The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"I didn't expect it to be easier than originally expected. This should be considered a crushing of equipment and tactics." Albert murmured as he looked at the Slytherin students who were lying on the ground in the bathroom.

He lifted his foot across a group of hapless comatose people, walked to Fred and George's side, lifted the spell on them, and woke them up from their coma.

"It looks like you've done it easily." Fred struggled to get up, looking at Albert, who seemed to have just walked in from the bathroom, with a surprised expression on his face.

They all knew that Albert would definitely be able to handle those guys, but they didn't expect it to be so easy, it was as easy as eating.

"Well, I used a little trick."

"What little trick is so effective, I want to learn it too." Fred muttered, looked around at the group of unlucky bastards, walked to Flint's side, squatted down and looked at the fainted culprit, reached out and patted the other party's Cheek, sneered proudly: "On conspiracy, you are still far away!"

After the spell on George's body was lifted, he got up from the ground in embarrassment, rubbed his sore scalp with one hand, and lightly beat Albert's shoulder with a fist with the other, complaining, "If you slow down any longer," he said. One step, my head is really about to be stuffed down the toilet."

Albert didn't care about George's complaints, and turned his head to Fred and said, "There are two unlucky bastards who were stunned by me outside, you go and get them in, right at the door, I cast a phantom spell on them. Yes. By the way, don't let anyone see it."

"Don't worry, I will pay attention, and no one will see it."

For a moment, Fred dragged the two comatose outside into the boys' bathroom like a dog, ignoring the intimate contact between their cheeks and the ground.

"Where's Lee Jordan?" George asked with a frown, not seeing his roommate.

"Should be here."

Albert opened the doors of the compartments one by one, and in one of the doors, he saw some irregular light distortions, and just after the disillusionment spell was lifted, Lee Jordan appeared out of thin air.

However, he was apparently knocked out by a Stunning Charm.

"This guy is so unreliable, he actually let others copy and attack us." Fred and George are both complaining about Lee Jordan's unreliability. If this guy is more reliable, the two of them will not be inexplicable at all. Trick, with the strength of the three of them, even if the opponent's number far exceeds their own, they will not necessarily be subdued by the opponent.

After Albert's special training in actual combat, the three of them are still very confident in their actual combat ability.

Albert raised his wand, tapped Lee Jordan on the head, and used Rejuvenation to wake the comatose roommate.

When Lee Jordan woke up, he immediately screamed: "I was attacked, and two shameless bastards hid and attacked me."

"Yeah, you were attacked!" Fred reached out and pulled Lee Jordan, complaining angrily, "We were also attacked."

"You were attacked. It seems that Albert successfully overturned everyone. However, are you sure that no one else is hiding, and are you going to attack us when we are not prepared?" Lee Jordan took out his own from the toilet in disgust. After wiping off the water on the wand with toilet paper, he looked around vigilantly, for fear that someone would suddenly appear and attack them.

"Don't worry, when I came in, I already determined how many people were in the bathroom." Albert handed Fred the Marauder's map in his pocket and said to himself, "There are nine Slytherins in total. A total of twelve, plus the three of you."

"Nine, it seems that there are not enough toilets!" George looked at the unconscious Monta with malicious intent, and suddenly said, "Maybe, we should leave a toilet seat for this Mr. Monta."

"No, the toilet is enough." Albert began to use the Restoration Charm to remove the battle marks in the bathroom.

"What are you going to do with them," Lee Jordan asked. "Put them down the toilet?"

"That's a good idea." George had grabbed Monty's hair, ready to shove his head down the toilet.

"I have a better way."

Albert put away his wand, took out his deformed lizard belt from his pocket, and took a crystal bottle from the leather bag and handed it to George.

"What is this?" George took the crystal bottle in confusion, scanned the label on the eyedrop bottle, and said softly: "Strong... laxative!"

"Yes, powerful laxatives, I used the balsam beans you bought to prepare the medicine. I haven't tested it yet. It just came in handy today." Albert waved his wand, and there was a toilet roll in the compartment. The paper flew towards him and was turned into a spoon in mid-air. When he put the spoon to Fred, he did not forget to remind, "Half a spoon per person is enough."

"Will half a spoonful be too little?" Fred looked at the powerful laxative in the crystal bottle, which was estimated to be enough for everyone present.

"Yeah, half a spoonful per person is too stingy." Lee Jordan was also booing. They all don't like Slytherin students, and they wish they were unlucky.

"This thing can't be abused, or it will kill people."

"Dead people? We've never heard of diarrhea that can kill people." The three of them all had the expression that I don't read much, so don't lie to me.

"I guess half a spoonful is enough to make them collapse." Albert couldn't help rolling his eyes, he naturally knew what the three guys were planning, and was too lazy to correct them, but still warned, "It must not exceed one spoonful. ."

The three looked at each other and couldn't help but smile, which meant giving a spoonful.

"However, there are not enough toilets here." Lee Jordan and Fred put Flint on the toilet and helped him pose as if he was squatting on the toilet.

"I'll wait for me to tamper with their memories later, pick another nasty guy, give him a sip, and let them sit on the toilet."

Albert began to tamper with Flint's memory according to the plan. Although he hadn't written a novel for a long time, it was still his old job in his previous life. It was very simple to create a self-harmonious story.

"By the way, remember to take off your pants too. They are running to the toilet to solve the problem of diarrhea." Albert said angrily after seeing the expressions of disgust on the faces of the three of them, "Have you ever met before? You don't take off your pants when you go to the toilet?"

"I'll leave this to you." Fred patted George on the shoulder.

"Just, you can take the opportunity to retaliate against them." Lee Jordan also quickly walked out of the cubicle.

"Use magic," Albert reminded.

After a while, George's sarcastic voice came from the compartment, "I dare say that this guy's underwear must not have been washed for a week."

"What about the others?" Fred asked with a frown, he didn't want Albert to let them go.

"They'll eat this later." Albert took out another weird bottle and handed it to Fred.

"What's this?" Fred opened the bottle and found some tiny pills inside.

"It's also a laxative, but it's not as powerful as a strong laxative, and the effect will delay the onset. I call it Qingchang Pill." Albert explained casually, "We can't let a bunch of people have diarrhea at the same time, it's too suspicious, as for the drug When the effect will strike, I don't know, they can only ask for their own blessings, after all, this thing is still in the experimental stage."

"Hopefully they don't have diarrhea halfway through."

Several people laughed with schadenfreude. They all thought of the scene where these guys suddenly ran to the toilet to grab the toilet while covering their stomachs on the way. It's not too beautiful.

"By the way, remember to get rid of the toilet paper." Albert reminded after dealing with Monta's memory.

The expressions on the faces of the three were even more exciting.

yes!

There's nothing sadder than going to the toilet and finding out that you've run out of toilet paper.

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