The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The three went downstairs and entered the yard, where a few fat brown chickens were pecking.

The Weasley family's yard is very large. If the surrounding land is included, it is overgrown with weeds and the flowerbed has not been taken care of. There is a large green pond next to it, and there are many frogs in it.

Fred walked to the edge of the flowerbed, bent down and peeked in, and in a moment he grabbed a goblin.

"Let me go! Let me go!" the goblin screamed, kicking Fred's hand.

"It can actually talk!" Albert leaned over and looked at the goblin, feeling that this kind of creature was incredible.

The goblin is small, with a big, round head like a potato, and rough and tough skin.

"Well, goblins can talk, but they're stupid. You only need to turn the goblins unconscious, and they won't find the goblin hole." Fred grabbed the goblin's ankle, lifted it upside down, and smiled at Albert. Said, "Let's go somewhere else, don't let Mom see it, she doesn't like us messing around with that stuff, and she always wants us to go to the Ministry of Magic later, you know, it's like a prison."

Albert couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you doing?"

The three of them were just about to change places. Ginny appeared out of nowhere, stared at Fred who was carrying the goblin, and asked curiously.

"We're going to do a fun experiment!" George winked at Ginny. "Don't tell Mommy, okay?"

"OK!"

Ginny nodded vigorously in agreement.

The four changed places. After Fred put the goblin down, they saw George take a toffee from his pocket, peel off the wrapper, and forcibly stuff it into the goblin's mouth.

It wasn't easy, George got bitten by the goblin and it took a long time for the guy to eat the candy.

"You feed the goblins toffee?"

Ginny blinked her beautiful eyes and asked in confusion.

"Looks like a failure?" Albert said. "Maybe, you should put two drops of swelling agent directly into its mouth to see if the swelling agent is effective on a goblin creature."

"Are you the devil?" Fred couldn't help but complain, but he really did.

As George pried open the goblin's mouth, he poured some swelling agent into its mouth.

"It doesn't seem to work."

As soon as the words fell, the goblin in front of them suddenly expanded in a circle, like a blown balloon.

"It's effective, but it's not obvious." Albert said his guess, "It's probably because the effect of the expansion agent you made is not very good. Of course, it may also be that the creatures like goblins have a certain degree of potion. resistance."

"We've been messing around for the summer," Fred said glumly, "and we ended up with something like this."

"Make it come!" Albert asked, "It shouldn't matter if you use magic here!"

"It's okay, the Ministry of Magic doesn't know exactly who is using magic in a wizard's house."

"It's really enviable, I can't use magic at home." Albert took out his wand and waved it, turning the swelled goblin back to its original shape.

"By the way, how on earth did you develop the fat lip seasoning last time?"

"Who knows!" Albert comforted casually, "Things won't go as smoothly as you think, especially for these inventions, you can't do it without enough knowledge and patience."

The twins pouted in disdain. Someone had created a lot of interesting magic items.

"Okay, let's stop talking about this, and tell me about the magic world. I'm very curious about what a wizard's life is like."

Albert looked at the Weasleys' house from afar, it looked very artistic,

There are four or five chimneys on the roof, not to mention, the kind of houses that are randomly stacked on top of each other, twisted and crooked, and have not collapsed, they are built entirely by magic.

Unlike Broad's estate, the Weasleys lived in remote rural areas and had their own vegetable gardens. Not only did they raise chickens and ducks, but they even had pigsties further afield. This was a completely self-sufficient small farmer's life.

"It's boring. We usually help the house with some housework, and occasionally play Quidditch together." Fred seemed reluctant to mention these things. "Maybe, we should promote wizard cards as soon as possible."

"Wizard card, what is that?" Ginny asked curiously.

"A card game invented by Albert, we are trying to promote it, we also held the first wizard card game at Hogwarts last term..." Fred gushed about his sister. Their great achievements at school were hyped up, and in the end, George couldn't stand it any longer and kicked him to shut Fred.

Probably because of the loan Albert, the Weasleys' lunch was extraordinarily rich,

Mr. Weasley sat Albert beside him at dinner and kept asking him about Muggles.

Albert talked a lot about Muggles, and also asked Mr. Weasley about the wizarding world. He was very interested in the radio of wizard radio, but Mr. Weasley couldn't tell, only said that wizards use magic to Muggle radios have been revamped.

In fact, wizards are very good at doing this kind of thing. The Hogwarts Express is the best example. At that time, the British Ministry of Magic directly requisitioned a Muggle train and made a series of modifications to it.

"Thank you, I'm full."

When Mrs Weasley enthusiastically served Albert a third meal, he hastily refused.

After lunch, everyone sat at the table and chatted. Abbott asked Mr Weasley if he would get himself in trouble if he practiced divination at home.

"Probably not, as long as you don't use magic." Mr. Weasley said casually, he obviously didn't think Albert could learn divination by himself.

"It's hard to really learn useful things in divination classes." Percy, who rarely returned to his room, said: "At most, people can only understand some common sense things, and there are very few wizards who really understand prophecy."

"Yeah!" Albert replied inexplicably. He has panel skills. If he adds a bit of upgrades, he will definitely be able to learn prophecy, so he is not worried that he will not be able to learn it at all.

Percy seemed to have opened a chat box, blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah teaching Albert about his own experience and how to arrange his time so that he wouldn't be able to complete the twelve homework assignments.

Bill told him more of Percy's experience.

"I think your consideration is completely superfluous." Fred finally couldn't help interrupting Percy.

"Don't forget, Albert grew up in the Muggle world, and his Muggle studies are better than most wizards, if not learned." George pointed this out bluntly, thinking that he might have more homework because of It can't be done, but Albert certainly won't.

"His ancient rune is much more powerful than yours." Fred continued to beat Percy, "I think you are definitely not as high as Albert."

"Cough, continue to talk about divination, I am very interested in it." Albert interrupted, "However, the divination professor doesn't seem to be very reliable."

"It's really not very reliable." Percy said in a low voice, "but everyone can still learn some basic knowledge."

In the afternoon, several people gathered together to play wizard cards.

Ron and Ginny also got involved.

However, Ron was bored by this kind of card game with no special effects, and was ridiculed by Fred and George.

Ginny was interested in the portraits above. After listening to the rules, she quickly got started and played with Fred.

"Why no Percy cards?" Ginny asked after a game.

"Because we didn't have Percy's permission." Albert explained casually, "If he allows, we wouldn't mind making him a card, um, Prefect Percy."

"Don't do it, I guess no one will use it."

In the evening, when the sun was slanting and the heat had just subsided, Fred and George suggested that they go to the nearby woods to play Quidditch.

Ron and Ginny went too, and they took turns using Charlie's broom.

"Wood will definitely not let you be lazy again." Fred looked at the few people flying in the sky and said to Albert, "After all, I lost so badly last time."

"Forget it, I have a bunch of courses this semester and I'm too busy."

"Why do you study so much?" George was puzzled. "It's not Percy, the guy who wants to go to the Ministry of Magic all day long. I don't think you are interested in the Ministry of Magic."

"Well, I'm not interested, but knowledge is never too small. Accumulate more so that you won't have enough time to use it." Albert changed the topic, "Your sister is flying well, she may be an excellent one in the future. Quidditch players."

"She used to sneak out with a broom before." George curled his lips and said, of course, he and Fred both pretended not to know about this.

"I remember you seem to have a sister too."

"Well, she has no magical talent."

"It's unbelievable to have no magical talent." George was indeed a little surprised. After all, in their opinion, Albert's magical talent is too amazing.

"This is also something that can't be done." Albert said helplessly: "There are some things that can't be forced."

Just as the two were talking, an owl flew over here.

"You have enough letters, I always feel like I see you receiving letters often." Fred couldn't help but complain, "Who sent it?"

"Mr. Broad." Albert glanced at the sender on the envelope, tore the envelope, took out the letter inside and began to read the contents, frowning slightly, Mr. Broad told him that someone would pick him up before dinner past.

"He said he would send someone to take me to him later."

"You're leaving? I thought you would stay with us for a few days." Fred, who had just fallen, said with wide eyes, "If you don't stay for dinner, Mom will definitely be disappointed."

"I'll write him a letter." Albert put away the letter, touched the owl's head and said, "Let him come and pick me up after dinner."

Albert was a little curious, what was the surprise that Isobel wrote in the letter last time, she seemed to think that she would definitely accept the fact that the heir was.