The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"Thank you, bad luck."

Rufus stopped, looked down at the drink spilled on his body, and then looked up at the back that bumped into him and gradually moved away. He was quite annoyed.

Rufus picked up the wand, removed the stains from his body, looked at nearby Hopekirk, and asked with a frown: "What is going on, how did Hetock Dagworth come here, and a big His temper was so hot early on."

"They just had a fight." Hopekirk pointed to the door of the director's office and reminded: "Don't ask more."

"A quarrel?" Rufus really didn't understand what Hopekirk said, and it was rare enough to see Dagworth at the Ministry of Magic. "

"There is a problem with the trace again." Hopekirk hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "This matter seems to be related to Dagworth, which is why he came to the Ministry of Magic early in the morning. However, things seem to be falling apart. , so they broke up unhappily."

"It's not a big deal." Rufus was even more puzzled. When it came to Zongsi, most of them were underage wizards. However, it is rare enough to be able to let Dagworth, the potion master, make a trip in person.

And it's a bit weird that things are actually falling apart.

Hetok Dagworth has a high status in potions, and he is also a member of Wizengamot. How could the Ministry of Magic give some face to such trivial matters, but the matter actually fell apart ?

No matter how you think about it, this makes Rufus feel incredible.

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Hetok Dagworth is in a bad mood right now. In fact, he had known for a long time that the talks between the two sides had collapsed, which is why he would rather spend some money to solve the problem than negotiate with the Ministry of Magic.

Although Hertok paid little attention to the Ministry of Magic, he had heard a little about the current Director. It is said that as long as she drank too much sherry, she would start to make some shockingly cruel opinions to others.

It is impossible to negotiate with such a person.

The other party directly refused to write an apology.

Even if Hetok has made things clear, and said that after taking back the gold membership card, he is willing to pay the other party a sum of money privately to express his gratitude.

However,

Still rejected.

In her words, the Ministry of Magic's traces had no problems at all, and she had never received a letter of explanation from the other party.

So, it just fell apart.

Hetok stood at the door of the house, took a deep breath, and prepared to meet Brod again to see if the other party could give him some damn advice.

Since the loss of the gold membership card, Hetok has been in a bad mood and his temper has become more and more grumpy.

When Hetok went to the cabin in the lake again, he found that he could not find the exact location.

"It's really not going well." Hetok murmured, looking at the lake. He found that he couldn't find Brod, and even the owl couldn't deliver the letter.

"What the hell is going on here? What the hell is Brod doing?"

Hetok looked at the lake angrily. There was no island at all in the lake, let alone a manor, as if all traces had been erased out of thin air.

The other party used deep magic to completely hide the cabin in the lake.

Hetok considers himself a master potions master, but not so much when it comes to spells.

He tried to find the dilapidated pier and boat, but he walked around the lake and found nothing, as if the memories in his mind were false.

Just when the potion master turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly found a house elf silently appearing behind him.

"Please come with me," the house elf stepped forward, bowed slightly towards Hetok, and then stretched out his palm. The latter already understood what the other party meant, and the moment he stretched out his hand, he was led by the house elf. Apparated.

When Hetok came back to his senses, he found himself standing in front of a house, and the person he was looking for was sitting at the table in the yard and greeted him with a smile.

"What the hell are you doing!" Hertok was in a bad mood, he quickly stepped forward and sat in the armchair opposite Broad, poured himself a cup of black tea, and drank it all in one go.

"Failed?" Although Bud Brod was asking, his tone was certain that the other party had failed.

"That guy doesn't want to, damn it, I explained it to him and her well." Hetok poured himself another glass, drank it all in one breath, and tried to suppress the anger in his heart. He also knew his current tone. very bad.

"I didn't mean this, I mean you went to Albert?"

"Well, that little guy is a little smart." Hetock said about Albert, and couldn't help frowning, staring at Brod with a reproachful look, "He seems to have known that I would go to him for a gold membership card, The gold membership card is hidden."

"Little clever?" Brod ignored Hertok's gaze, and did not agree with the other party's evaluation.

"Isn't it?" Hetok pouted.

"I reminded you long ago, don't use those little tricks that can't get on the stage." Brod looked at Hetock and reminded again: "Don't expect to see each other next time, he will give you a good look. "

"Otherwise, you say, what else can I do?" Hetok drank another cup and put the teacup heavily on the table, "I just went to talk to that old woman, and she refused directly, it should be said directly denied it."

"In the middle, do you think it's easy for me?" Hetok couldn't help complaining, "I just want to get my membership card back."

"What did he say he would do with the gold card?"

"Who, that boy?" Hertok frowned deeply, recalled for a while, and said, "It seems that he said he would fuse the gold membership card and sell it in the Muggle world."

"It's almost the same as what I expected." Brod nodded and reminded: "Don't try to make him give in, you won't succeed, and you will be unlucky because of it."

"I'm curious, why do you value that boy so much, talent, talent, or other reasons?" Hetock looked at Brod in confusion and asked inexplicably.

"This matter has nothing to do with you." Brod didn't want to talk about it.

"I'm curious," Huttock asked.

"Probably my vision is better than yours." Brod said a cold joke, "So, I'm optimistic about him."

Hetok was silent, he naturally didn't believe this kind of nonsense.

"If you want to get your golden membership card back, I'm afraid you can only start with the Ministry of Magic." Brod reminded, "Please don't ignore my reminder, otherwise you will definitely be unlucky."

Ever since Brod discovered that Albert dared to break into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night, and that he could knock down a large group of spiders and save Fred and George in the midst of the eight-eyed giant spider swarm, he knew that Albert was still alive. Burt was not as simple as he thought.

It is said that the wand matches the owner's character, and Albert's wand is made of redwood, which means that Albert may already have the ability to save danger.

That is to say, Albert is not like Gryffindor's students who just broke into the Forbidden Forest because of recklessness, but he has already prepared the means to retreat, even if Brod does not appear, he has own way.

You know, Albert is only twelve years old!

Since that incident, Brod's evaluation of Albert has been very high.

If Hetok really hit him head on, it is estimated that he would hit an iron plate directly, making his head bloody.

However, Hertok is in a very bad mood right now, and he is not in the mood to listen to these things at all. After he calmed down, he decided to write a letter to Dumbledore and ask the headmaster of Hogwarts to help, at least not to make the second meeting between the two parties worse.

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