The Alchemist of Harry Potter

At night, Albert had just returned from the kitchen, still carrying a steaming supper, and stopped in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Password."

"Pumpkin Pie."

When Albert waited for the entrance to open, he immediately walked into the Gryffindor common room.

The surrounding noise immediately poured into his ears. Everyone was talking about tomorrow's Quidditch match. The topics that were originally related to Professor Smith were all left behind by everyone, and few people really cared about Rowena. Smith's life and death.

He looked around, raised his foot to Lee Jordan, who was buried in the stack of books doing his homework, put the oiled paper bag with the warm pumpkin pie in front of him, and glanced at the group of people who landed in the corner in the common room. on people.

Charlie is squatting in front of a model of a Quidditch pitch, using his wand to direct the little people on the pitch to move, and he is constantly nagging, explaining to his teammates the tactics that may be used tomorrow.

"Did the date go well?" Lee Jordan opened the oil-paper bag and couldn't help teasing, "I thought you would come back in the middle of the night."

The girls next to them all pricked up their ears and silently overheard the conversation between the two. Everyone was very curious as to who Albert was on good terms with.

"I remember you don't seem to like this..."

Albert patted Lee Jordan's hand off with a smile, took the oil paper bag away from him, and turned his head to talk to Shanna, who was also doing homework.

"Want to have supper?"

"Thank you!" Shanna glanced at Lee Jordan, took the oil paper bag that Albert handed over, took out a steaming pumpkin pie, and looked at Albert in surprise, "Where did you get it from? It's still hot."

"The house-elf has just made it, and the freshly baked pumpkin pie is more delicious." Albert pulled out his wand and waved it. After the milk tea powder was automatically poured into the cup and brewed, it flew in front of him and Shanna.

"Family magic? It looks very convenient." Shanna smiled and took a sip of milk tea and happily took a bite of the pumpkin pie. "I didn't expect you to go to learn family magic on purpose."

"Cough, Albert, I was under the nonsense spell just now, don't mind." Lee Jordan stared straight at the oiled paper bag, and immediately apologized and admitted his mistake.

"The milk tea brewed with magic is not as delicious as the one brewed by yourself, it is just a convenience." Albert took a sip of the milk tea,

And ignore Lee Jordan next to him.

This bastard planned to spread rumors about him, and wanted to eat the supper he brought back.

"I've never heard of a nonsense spell!" Fred put his hand on Lee Jordan's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Also, I don't think you have any share here!" George took the oil paper bag from Albert, and there were only two pumpkin pies left in it, and he shared it with Fred with a smile.

Shanna looked down at her pumpkin pie when she heard the words, and instantly understood what was going on, and hurriedly cast an apologetic look at Lee Jordan.

"Charlie finished?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"It's over." Fred sighed lightly, "It doesn't feel useful. Fortunately, the Hufflepuffs are not strong, and they should be able to win tomorrow."

"If you lose face again, you won't be able to pass."

Albert knew that tomorrow was their last Quidditch match of the season, with Gryffindor battling Hufflepuff for the title of worst team of the term.

"Next year, after Charlie leaves, you can't shirk any longer. Wood will definitely let you join the team." George took a bite of the pumpkin pie and suddenly said to Albert.

A good Seeker usually brings victory to the team.

Albert had already proven his talent in flying, and when Charlie left, he needed to fill that position.

"Maybe Wood can find a better Seeker next year?" Albert said with a smile.

He likes flying, yes, but he doesn't like Quidditch training very much, and his time is very limited, especially in the third grade. Twelve courses are no joke. Where is there time to play Quidditch?

"I didn't find anything more suitable," Wood said sullenly.

"I mean freshmen."

"Did you forget? Freshmen are not allowed to compete." Fred reminded.

"There are always exceptions, didn't we also compete in our first year?" Albert pointed out.

"I always think you are mysterious." Lee Jordan was very depressed because he didn't have supper. "If you have something to say, just say it, don't let everyone guess."

"Next school year, there will be a famous freshman at Hogwarts." Albert said mysteriously.

"Who?" Shanna asked.

"You don't know." Albert looked at everyone in disbelief.

"Harry Potter?" George said suddenly.

"Yes, the famous Harry Potter!" Albert reminded: "Today, I saw the savior's name in a book, and after counting the time, Harry Potter should have almost reached school age. ."

"Do you think Potter will be good at Quidditch?" Fred's eyes widened, looking at Albert up and down, as if wondering if this guy was talking nonsense and fooling them again.

"If you pay attention, you will find that there are quite a few Quidditch trophies from James Potter's school in the prize gallery," Albert reminded.

"Did not notice."

"Me too."

Albert suggested that if they didn't believe it, they could go to the prize showroom now.

"What does this have to do with the Savior Quidditch?" Shanna was even more puzzled. "And, do you think Harry Potter will be sorted into Gryffindor?"

"Wizards pay attention to heredity." Albert's expression was strange, "James Potter is in Gryffindor, Harry Potter should also be in Gryffindor, and maybe he will be good at flying."

"Actually, you don't want to join the Quidditch team, do you!" Lee Jordan unceremoniously exposed Albert's thoughts.

Wood stared at Albert for a moment.

"Next semester, I have twelve courses, how can I still have time to play Quidditch?" Albert said sullenly, not embarrassed that his ideas were exposed, because it was also true.

"Twelve classes?" Wood's voice sharpened.

"Although I think you're talking nonsense, it seems to make sense." Fred patted Wood's shoulder comfortably after eating the pumpkin pie. "Maybe Harry Potter is really good at flying."

"Go to bed, play well tomorrow, don't lose the game again."

Charlie came over to let everyone go back to rest, and before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized that no matter what, he must win the next game, and he must not lose too ugly.

"I think it doesn't matter if I lose, I won't get the championship trophy anyway." George said to Albert after returning to the dormitory.

In fact, the players of the Gryffindor team are very depressed. They have worked hard in training, but their results are still not very good. The pressure from the public opinion behind them is not small. Many people say that they were selected to the team based on their relationship. Yes, it ruined an otherwise good team.

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