The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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Since Harry knew the true effect of the Flux, he was temporarily not interested in this potion that was supposed to bring "good luck" to people.

All right!

Harry is actually too expensive.

The price of 30 Galleons for a bottle of Flux is not low, but according to Albert’s words, even if you can really spend money to buy Flux, it’s definitely more than this price. .

A bottle of potion that can't bring people real luck is actually sold so expensive, how many people are willing to take advantage of it?

At least, Harry didn't want to.

Although the Potters still have a large sum of Galleons in the Gringotts vault, spending money without restraint is not acceptable. Order to buy him a magic book.

That taste, Harry didn't want to taste it.

"Where did he get so many Galleons?" Ron muttered.

Ron's mentality has been a little broken recently. Before he changed it, everyone was poor, and Ron didn't care too much about the fact that he was poor. After all, everyone had no money in their pockets, but recently he was stimulated by the people around him repeatedly. Arrived, causing him to become very sensitive about money during this time.

"What?" Harry looked sideways at Ron, thinking about something just now, not paying attention to what Ron was saying.

"Perhaps, the Albert family is rich?" Hermione said casually, "I heard that he was admitted to Eton College, but he chose to study at Hogwarts later."

"What?" Ron looked at Hermione in confusion.

"Eton," Harry corrected. He thought Eton must be a lot better than Smelting, where Dudley went. After all, cousin Dudley is actually not much different from a pig, and the difference in intelligence between the two is probably even greater than the gap between humans and pigs.

"Students who can go to Eton College are all smart and top students, and usually need to have a certain amount of money..." Hermione was interrupted by Harry before she could finish her words.

"I remember Justin Finch from Hufflepuff saying he was going to Eton and he wasn't in Ravenclaw?"

"There are always exceptions, isn't Albert in Gryffindor?" Hermione said calmly. "And, am I in Gryffindor?"

Ron didn't pay attention to what Hermione and Harry were saying, he was full of Galleons now. He knew that Fred and George planned to open a joke shop with Albert, and how many Galleons could be in the twin brothers' pockets, even Ron could count them with his fingers.

It takes a lot of money to open a store, and the family is destined to be unable to help them, so where does the money come from?

Albert pays for himself?

But where did he get so much money?

Provided at home?

Even if his family has money, he will not be allowed to spend freely.

And, during the summer vacation, Ron didn't miss seeing Fred and George inventing, but their pockets were still full of Galleons.

Although there is no evidence, Ron suspects that funding for the twins' research may have come from Albert.

As absurd as this may seem, it is quite possible.

After all, Albert is willing to give out a dozen Galleons every year as a prize for the champion of the wizard chess competition.

Could it be that his family is really rich?

You must know that even Draco Malfoy has a limited number of Galleons that he can use.

Alas, how enviable!

"I'm going to the library, will you go together?" Hermione stopped at the corner and asked Harry and Ron if they wanted to go to the library together.

"Didn't your homework be done long ago?" Ron didn't understand what Hermione was doing in the library.

"Well, the homework is done. However, I am going to take Ancient Rune as an elective next semester. Albert suggested that I get familiar with it first so that I can better master this subject next semester."

"Sounds hard," Harry said.

"Fred, George, and Charlie didn't choose Ancient Rune, they said it was difficult to really master it." Ron had already decided to give up Ancient Rune in third grade.

"You may not know that Albert is an ancient Rune expert." Hermione shared what she had inquired with Harry and Ron, "Last time, I heard from several senior students that Albert and Ron Others publish books together."

"A book?" Harry was taken aback.

"Yeah, I have to go, so I don't have a seat later." After Hermione said goodbye to Harry, she walked towards the library alone.

"That guy is a winner in life. What did he spend so many Galleons buying Flux for?" Ron looked at Hermione's back and said in a sour tone, "Could it be, to avoid being attacked?"

Harry ignored Ron's words, caught by Filch's cursing.

At the moment, Mr. Manager is yelling at the standing water in the corridor.

Ron looked at the back of Filch leaving, and said with schadenfreude, "Looks like Filch is in trouble!"

Since Mrs. Norris was attacked, Filch has often been guarding the neighborhood, and many students passing by here have been troubled by Mr. Manager for various reasons.

When Harry and Ron passed by, they knew why Filch was so upset.

A large pool of water seeped out from under the door of the girls' bathroom, flooding most of the corridor, and when approached, I could hear Myrtle's cry echoing in the bathroom.

"What's the matter with her?" Ron wanted to take a detour. If he had to go straight, he would probably have to get his boots and robes wet.

"I don't know, go take a look."

Harry reached for his robe and stepped on the standing water to the door with the "malfunction" sign. As usual, the two turned a blind eye to the sign and the girls' bathroom, opened the door and walked in.

If it was anyone else, they would have been frightened by the loud, shrill cry and fled.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked at Myrtle, who was weeping on the toilet.

Myrtle said miserably: "I'm here thinking about how I died, and suddenly someone threw something on my head."

"I don't remember ghosts feeling pain at all," said Ron suddenly. "Even if someone threw something at you, that thing would go right through you."

Harry felt about to suffer.

The next moment, a stream of water spewed from the toilet bowl, splashing Harry and Ron all over.

Myrtle put her hands on her hips, glared at Harry and Ron, and screamed: "Everyone, come and hit Myrtle with things, because she can't feel it! Ten for a hit in the stomach, fifty for a hit in the head. Minute!"

"Who hit you with something?" Harry stepped back and quickly changed the subject.

"I don't know..." Myrtle said, glaring at them. "It's there."

Harry and Ron looked in the direction Myrtle pointed, and saw a small, thin black-bound book lying on the ground, soaked with water.

When Harry picked it up from the floor, it was a diary, and the faded date on the cover indicated that it was fifty years old.

Harry was about to open it when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Albert appeared at the door of the bathroom, looked at the two people inside, and reminded with a slight frown, "I saw Filch just now, he was coming here with a mop, if He knows you're going into the girls' bathroom, and he'll be happy to find an excuse to lock you up and let other people know about it.

Harry hurried away with his notebook in hand, completely unaware of the glittering light under Albert's glasses behind him.