The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Early in the morning, Albert woke up from his sleep, and he was still in an inexplicable trance.

Last night he pored over Blair's golden book.

To be honest, such a book made of gold really gave Albert a big impact. It was incredible that something that could only appear in the fairy tale world would appear in front of him one day.

Albert leaned out and looked out the window, the blue sky and white clouds, the clear vision, the faint sound of birds chirping outside the window, and the breeze blowing into the room from the window.

"It's so quiet!"

Albert sighed softly. He came to the window and looked into the distance, recalling the conversation he had with Mr. Broad last night.

This manor seems to be his own in the future.

"Really rich!" he murmured to himself.

Albert is very suspicious of how this manor came to be, embezzling the wealth of some hapless Muggle?

Wizards do have this ability, and it seems to be a very simple thing.

After all, even the Ministry of Magic has a similar record.

Up and down.

Many ancient wizards must have done something similar.

It's not that Albert likes to think about dark places, but according to records, when the Ministry of Magic built the Hogwarts Express, there was only the word "requisition".

Wizards are incapable of building such a train, there is no doubt about that.

"Forget it, it's none of my business." Albert covered a yawn, stretched lazily, put on his clothes again, and prepared to go to the restaurant for breakfast after washing.

The manor is very large, with long corridors and empty rooms that are not popular.

Albert didn't find anyone in the dining room, and he didn't see the breakfast prepared by the house-elf. Finally, he thought about it and prepared to go to the kitchen. When he went to the kitchen, his eyes fell on the sunroom not far away. He smiled and walked over there, Isobel was having breakfast.

"Good morning!" Albert smiled and greeted the girl.

"Good morning." Isobel put down his fork and asked, "Have you seen Mr. Broad last night?"

"I've seen it. Then again, why did you refuse?" Albert sat opposite Isobel and looked at the girl in front of him with a half-smiling smile. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes fell on the silent The house-elf beside them stopped what they were about to say.

"Sir, what are you going to have for breakfast?" the house-elf asked sharply.

"Just give me a breakfast similar to hers." Albert thought for a while and said, "Well, it's better to have a glass of milk."

"Okay, wait!" The house-elf quickly disappeared.

"Mom always wanted a little elf to help us cook. She's not very good at cooking." Isobel said, looking at Albert.

"Then why did you refuse?" Albert looked at Isobel with a half-smile, poured himself a cup of black tea, and said to himself.

"It's really convenient to have a house-elf to help with the housework. I'm thinking of abducting a house-elf from Hogwarts when I graduate."

"They have a contract."

"I know, but I can discuss it with Headmaster Dumbledore. I think he may agree. Anyway, Hogwarts has no shortage of house-elf." Albert is confident to blame a house-elf from Hogwarts.

"Now, you don't need to think about these issues." Isobel said after eating the omelette.

"Do you regret giving up?"

"No." Isobel sipped her lipstick and said, "You are more suitable, not to mention..."

Isobel didn't say anything more,

But Albert felt he got her point.

"Oh, I was really caught in the eye last night!" Albert said with emotion: "It feels incredible to think about it now. However, what you said last time was right, it's really hard for me to refuse those things."

"Actually, that knowledge is useless to most people. Even if you want to master that part of the knowledge, it will take a lot of time and energy." Isobel said lightly.

This is also one of the reasons why Isobel gave up. She thought her talent was not bad, but after seeing the things on the golden book, she already understood the difficulty of those contents.

The reason why the double-sided mirror was finally lost is related to confidentiality, but more importantly because of its difficulty in manufacturing.

That requires a high level of alchemy attainment, just like the preparation of Fuling, it will test the level of the maker.

Moreover, it is not only necessary to master alchemy, but also superb metamorphosis. If the accumulation of knowledge and technology is not enough, even if the technology is mastered, it will only produce inferior products.

Mass production is not such a good thing.

Isobel also discovered Albert's abnormality. This guy was absorbing knowledge at a very strange speed, so she simply gave up the surname.

In fact, Isobel also believes that it is more likely that they will let Albert inherit in the end. After all, under the same conditions, everyone wants to choose a better one.

The house-elf quickly served breakfast with milk, sausage, fried eggs and bread.

After saying thank you and taking a gulp of milk, Albert casually chatted with Isobel about trivial matters.

Some things should still be actively fought for.

The chatter between the two parties only ceased after Katrina's arrival.

"What are you talking about?" Katrina asked curiously.

"I'm talking about how to improve the beauty potion." Albert briefly said about skiing in France.

"Is that Miss Louise beautiful?" Katrina's focus seemed a little... different.

"It's very beautiful. It is said that she has a quarter of Veela blood, and has inherited the beautiful side of Veela very well." Albert smiled and talked about the little troubles Miss Louise brought to the men.

Katrina ate what was on the plate expressionlessly, but Isobel didn't pay much attention to these things, and continued to chat with Albert about the beauty potion. She is also good at potions, and if she can improve this potion, the girl will definitely be happy to do so.

After all, beauty is the nature of girls.

After breakfast, after the house-elves took care of the sunroom, the three of them stayed here reading and chatting until Mog appeared at the door of the sunroom.

"Long time no see, Mr. Mog." Albert greeted him with a smile.

"Long time no see, I heard you talking about Mr. Delacour just now."

yes!

Albert spoke about the Monsieur Delacourt he met in France.

"I've seen Monsieur Adrian Delacour, a witty wizard," said Mogue, who took a letter from his pocket and handed it to Albert, "I still have something to do, just Don't bother you anymore."

Albert took the letter suspiciously, looked at Mog's leaving back, raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the letter over, and glanced at the sender, it was the letter from Sierra Harris.

"What's wrong?" Katrina asked curiously.

"nothing."

"Your expression doesn't look like nothing."