The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The news that Professor Dumbledore was temporarily dismissed by the school board was like a hurricane sweeping the entire Hogwarts castle.

Compared with the attack that happened not long ago, the temporary loss of Dumbledore's backbone made everyone feel more panic and uneasy.

The school is temporarily handed over to the vice-principal Professor McGonagall.

To be honest, Professor McGonagall also has nothing to do with the current situation. In order to prevent the situation of the school from being completely degraded when Professor Dumbledore leaves the school, Professor McGonagall has to make a series of arrangements.

She organized the school's professors, prefects, and ghosts to patrol the corridors at night, checking the castle for anything unusual.

By the way, Truman, Albert's friend in Hufflepuff, was removed from the patrol because Gabriel Truman was a Muggle wizard and was more likely to be attacked than anyone else.

For this reason, Truman also complained to Albert about this, but it was obvious that he was glad that he did not have to participate in the night patrol.

In order to prevent the attack, Professor McGonagall asked all students to return to the common room of their college before six o'clock in the evening, and students were not allowed to leave the dormitory after this time.

Classes must be escorted to the classroom by a teacher.

Quidditch training and matches have been postponed indefinitely, and all activities have ceased.

But what struck Albert most outrageous was this: No student was allowed to use the bathroom without the professor's company.

Professor McGonagall is doing his best to stop the attack, but Albert knows that if Tom Riddle really wants to launch a new attack, such an arrangement makes no sense.

During this time, every teacher in the school had a stern face, with the exception of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, who Lockhart thought the danger was over.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he even did not shy away from publicly reassuring his students that the criminal (Hagrid) had been arrested and the danger had passed.

In fact, many people know about Hagrid's being taken by the Ministry of Magic, but few people really think that he is the murderer.

To borrow a sentence from a Slytherin student: If that stupid big man becomes Slytherin's heir, Slytherin will probably pop out of the coffin angrily after knowing it!

However, Lockhart still vowed to tell everyone: if the Minister for Magic did not find Hagrid 100% guilty,

Wouldn't take Hagrid away.

"Do you think Hagrid was responsible for the attack?"

Shanna took advantage of Lockhart's rhetoric on the podium, and turned to ask Albert sitting behind her.

In order to prevent Lockhart's harassment, the back seat of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom has become the preferred position for most students who hate Lockhart.

"Do you think the other professors are idiots?" Albert said casually, flipping through the books he borrowed from the library, without looking up, "If Hagrid is the real culprit in the attack, why bother with Professor McGonagall. So much painstaking arrangements for professors to patrol and escort everyone to class?"

"Especially when I go to the bathroom, I still need the company of the professor." Fred couldn't help complaining, "This is outrageous, am I in a hurry, and I have to wait for the professor to be free. If Snape doesn't let me go, Are you going to keep holding it?"

"Perhaps, we should carry a chamber pot with us?" George said without hesitation. "If you do encounter an attack, pour it on it, maybe it can scare the monster away, which is more effective than an amulet."

"He's really annoying." Shanna whispered, looking in the direction of the podium, and Lockhart had the cheek to imply that he already thought Hagrid was not a good person.

"When do you think he'll be out of luck."

Lee Jordan asks the question that many people want to know.

Everyone knows that the position of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is cursed. Every year, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts encounters some bad luck, so he cannot continue to stay in the school as a professor. In the past two years, even more, one has disappeared and one has died.

Many students who hate Lockhart are maliciously speculating whether he will follow in the footsteps of the previous two terms.

"I don't know." Albert looked up at Lockhart on the podium and said calmly, "If he doesn't resign early and run away, he will definitely not be able to escape."

"You said, does he really not know?" Angelina listened to what Lockhart said on stage, and she began to doubt whether the other party's IQ was wrong.

"No, of course he knows. How can Lockhart not know what everyone can see at a glance?" Albert sneered: "He just pretended not to know. Those words were intentional, but To catch everyone's attention, don't you think someone looks like a fancy peacock?"

"Maybe, his patron saint is a peacock!" Fred guessed.

"Don't be kidding, how could he possibly master such advanced magic as Patronus?" George immediately retorted.

For some reason, everyone thought George's words made sense.

"I just wish this was over soon!" Shanna muttered, clutching an amulet she bought from Kenneth.

Finally got to the end of get out of class, Albert was going to go to the kitchen, he had to go to the house elf to help take care of the hound Fang Fang.

If Harry was expected to take care of Fang, Hagrid probably wouldn't be able to find his hound when he returned from Azkaban.

"You can ask the professor for help," Shanna suggested. She admired Albert very much. In other words, Hagrid's dog would have been forgotten.

"We'll go with you."

Fred and George looked at each other, preparing to accompany Albert to the kitchen to avoid the danger of him acting alone.

Of course, Lee Jordan will not be absent.

The four of them cast a phantom body spell on themselves and prepared to sneak into the kitchen. On the way, he almost ran into Snape's team.

They temporarily hid in the secret passage behind the tapestry, so as not to collide with Snape head-on. The Illusionary Charm was not a panacea, and there was a high probability of being seen through when encountering a professor.

"Sir, why don't you apply for the position of principal?"

From outside the tapestry came Malfoy's voice receding: "I'll tell my father that you're the best teacher here, and he'll be happy to vote for you."

"The Malfoys are as disgusting as ever."

After Snape led the team to leave, the four talents came out of the secret passage. Fred looked in the direction of the team's departure and said, "I heard that old Malfoy brought the signature of the school board to dismiss Dumbledore."

"Are the school managers all idiots?"

Lee Jordan couldn't understand what they were thinking, if even Dumbledore couldn't stop the attack, who could, Snape?

"Of course they're not idiots." Albert stopped to look at the Marauder's map, "Eighty percent of them were threatened."

"Threatened by Malfoy?"

"For example, I know so-and-so, or someone's name is mentioned."

"Mystery man?"

"Of course it can't be the mysterious person. No one dares to have a relationship with the mysterious person now." Albert directly revealed the mystery, "For example, Fenrir Greyback."

"They just compromised like this." All three were very dissatisfied with the lack of responsibility and responsibility of those school managers.

"No one wants to risk their family and children."

Albert came to the picture of the big fruit bowl, stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the big green pear.

All three were silent.

yes.

No one wants to risk their child being attacked by a werewolf.

"However, no one is willing to be threatened. Lucius Malfoy has to pay a price for doing that. Just wait and see, I dare say that he has achieved the top position of the school director!" Albert told Mal The Fu family issued a verdict.

"That's great!"

Both Fred and George would love to see the Malfoys suffer.

Albert opened the door and walked into the kitchen with his friend. He quickly found the house elf Carla, and asked the other party to take Hagrid's teeth. The house elf Carla was also very happy to help Albert.

When they left the kitchen, their pockets were stuffed with cookies and pies.

After six o'clock in the evening, the Gryffindor students had nowhere to go. The common room quickly filled with people, and everyone gathered in twos and threes to chat and play games.

Albert and a few others also occupied a corner of the common room, where they held a simple tea party. They took out the cookies and pies they got from the kitchen in the afternoon and shared them with everyone.

Ginny was watching everyone play wizard cards and was in a low mood.

"Have you noticed that the taste of the pie has become a little strange recently!" George stared at the filling inside the pie that was torn apart, and handed the other half to Albert who was making milk tea.

"I like this pie. It's very sweet and the filling is delicious." Ginny took a small bite of the bean paste, took the milk tea and half of the bean paste from Albert, and didn't forget to say thank you.

"That's bean paste." Albert poured a cup of milk tea for everyone, then picked up his own cup, took a sip, and introduced slowly, "Boiled soybeans, mashed with sugar, and made The fillings are delicious.”

"Sounds delicious?"

Fred was discussing the effects of the new wizard card with Lee Jordan, listening to them chatting about pies, joking with a smile, "Did you give the house-elf Cara some weird recipe again?"

"Strange?" Albert asked back, "Aren't bean paste cakes delicious?"

"It's delicious," George said after taking a big sip of milk tea, "it just makes me a little tired after eating too much."

"Eat a lot?"

Fred and Lee Jordan all looked this way, their eyes fell on the oil-paper bag containing the bean paste, and they were immediately angry. The bean paste inside was eaten up by that bastard George.

"Bastard, you actually ate it all by yourself, we haven't eaten it yet!" Fred angrily reached out and pulled George's mouth, wanting him to spit out his share.

Lee Jordan quickly snatched the bean paste that George had just broken in half.

"Do you want it?"

He noticed Albert's gaze, and after a moment of hesitation, he seemed to want to hand the grabbed half to Albert, but that action didn't seem sincere.

"No, I've eaten it." Albert looked at Lee Jordan's movements and said angrily, "Eat it yourself!"

Lee Jordan took a quick bite on the half of the pie and directly declared its ownership.

"You bastard, won't you give me half?" Fred was so angry that he wanted to hit someone when he saw that Lee Jordan took a shameless bite.

It's really inadvertent to make friends!

"Give."

Ginny gave Fred the other half of the bean paste that Albert had just handed her, which calmed him down.

"It's a weird texture, better than bacon stuffing. I don't know where you get all these recipes."

"A recipe sent by one of my uncles, it is said to be a sweet treat from the Far East."

Albert didn't lie, it was the recipe Uncle Charlie helped him collect. Since Charlie's milk tea shop was a big hit, he accepted Albert's suggestion and began to collect delicacies from various countries in order to expand the food in his shop. He even plans to open a shop dedicated to selling delicacies of various countries in the future.

While a few people were drinking tea and chatting, Harry and Ron appeared out of nowhere.

"Where did you get the pie?" Ron asked in surprise as he looked at the few people who were chatting leisurely over tea.

"In the kitchen, of course, the house-elves eagerly shoved us a bunch, would you like a piece? There's more here." Fred handed Ron a mince-flavored pie.

"You still sneaked to the kitchen?" Ron said vaguely, taking a bite of the pie.

"I'm going to ask the house-elves in the kitchen to take care of Fang. Hagrid has been taken away by the Ministry of Magic, and his dog is not fed." Albert glanced at Harry and said lightly: "I can't let Fangya go hungry like this!"

Harry suddenly felt his cheeks burning hot, as if he had been slapped hard, and an inexplicable shame welled up in his heart.

Before Hagrid was taken away by the Minister of Magic, he asked them to help take care of Fang, only to turn his head and forget about it.

"I want to talk to you!" Harry looked into Albert's eyes and added, "Just to talk to you, okay?"

"Is there anything we can't know?" Fred muttered.

The other students around all pricked up their ears and were very interested in the conversation between Harry and Albert.

"Personal affairs with Hermione," Harry added in his mind: and Hagrid.

"Now?"

"Now."

"Well, it's not suitable here, go to my dormitory!" Albert had already guessed what Harry wanted to tell him. He picked up the tea cup in a hurry, and after drinking the milk tea in the tea, stood up and took the lead and walked towards the stairs of the dormitory.

Harry quickly followed.

"What do you think they're going to talk about?" Fred muttered softly, watching the backs of the two of them leaving, "They even plan to whisper to us."

"I don't know, I'm actually curious too." George blinked and raised his hand to follow the past.

"I think it's better not to disturb them." Ron knew what Harry was going to talk about with Albert and didn't want others to disturb them.

However, it's too late.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan looked at each other and followed secretly.

Albert really didn't want others to eavesdrop, they couldn't hear anything at all, and now it's just for fun.

Ginny and Ron looked at each other and walked past.