The Alchemist of Harry Potter

At night, in the Smith Manor shrouded in snow, the windows of the study were still lit. Gerber Smith was sitting at his desk, flipping through the envelope he had received some time ago.

On the cabinet beside the desk, there are countless glass bottles filled with silvery memory fragments.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door of the study.

The house-elf pushed open the door and entered, bowed to the wizard at the desk, and said, "Master, in five minutes, the visitor will arrive."

The entire manor was well hidden. Except for those important people, no one in the Smith family knew the existence of the manor, let alone its location.

"I see." Gerber Smith drank the cold black tea, stretched out his hand to support the table, stood up, and walked slowly towards the hall of the manor.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, he saw a forest-green flame suddenly turn under the marble fireplace, and Bud Broad came out of the fireplace bent over.

"What happened, actually using the insider Floo network?" Gerber Smith looked at Bud Broad and asked in confusion.

Today, the Floo Network is controlled by the Ministry of Magic's Floo Network Authority. Using the Floo Network will be difficult to hide from the Ministry of Magic, but there are still some places that are still not monitored by the local Floo Network, such as the internal Floo at Hogwarts. Road network, such as the fireplace in Gerber Smith's secret estate.

"Aren't the others here yet?" Bud Broad brushed off the ashes from his black robe and looked left and right.

"No, you are the first." Gerber Smith vaguely guessed that there would be no reason for them to get together. At this moment, the fire broke out again in the fireplace.

"good evening."

Tiberius Ogden came out of the fireplace and greeted them both.

Mog McDougall didn't make them wait too long, and quickly came out of the burning fireplace.

"Everyone's here, let's talk about what's important." Gerber Smith led them to a comfortable room somewhere in the manor, and the house elf respectfully served refreshments, then quickly turned and left.

"About Rowena Smith." Bud Broad looked at Gerber Smith and asked with a frown, "How much does he know?"

All the other three frowned, they were sure that the four present would never reveal their affairs to others, and each Wild Smith would not reveal their secrets to others.

Bud Broad put a letter on the table, picked up his wand and tapped it. The envelope unfolded automatically and began to read the contents. If Albert is here, he will find that this letter is written by him to Professor Broad, saying that he has successfully mastered the more advanced usage of ancient Rune, and it also contains details after entering Ravenclaw's secret room. Happening. Of course, that also includes Rowena Smith's speculation. "

"Rowena certainly doesn't know much, and it is estimated that it can only be inferred from a small number of documents of the Smith family." Gerber Smith continued, "He is not an idiot, he must have guessed something, and he also entered Lara It's not surprising that Wenclaw's Chamber of Secrets knows the surname Wildsmith. And I suspect even Albert Anderson and Isobel McDougall know some."

"The question now is, what does Rowena Smith want to do?" Bud Brod frowned and reminded, "Don't forget, he's been brooding about this, don't forget about Blair. "

Blair McDougall, the father of Isobel and Katrina, died inexplicably in a magical experiment accident when Blair was very young.

Blair, the erstwhile alternate, has been eliminated, but remains a member of their loose circle. At that time, they doubted whether Blair's death was related to Rowena.

All four were silent!

They all knew why Bud Broad had called them, two qualified candidates were at Hogwarts, and if Rowena Smith suddenly went crazy and killed them all,

That new generation of Wild Smith heirs is finished.

The selection of candidates is usually very secretive, but Rowena used to be a candidate, and it is not difficult to find some clues.

Although the probability of him going crazy is very small, he has to attract the attention of several people.

No way, who made Rowena Smith too obsessed with this matter, some of his characters are too bad, and this is the main reason why Rowena was not chosen.

"In a few months, Rowena should take the initiative to leave Hogwarts, and I will be watching them for the next period of time." Mog McDougall took the initiative to take over the matter.

"If something bad really happens, it's up to me to solve it." Gerber Smith's tone was very calm, even if Rowena Smith was his grandson, he couldn't do anything that crossed the line.

For Wild Smith, only wizards who also inherit this surname can be regarded as true relatives.

"The Book of Bronze, let Albert put it back when Rowena leaves Hogwarts." Tiberius Ogden said.

The party didn't last long, and they all dispersed.

Gerber Smith stood by the window, looking out at the wind and snow, and murmured, "Rowena, what on earth are you trying to do?"

...

In the Room of Requirement, Albert, with earplugs and earmuffs, was unaware that he was dealing with the Mandela grassroots, preparing to complete the Banshee's Howl.

That thing had completely changed since it had been stuffed in salt and marinated for a long time.

The mandrake roots dehydrated with salt have become extremely ferocious. If you have to describe it, it is a really miserable death.

Albert used the honesty detector to poke the dehydrated Mandela grass roots, and there was a strong reaction. There is no doubt that this thing is dead, and it has really become a black magic tool.

The mouse next to him had fallen into a coma as early as Mandela's grass roots were taken out of the salt, and he didn't know if he was dead.

Albert stuffed the mandrake root into a bag made of swamp dig skin, which was expanded by the Traceless Stretch Charm, then put it into a silver container prepared in advance, and everything went very smoothly.

It wasn't until Banshee's Howl was completely shut down that Albert slowly took off the earmuffs and earplugs, making sure that the container he made could effectively contain it, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If he failed, he would probably fall into a coma. When his roommate finds that he has not gone back, he will come to find himself in the room according to his request. Albert even left steps on the parchment about what to do if he was unconscious.

However, the latter move was no longer useful, and was thrown into the fireplace by Albert and burned

Albert poked the Banshee's Howl with the honesty detector, but there was no response to this stab, and he didn't know if it was because of too many outer layers of isolation.

Of course, Banshee's Howl is not essentially a qualified black magic item, so it is naturally impossible for panel skills to appear.

However, Albert is still quite satisfied with this thing, and he just needs to find a chance to test its power. He remembers that Fred and George seem to be eager to try it, so he will lend them to play first.

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