The Alchemist of Harry Potter

If there's anything that's most depressing, it's a near miss.

Sometimes, however, it's a lot less.

In the end, Ravenclaw College failed to pick up the slack, and it still ranked second in the College Cup by five points until the end of the year banquet. It must be false to say that Ravenclaw students are not depressed.

That night, Albert and his roommates went to the auditorium for the year-end banquet.

The auditorium has been meticulously decorated in red and gold representing Gryffindor, and on the wall behind the guest seat is a huge banner depicting the lion of Gryffindor.

The Gryffindor students were speaking loudly, filled with joy and confidence in winning the House Cup.

Compared to Gryffindor, the students of their next-door neighbor, Slytherin, were not at all happy. No wonder they couldn't be happy. Slytherin Academy won the Academy Cup for four consecutive years, but... it was broken like this, and they still lost to their most hated Gryffindor. It's no wonder that they are in a good mood.

The Ravenclaw students are estimated to be the most complicated and depressed. They are only a few points away from the championship. No one missed the Ravenclaw and regretted it, but they were also happy to see Slytherin. 's fiasco.

As for the Hufflepuff students, they haven't won the Academy Cup for a long time, and they don't care too much about it. Anyway, seeing Slytherin, who doesn't like fair play, loses so much, it's something to celebrate.

Soon after, Dumbledore arrived in a hurry. He stood on the podium and raised his hand to signal everyone to keep quiet. The noise in the auditorium gradually subsided.

"It's been another year!" said Dumbledore gleefully, "you won't like to listen to my old man's nonsense until you enjoy the delicious food. However, we still need to carry out the award ceremony of the Academy Cup. The scores were as follows: 4th, Slytherin, 250 points; 3rd, Hufflepuff, 395 points; 2nd, Ravenclaw, 439 points, 1st One, Gryffindor, four hundred and forty-four points."

At this moment, a thunderous cheer erupted from the Gryffindor table, the sound was deafening, and some students shouted hoarse with excitement.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan followed the crowd to their feet, cheering and applauding. Albert was also clapping hard, pretending to be excited. His mind couldn't help muttering, "What an unlucky score."

Cheering, Lee Jordan nudged Albert with his elbow and raised his finger to his next-door neighbor.

The Slytherin students all had ugly expressions on their faces, like they had just been punched in the nose.

In the auditorium, everyone except the Slytherin students applauded, whether it was celebrating the victory of Gryffindor or the fiasco of Slytherin.

Professor McGonagall in the guest chair also stood up and shook hands with Professor Snape, with a happy smile on his face.

The delicacies of the dinner were plentiful, and during the meal, Fred and George invited Albert to play at their house during the summer vacation.

Unfortunately, this invitation was declined by Albert, because their family already had their own summer vacation plans. Herb wrote to Albert a while ago that the whole family was going to France for summer vacation.

Fred and George regretted this, and they always wanted to thank Albert for saving them, and the Weasleys apparently felt the same way.

At the dinner, everyone was full, except for Fred and George.

After all, it's easy to get sleepy when you eat and drink enough. If they miss tonight's revenge action, then they will never have a chance to retaliate against Filch this semester, which is obviously not what the Weasley brothers want to see.

It was hard to endure until Gryffindor won the Academy Cup, and finally I no longer need to worry about anything, how can I give up?

After twelve o'clock, Fred and George started to act. With the help of Albert's Illusionary Charm, they first made some noise in the castle and attracted Filch, who was about to rest, to the armored corridor on the fourth floor of the castle.

Then, George took the opportunity to sneak into Filch's office and smeared the bottle of garlic-flavored beeswax in the corner of Filch's office. Not to mention, the smell is really bad, more amazing than the effect of big dung. .

After all, you can still see the source of the smell, but once the beeswax is smeared in the corner, you can't even find it, let alone remove the source of the smell. In just a moment, the entire office plus Filch's bedroom There was a pungent garlic smell.

After Fred found George returning to the Gryffindor common room through the Marauder's map, he evacuated immediately, leaving Filch, who was still on the fourth floor struggling to find their whereabouts.

Filch was worth the annoyed return to the dorm to rest when he knew he was being tricked.

When Filch opened the wooden door of the office, he was immediately shivered by the strong garlic smell, and he rushed into his office angrily, trying to find the source of the smell.

For a moment, Filch's angry roar echoed in the administrator's office, and as for his Mrs. Norris, he avoided the garlic-smelling administrator's office.

"You said, is this going to get a little bigger!" George turned his head to Fred while listening to Filch's roar.

"If I were you, I would first remove the garlic smell from my body, so as not to be suspected on your heads." Albert appeared in the lounge quietly, reminding the two who were discussing.

"Oh, you're right!" George also smelled the garlic on his hands, and hurried to wash his hands.

The next morning, the news of Filch's revenge spread around the castle, and everyone speculated as to which gangster had left Filch's office smelling of garlic.

However, no one sympathized with the administrator, more schadenfreude.

Albert and his party also pretended they didn't know about it. In fact, they focused more on their final exam scores.

Hogwarts will release students' final exam results on the last day.

"Look, you really are the first place in this class." Fred stabbed Albert with his elbow and said with a smile.

"Your grades are also very good."

Fred, George and Lee Jordan all passed the exam with high marks.

"I guessed that you would be number one." Shanna smiled and came over to talk to Albert, "However, I think Katrina must be pissed off."

Albert smiled and shrugged his shoulders, saying that he couldn't help it.

He himself has no feeling about winning the first place. This year's students are just that kind of people. The first place seems to have nothing to be proud of. His goal is to complete the panel tasks. Fortunately, "in the name of genius" and "all aspects" The task of crushing" has been completed.

Although Katrina said that she wanted to have better grades than herself, and was finally rejected by Albert, the competition seemed to be effective, at least in the panel's judgment.

Katrina won the second place this year, and she was also all excellent, but in terms of points, she was still a little behind Albert.

At this moment, Katrina, who was also standing in the crowd checking her grades, was staring at Albert with extremely annoyed eyes.

She was angry, angry at herself, at the fact that she lost to the guy who didn't study well for the final exam.

While everyone was still enthusiastically discussing the test results, Professor McGonagall appeared with a pile of notices.

She asked freshmen to sign a pledge that they would abide by the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards" outside of school.

After signing, they also sent a notice to everyone, and warned everyone not to use magic during the holiday.

"I wish they forgot to send us this." Fred Weasley waved the notice regretfully in his hand, not being able to use magic during the holidays was an ordeal.

"You don't have to worry at all. In a wizard's family, the Ministry of Magic can't figure out who is using magic, so even if you use magic at home, you will not be warned by the Ministry of Magic." Albert explained with a curl of his lips. . "As long as you use magic in a place where there are many wizards like Diagon Alley, the Ministry of Magic cannot determine whether you are using magic, because the trace can only locate and monitor whether someone is using magic within a certain range around you."

"You know very well?" Shanna was a little surprised that Albert knew these things.

"Of course he knows." Lee Jordan couldn't help laughing, "After all, someone has been tricked by him."

"Someone?"

"Truman of Hufflepuff," Fred reminded kindly. "So, as long as we stay at home, we can use magic without any qualms?"

"Yes, as long as you are at home, students born of pure-blood wizards can only rely on their families to consciously supervise." Albert said disdainfully, feeling slightly dissatisfied that he could not use magic during the summer vacation.

"As you say, the Ministry of Magic relies on Trace Wire to determine whether we use magic, but when did they..." Shanna asked suspiciously, "Did they secretly use Trace Wire for us?"

"Use secretly?" Albert's expression was a little weird, "No."

"there is nothing?"

"Didn't you just sign it? Magic contract." Albert reminded.

"You mean...that promise?" Not only Shanna, but everyone else understood what was going on.

"According to the information I got from Professor Broad, the letter of commitment we just signed belongs to the magic contract, which is the so-called trace wire. Of course, there are loopholes in that thing."

"Why didn't you say it earlier, and you wouldn't sign if you knew it earlier." Lee Jordan was full of depression.

"Not to sign?" Albert repeated softly, "Can you not sign?"

"What if the date is ruined?" Fred asked curiously.

"The Ministry of Magic will know right away and send an owl to warn you."

"What happened to the loophole?" George was more curious about this.

"It can't figure out who actually used magic." Albert gave a simple example, "If you live in a community full of Muggles, when someone around you is using magic, then the Ministry of Magic monitors , will think you are using magic.

"That's how Truman was tricked by you back then?" Fred asked curiously.

"Yeah, that's the loophole I'm talking about. The Ministry of Magic can monitor your location with traces, and when you're in Diagon Alley, or at home, and someone around you is using magic, the Ministry can't tell who is using it. Magic, because the wizards in Diagon Alley and your family are likely to use magic."

"Great, so we don't have to worry about using magic to be discovered by the Ministry of Magic." Fred and George high-five.

"But you need to worry about being known by your family," said Lee Jordan sullenly.

Everyone returned to the dormitory to pack up, but found that their wardrobe was empty, and everything was packed into the suitcase.

"It should have been the house-elves who helped clean up," Fred explained to everyone.

"I guessed it." Albert nodded, "Let's go, don't miss the train."

When everyone dragged their luggage to the foyer, Filch suddenly jumped out of the hidden corridor, stared at Albert and the others with red eyes, and said hoarsely, "You did it, right!"

The four of them looked at each other, all pretending to be "I don't know what you're talking about".

"Don't think I don't know, it's definitely yours, that garlicky smell in my office."

"We don't understand what you're talking about!" the twins said in unison.

"We slept very early last night." Li Jordan coughed and defended. As for the Weasley Brothers in our bag, I don't know.

Albert spread his hands helplessly, saying that he didn't know anything about it.

"You grow garlic!" Filch's eyes flashed with anger.

"You said that!" Fred said with a smile like this, "Last time, Albert made garlic scrambled eggs, and it tasted good."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the house-elves." George added, "That dish was made by house-elves."

The four of them passed by Filch, who was stunned, trying not to let themselves laugh out loud, and boarded the carriage for the Hogwarts Express.

Along the way, several people were talking about Filch, predicting whether the other party would trouble them in the next semester, and how they should deal with it.

In fact, the only people who have such troubles are Fred and George.

As the train passed the Muggle town, they were eating Bibi Da flavored beans from Lee Jordan to see who had the worst luck.

They took off their wizarding robes before the train stopped at platform 9 and 3/4 of King's Cross and put on the jackets and blouses that Muggles often wear.

The ticket gate was guarded by an old guard who only allowed two or three people to pass at a time, and it took Albert a long time to get out of the platform in line.

"This way, Albert, here we are!"

As soon as he walked out of the platform, Albert saw Nia waving at him.

"Nia has become a lady." Albert praised his sister with a smile.

"I've always been a lady." Nia complained dissatisfiedly.

"Where's Tom?" Albert asked.

"It's temporarily supported by your grandpa Luke." Herb reached out to take Albert's luggage and explained casually: "You know, we're going to France for a summer vacation, and we don't have time to take care of it. Your owl is also temporarily fostered. Where is Grandpa Luke."

"Oh my God, I have to write to Grandma Sansa to tell her not to feed Tom too much food." Albert couldn't help but put his hand on his cheek, he seemed to foresee himself seeing Tom again By the time it was fed, it was already a fat cat.

"There's nothing wrong with a cat being fat," Daisy comforted. "I think it's cute"