The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In November, the weather became very cold, and the mountains around Hogwarts Castle were covered with snow.

In the morning, a layer of frost appeared on the windows. Albert covered a yawn, rolled over and tucked into the bed, reluctant to get up. Suddenly, there was a burst of desperate screams and curses from the dormitory, "Damn, why isn't it raining today?"

"George, shut up." Lee Jordan pulled the sheet to cover his head, and couldn't help complaining, "Don't yell, it's so noisy in the early morning."

"It's so cold, close the window." Albert, who was huddled in the bed, couldn't help muttering.

"Going into the woods today?" Fred asked, sticking his head out of the bed and looking at the closed window, "Can we find the bouncing toadstool in this weather?"

"It's hard to say." Albert suggested, "We should go to Hogsmeade. Remember the Pig's Head Bar I once said? It is said that it is the trading floor of the black market. Today, Hogwarts students went to Hogwarts again. In Maud's day, even if someone accidentally broke in, it wouldn't be too abrupt."

Albert looked mature enough to pretend he was a third grader. Anyone who didn't know him would never know that he was a second-year student.

"Black market? I haven't been to the black market yet. What kind of place is that?" Lee Jordan immediately agreed with Albert's proposal. Although he couldn't go to the Forbidden Forest to find the bouncing toadstools, he could go to the black market in Hogsmeade. Going around is not bad.

"I don't know, but it's best not to expect too much," Albert explained. "I heard this from Hagrid."

"Go to Hogsmeade!"

After a few simple discussions, the decision to go to Hogsmeade was finalized.

During breakfast time, everyone was talking about Hogsmeade, and they all seemed very excited. However, there were a few junior students who were eagerly listening to other senior students talking about the only wizarding village in the UK and Hogsmeade. Interesting and new stuff.

After breakfast, the four of them played two more rounds of wizard cards. After a little digestion, they went to Hogsmeade through the secret passage. This journey was very time-consuming. When the four came out of the secret passage, they were all frozen. Trembling.

"Go to the Three Broomsticks and warm up with a hot butterbeer first." Albert's suggestion was unanimously approved by several people.

Ms. Rosmerta looked at the four young customers in surprise, turned her head to look at the mechanical clock next to her, and asked in surprise, "You guys actually arrived before the other students?"

Albert put his hand on the glass full of butterbeer to warm his hands, smiled at the bar owner and said, "This is our secret!"

"Oh, well, secret!" Ms. Rosemerta muttered to herself. "I think I should go get ready. It's going to get busy here soon."

"When did you say the first students would arrive?" Fred sat by the fireplace and made a fire.

"Anyway, it's not too early for us." Lee Jordan took a sip of butter beer and narrowed his eyes comfortably. "If only I could bring some back and drink it slowly."

"That's a good idea." Albert asked Ms. Rosemerta sideways, "I want to buy a small barrel of butterbeer."

"That won't do," Ms. Rosemerta flatly refused. "I don't want the head of Hogwarts to write to me complaining that a student was drunk at school."

"This thing can still get drunk?" Albert couldn't help muttering.

"It's a shame."

"I know where to get a lot of butterbeer," Albert said mysteriously after the bar owner left the counter.

"Pig's Head Bar?" Fred immediately guessed what Albert meant.

Albert nodded, indicating that Fred guessed right.

After drinking the butter beer, and after the body was warm, several people got up and left the three brooms and began to look for the location of the pig's head bar in Hogsmeade. It should be a relatively remote bar or hotel, and it should also be on the edge of the trail. It should not look very good, and the sign hanging on it should be a pig's head.

Hogsmeade is actually a small village. There are not many wizards in itself. A few people have already found the location of the pig's head bar before the students of Hogwarts arrive.

"That's it?" George said to several of his companions, pointing to the tattered wooden signboard with the pig's head painted on the front. In fact, they didn't spend much time, just strolled around Hogsmeade Village, then turned from the post office on Central Avenue into a side road, and found the pig's head bar in the transmission.

Albert pretended that he was just passing by, glanced inside, and walked in inadvertently. The bar was small, dark, and very dirty, and the air had a strong smell of sheep mutton, similar to the black market he guessed.

The most important thing is that there are no customers here, which is also the reason why Albert brought Fred in.

"Dirty," George couldn't help muttering.

"This is the black market?" Lee Jordan had a hopeless expression on his face, and after being glared by Albert, he obediently shut his mouth.

As soon as they entered the Pig's Head Bar, Fred and the others began to look around at the bar's environment. It was two different worlds from the Three Broomsticks.

The windows were thick with grime, the light from outside barely penetrated the bar, and the rough wooden tables lined the sides were lit with candle heads.

"It's really boring here." Albert suppressed the irritability in his heart. He couldn't help it. Centuries of dirt had accumulated under his feet. At first glance, he thought the ground was compacted mud. This makes Albert directly think of the dung road of the Middle Ages in Europe, which is really disgusting.

"What do you want?" the bar owner lurched sideways through a back door and greeted them, muttering.

"Is this a bar?" Albert asked uncertainly, looking at the tall and thin little old man in front of him.

"Yeah." The gray-haired and white-bearded old man responded casually.

"Can we buy a small barrel of Butterbeer from here?" Albert asked again. They had just had Butterbeer, but they didn't plan to drink it here. Moreover, the hygienic conditions of the Pig's Head Bar were better than expected. Worse.

"A Galleon." The man bent down and took out a dusty, filthy oak cask from under the counter and placed it heavily on the bar.

"Here." Albert took out Galleon from his pocket and placed it on the rough counter.

"It's heavy." George reached for the barrel, only to find that the small barrel was a little heavy.

The barkeeper put the money Albert gave him into an old wooden cash drawer, and the wooden drawer slid open and swallowed the money.

He took out a dirty rag and started wiping the wine glass, looking at the four of them with interest, as if to see what they would do with the heavy little wine barrel.

"Get out of the way." Albert reached out and pushed George away, took his wand from his pocket, waved at the keg of beer, and chanted it to greatly shrink it. Then, in front of everyone's eyes, he picked up a small beer keg and put it into the pocket on his robe.

"Why didn't I think of it." George reached out and patted the back of his head, and couldn't help muttering.

"Let's go." Albert greeted everyone to leave the Pig's Head Bar, and he didn't want to stay here longer.

"Do you feel that this bar owner is a little familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere." Lee Jordan said suddenly.

"I also feel like I've seen it somewhere." Fred and George also echoed.

Albert glanced at the bar owner and muttered: "It's probably a relative of Professor Dumbledore."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear.

"A relative of Principal Dumbledore?" Fred and the others were very surprised, and turned to look at the bar owner. Dumbledore was no different from a great man in the hearts of most students.

"Why are you here?" A familiar and surprised voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"Good morning Hagrid." Albert turned around and greeted Hagrid with a smile.

"You shouldn't be here." Hagrid looked at Albert and said with a frown, "Also, I remember you seem to be..."

"By the way, Hagrid, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar is a relative of Principal Dumbledore, right!" Albert interrupted what Hagrid wanted to say.

"What?" Hagrid was also taken aback, probably not expecting Albert to ask such a question, "Why would you ask this?"

"Eyes Hagrid," Albert reminded, "their eyes are very similar."

"Oh, um, it seems like a relative," Hagrid said vaguely, seeming reluctant to bring these things up.

"Why are you here?" George continued interrupting.

"I..." Hagrid didn't want to answer.

"Are you going to feed Lu Wei?"

"What is Lou Wei?" Fred asked curiously.

"Hagrid's new puppy," Albert explained casually.

"Oh, Hagrid, you brought it back to life?" Aberforth looked at Hagrid in surprise, of course he knew that Hagrid bought a sick three-headed dog from a Greek, but he was even more surprised that Hagrid The relationship with the four children in front of him seems to be very good.

"Well, Lou Wei is very healthy now, but it has been raining a while ago, and he doesn't like rain very much." Hagrid muttered vaguely.

"Can we go see your new puppy?" Fred noticed Albert's gestured look and continued the conversation.

"Okay, you guys, why are you here?" Hagrid asked loudly.

"Today is the day when Hogwarts students go to Hogsmeade." Albert said solemnly.

"Of course I know that today is the day Hogwarts students go to Hogsmeade, but it's about third-year students and above. I remember you are only second-year." Hagrid couldn't help complaining, "Felch That old rice bucket actually let you sneak out."

"Don't be angry with Hagrid, we are just going out for a walk. Hogsmeade is now full of Hogwarts students. It is very safe here." Albert comforted.

"But you broke the school rules," Hagrid warned, poking Albert's chest with his fingers.

"The rules are meant to be violated. You said it was Hagrid." Albert said carelessly, "Also, it's not a serious matter."

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, and Fred and the others next to him couldn't close their mouths in astonishment. They didn't expect that someone could take the violation of the school rules for granted.

"I can't tell you," said Hagrid, pretending to be annoyed. "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Let's see what the black market in the wizarding world is like. To be honest, a little disappointed." Albert made no secret of the disappointment on his face, of course, it was pretending to be seen by Hagrid.

"What are you going to buy on the black market?" Hagrid asked warily.

"Rune egg." Albert said without hesitation.

"You want to raise snakes?" Hagrid was very surprised and looked up and down Albert again.

"I'm not a Slytherin student, so how could I be interested in snakes." Albert shook his head and explained, "I heard that eating rune eggs can make people smarter, so I'm going to buy a few to try. Taste and see if you can make yourself smarter."

At this moment, not only Hagrid, but also Aberforth opened his mouth in surprise.

"You want to eat rune eggs?" Hagrid's face twitched slightly, and he couldn't help saying, "I think you're smart enough."

"But no one would mind being smarter." Albert turned to look at Fred and asked, "Do you want to be smarter?"

"Of course."

"Look." Albert spread his hands towards Hagrid, then looked at the bar owner and asked, "This is..."

"Albusford Dumbledore," said the barkeeper.

"Mr. Albusford, how much does a rune egg cost?" Albert asked politely.

"The trade in snake eggs has continued to flourish on the black market for centuries." Albusford said after hesitating, "It's a little difficult to get one, it probably takes between five Galleons to ten Galleons."

"It would be great if you could get me one or two." Albert smiled and offered his price, "Ten Galleons each. Of course, don't fool me with fakes, I still have basic common sense."

Albusford raised his eyebrows, looked at Albert deeply, and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Albert..." Hagrid couldn't help but say, "When dealing with guys in the black market, you need to raise your spirits."

"Of course I know." Albert said, "However, isn't this Dumbledore's relative? I think he should be trustworthy to a certain extent, and everyone takes what they need."

"For a gold coin, I can introduce you to a fairly reliable guy, if you need anything." Albusford suddenly raised his finger and said to Albert.

"Albusford." Hagrid glared at the owner of the Hog's Head bar in dissatisfaction.

Albert took out a gold coin and tossed it to Albusford.

"His name is Mundungus." Albusford looked at Albert in surprise, and the other side simply surprised him.

"That smelly thief Mundungus?" Hagrid obviously didn't like the guy named Mundungus very much.

"His full name is Mundungus Fletcher," said Albusford, who had already waved his wand and released a white light.

"What is that?" Fred and the others looked at the disappearing white light and couldn't help asking.

"It should be the patron saint." Albert explained.

"You know?" Albusford was surprised that Albert knew about the Patronus, which was a very profound magic.

"Yes, I'm practicing. However, what are you doing with the Patronus?" Albert asked pretending to be curious, he naturally knew that the Patronus could be used to communicate.

"Subpoena, Mundungus will be here soon," explained Albusford.

"I haven't heard that the Patronus can also be used for communication? The way you invented it?" Albert asked curiously.

"No." Albusford shook his head.

"That must be Headmaster Dumbledore, as expected of Headmaster." Albert muttered to himself, while secretly observing the changes in Albusford's expression.

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