking up the stairs to the first floor, Filch, who was mopping the floor, stared at him for a long time as he passed the entrance hall.

Albert didn't care at all and went directly to the kitchen below the auditorium.

Albert is a frequent visitor to the kitchen, and the house-elves welcome him warmly and serve him with milk tea and pies.

"Thank you." Albert said with a smile. The house-elves were always terrified by his thanks, but he knew these little fellows liked to hear it.

"You are preparing dinner?" Albert asked curiously.

"Yes sir." The house-elf nodded.

"Would you mind having a chat with me?" Albert took a bite of the pie, drank the milk tea, heaved a sigh of relief, raised his head and asked, "I'm interested in everything here? Including you hardworking people. little guy."

"It's my pleasure."

"Sit down," Albert asked. "What's your name?"

"Kara," said the house-elf.

"It's okay, I don't mind." Albert pointed to the chair and said gently.

The house-elf was reluctant to sit down no matter what. Seeing this, Albert did not intend to force the other party, but just asked curiously: "Your magic is very special, I can see that it is not the same as the magic we use."

"Yes sir, we use different magic." The house-elf hesitated, and seemed reluctant to discuss the subject.

"Can you use our magic?" Albert saw the house elf shaking his head, but he refused to speak, so he changed the subject and said, "Okay, let's change the subject, can you make scrambled eggs with garlic? ?"

"Garlic scrambled eggs?" Carla repeated, a little bewildered.

"Garlic scrambled eggs is..." Albert began to tell the house elves how to make garlic scrambled eggs, trying to confuse the cooking skills of these house elves.