The Alchemist of Harry Potter

When I left the Room of Requirement, it was not yet time for the curfew.

Albert said the command in front of the Fat Lady's portrait and got into the Gryffindor lounge through the exposed passage. At this point, most people have already returned to the dormitory to rest.

"Where have you been?" Shanna looked at Albert who came in from outside in surprise.

"Kitchen, do you want it?"

Albert shook the bag in his hand, which contained cream biscuits.

"Thank you." Shanna took two cream biscuits, made herself a cup of hot cocoa, and chatted with Albert about some problems encountered in her studies, and then went back to the dormitory to rest.

"You actually came back, and we're thinking about how we're going to carry you out of the room of Requirement later?"

At the moment when the door of the dormitory was opened, Fred, who was playing cards, turned their heads to look at the door, and saw that the person who came was actually Albert, with a little disappointment on their faces.

How much do you hope that something will happen to you?

"I'm fine, I'm really sorry for you guys!" The blue veins on Albert's forehead jumped slightly, and he said angrily, he decided not to share the supper he got from the kitchen to them.

"You succeeded?" Lee Jordan was more curious about what happened to what Albert said, which is said to be a very powerful self-defense weapon.

"Successful, the effect is very good."

Albert took out the small cage from his pocket and put it on the table.

"What is this stuff?"

"mouse trap."

"Are you kidding?" Lee Jordan raised an eyebrow.

"Idiot, it's the Traceless Stretching Charm." Fred had seen this kind of magic.

"You actually mastered the Traceless Stretching Charm. It is said that this type of magic is super difficult." George said in disbelief, "By the way, haven't you been practicing the Patronus Charm?"

"Professor Smith taught it, and the Patronus has not learned it yet, but he has learned this first." With that, Albert took the unconscious mouse out of the small cage.

"Where did you get the mouse?"

"It took a lot of effort to grab it from the corner of the castle where the debris was piled up." Albert poked the mouse with his hand.

"What happened to the mouse?"

"I don't know, it's probably dead!"

Albert picked up the wand and began to try to cast a resuscitation spell on the mouse. He was more curious whether the mouse was dead or not, whether it was cursed, or simply fainted.

"What you're doing shouldn't be life-threatening!" Lee Jordan said, pretending to be terrified.

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not, I'm testing its power." Albert saw that the effect of rejuvenation had no effect, and he knew that the effect of Banshee's Howl was very unusual.

"I think the mouse should be dead!" Fred poked the mouse with his fingers curiously.

"No, or do you think Albert would foolishly cast a spell on a mouse?" Lee Jordan shook his head.

"This one, shouldn't it be... Percy's Scabber?" George, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said.

"Certainly not. Then again, isn't Percy's mouse dying soon?"

"I think it seems to be alive and well." Fred asked in surprise, "Can a normal mouse live this long?

"Who knows!" Of course Albert knew that mice couldn't live that long, but people could, but this was not what he needed to pay attention to at the moment, he took out a small packet of dark-colored salt from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"Salt, grab a handle and pry the mouse's mouth open." Albert motioned the three to come and help.

It took them a while to get the hapless rat to swallow the salt.

It didn't take long for the tormented mouse to finally wake up, but he was lethargic and looked bad.

"It actually works." Fred looked at the awakened mouse, and then his eyes fell on the small packet of discolored salt again. After looking up and down curiously, he squeezed a little and put it in his mouth.

"What exactly is this?" The expression on Fred's face instantly became distorted, he spat out the contents of his mouth again, and squatted on a plate to keep retching.

"Salt, it's just processed, and the effect is similar to potion. Then again, you dare to eat anything you don't know." Albert glanced at Fred, admiring the opponent's ability to kill.

"What good thing you did, take it out and let us see it." George urged, he was curious about what Albert had done.

"I'll let you guys try it another day. Now I don't want to faint for no apparent reason." Albert didn't plan to let them use Banshee's Howl in the dormitory. He knew exactly who these people were. I can't wait to open it, not to mention myself, and it will also cause others to be unlucky.

As it turns out, Albert's decision was right.

The next afternoon, upon request was in the house.

Albert looked at the three people who fell to the ground with helplessness on his face.

Luckily, he had the foresight to put earplugs in before he gave Fred the Howl of the Banshee.

As expected, Fred, the bastard, opened the Banshee's Howl as soon as he got it.

The three without earplugs fell without warning.

Albert bent down and picked up Banshee's Howl from the ground. After confirming that it was not damaged, he closed Banshee's Howl again, looked at his roommate who fell to the ground, and sighed softly.

If you don't die, you won't die, so why don't you know?

Albert tried the resuscitation spell on several people, but it was as ineffective as the little mouse. He took out the prepared salt from his pocket, pried open Lee Jordan's mouth to feed him, and poured him a small glass of water to move his Adam's apple for them to swallow.

Then, he continued to cast the spell to restore his vitality.

"What's wrong with me, it hurts, it hurts!" Li Jordan covered his head and hit his head when he just fell, "Bah, what the hell is this."

He started crouching beside him and retching, looking distressed.

"That idiot Fred used this thing, and as a result you all passed out." Albert shook the Banshee's Howl and explained casually.

Lee Jordan's face was crooked in anger, and he wanted to kick Fred with his feet. He blamed this guy for making trouble and pitting all three of them. No wonder, Albert was reluctant to give them a try last night, the love thing would have known it would become like this.

Lee Jordan watched with resentment as Albert woke the Weasley brothers. Both of them were not in a good condition. They were both bruised and retching.

George was the most unlucky, with a swollen bag on his head.

"Did you already know!" Fred asked gloomily. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Last night, I already said it!" Albert said angrily: "However, you just don't listen, you have to suffer a little to keep your memory long."

"You must have done it on purpose!"

"Sorry, beat him together."

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