The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"Where did you get your supper?"

Just after taking a shower, Albert, wearing gray pajamas, walked into the dormitory and saw several roommates sitting around the table, playing wizard cards and eating freshly baked pies on a plate.

"Sent from the house-elf."

George's mouth was full of food, and his speech was slurred.

Albert looked at the plate and saw a hand that was about to reach out to take the last piece of pie, and immediately stepped forward and waved his hand on that hand.

A crisp sound echoed in the room.

pain!

Lee Jordan raised his head and looked at Albert with a resentful look on his face, rubbing the back of his hand, which was swollen and swollen, with his hands.

"You didn't even leave me the last piece!" Albert simply picked up the last pie and took a bite. The meat filling was still warm and felt pretty good.

"You don't have to be so cruel!"! "

"I couldn't hold back for a while. Besides, let you not leave me a piece, and who won't you hit?" Albert was eating the pie, turned his head to look at the Weasley brothers who were snickering next to him, and asked: " How many sets of wizard cards have you made?"

"At present, we can only come one by one, and the progress is very slow. We spent a lot of time and only got one pair for ourselves first." George shrugged helplessly, saying that he had done his best.

"How on earth did you get the house elf to bring you supper?" Fred brought up another topic of greater interest to him.

"personal charisma."

Albert took the last bite of the pie and took his handkerchief from the side to wipe the corners of his mouth.

The three looked at each other, completely disbelieving Albert's nonsense.

Albert, whether they believed it or not, looked around and couldn't see his cat, so he asked, "Where's my Tom?"

"Tom? Oh, you mean the cat!" Fred pointed to the door and said, "It ran out just now, and it should be running around in the Gryffindor common room."

"Really, it's so late and running around." Albert muttered.

"cat,

You can't shut up. "

"I didn't even say I was going to turn it off."

Albert took out the compass from the leather bag, looked at the direction, and went down the stairs to the common room.

It was very dark in the common room at the moment, and there were still some lingering fires flickering in the fireplace.

"Tom."

Albert softly called his cat's name, but there was no response. He looked at the compass in his hand and looked in that direction again, preparing to take out his wand and use the Flying Spell to call his cat back, when he saw a man in the corner. A fluffy black shadow suddenly rushed towards him.

"It's time to go back to sleep!" Albert bent over to pick up the fat cat, and when the light from the tip of the wand inadvertently passed through the common room, the corner of Albert's eyes was on the chair closest to the entrance of the common room.

Albert noticed someone sitting over there, and walked over with the cat, a little girl in a pink nightgown.

"Don't sleep here again, and be careful of catching a cold, Miss Granger."

Hermione heard the sound, raised her head in confusion, and looked a little flustered when she looked at Albert.

Albert looked at the little girl in front of him. This was the first time he had carefully observed the legendary Hermione Granger. He was very ordinary and was actually no different from the little girl next door.

"Aren't you arguing with your roommate?"

"No!" said Hermione dryly.

"Then go back and rest!" Albert glanced at the oil lamp next to him and said calmly, "Don't hide here to be scary, or are you planning to go out for a night tour?"

"No."

Hermione felt a little embarrassed when she smelled the faint scent of the bath liquid on Albert's body. Fortunately, the surrounding darkness concealed the changes on the girl's face. She hesitated for a moment, but she overheard Harry and Ron preparing to go. Tell Albert about the duel with Malfoy.

"It fits Gryffindor's character." Albert pulled up a chair, sat down beside Hermione, put Tom on his lap, and helped it smooth, "So, you want to stop them ."

"Yeah, wandering around the school at night, how many points will Gryffindor lose if they get caught, and I think they'll get caught by Filch for sure, I heard that Mr. All the secret passages in the school."

"I dare say, they will definitely say to you: This has nothing to do with you." Albert looked at the change in the expression on the girl's face, nodded, and said, "Don't worry too much, all Gryffindor students are It's this character that never takes school rules seriously."

Hermione opened her mouth and stared blankly at the boy with a faint smile in front of her, and finally asked inexplicably, "Shouldn't we stop them?"

"Stop? It's hard for you to stop them, unless you're Professor McGonagall, but obviously you're not." Albert shook his head and said, "Don't expect to convince anyone with words, it's really hard, especially if they insist on while doing so."

Hermione was about to say something, but was interrupted by Albert raising his hand.

"I know what you want to say." Albert continued, "This so-called duel should be a trap. According to the formal style of Slytherin, it is estimated that this matter will be told to Filch in advance, so that the The caretaker catches them, and that will result in Gryffindor being deducted, and Harry and Ron locked up for it."

"However, doing things is often done without thinking, which is Gryffindor's style. Sometimes, if they don't suffer a little loss, they will never remember the lesson." Albert said calmly, "Don't pay too much attention to those rules and regulations, No one in Gryffindor really cares about grades, otherwise they'd feel like adding points to the house, but most students don't think that way."

"Is this the style of Gryffindor House?" Hermione looked up at Albert and asked earnestly, "What about you? I heard you've been giving Gryffindor extra points!"

"That's just by the way. It's naturally the best to get extra points. If you can't, forget it."

"I don't think you look like Gryffindor at all," Hermione whispered. "The Sorting Hat must have asked you if you were going to Ravenclaw!"

"Everyone said that, a lot of people thought I should go to Ravenclaw House." Albert didn't care about it, "However, for me, Gryffindor is better, here are the ones I'm familiar with friend."

"Then what do you think I should do?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Go back to sleep, or keep trying here to stop Harry and Ron." Albert stood up and said to Hermione: "To be honest, you may not be suitable for Gryffindor House, if you have time , you can try to join the wizard card club, maybe you can make some friends, the game is more about creating happy times."

Hermione opened her mouth and looked at the back of Albert leaving, but in the end she didn't say anything.

friend?

She doesn't have one of her own!

Albert obviously saw it too, that's why he said that.

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