Chapter 144： Easter eggs

Harry Potter The Alchemist Volume Chapter 144 Easter Eggs During the Easter holidays, some Hogwarts students will choose to go back to spend the holidays with their families.

Albert did not go home.

After all, the end of the term is approaching, and the summer vacation is approaching.

Moreover, there are not many students returning home during the Easter holiday, which is related to the heavy holiday homework that the professors assigned to the students before the holiday.

Whether you return home or not, you have to do a bunch of vacation homework, and you won’t be able to borrow the books in the school library when you go home.

Although most of the vacation homework is probably just prepared by the professors so that students can prepare for the exam.

Daisy was disappointed that Albert did not return home during the holidays, but still sent him some Easter eggs.

On Easter Day, Sheila brought the Easter eggs to Albert, and a photo was included in the package.

Albert picked up the photo and grinned.

In the photo, Tom is squatting in a basket with Easter eggs incubating eggs.

I don't know why, Albert always finds this scene very happy.

By the way, Tom seems to be getting fat again.

Is it an illusion

Shera, who was left out, called to Albert dissatisfiedly.

"Sorry." Albert immediately took out the owl nut from the pocket of his robe and fed it to Shera. He unpacked the Easter egg, broke the chocolate shell, and put a piece in his mouth.

Like Easter in the past, Daisy will buy Easter eggs in a familiar candy store. Its shell is made of chocolate, and inside it is Albert's favorite chocolate-flavored toffee.

"Would you like a toffee?" Albert handed the half egg containing the toffee to his roommate.

"You also try my Easter eggs." Li Jordan has used his nails to pry open the Easter eggs the size of ostrich eggs, which are stuffed with fudge.

"It's actually a fudge." Albert squeezed a piece of fudge and threw it in his mouth, and couldn't help feeling.

"Otherwise, what do you think it will be?" Li Qiaodan couldn't help rolling his eyes at Albert.

"Bibi Duo Weidou" the twins said in unison.

"Damn it, who would put Saibibidou flavored beans in Easter eggs" Li Qiaodan couldn't help but vomit, "Do you want fudge?"

"Of course." Fred ate a fudge, squeezed a chocolate toffee and threw it into his mouth, muttering, "George, do you think mom would remember to send us Easter eggs?"

"Perhaps, she forgot." George said, "It's too busy after all."

"Mom never forgot your Easter eggs." Percy walked over here, handed the Easter eggs to Fred and George, then turned to Albert and said, "Professor Brod asked me to remind you , Go to him at six in the evening, don’t remember the time wrong."

"Six o'clock in the evening" Li Qiaodan repeated confusedly.

"It's an invitation." Albert explained casually, "Professor Broad invited me to go. Actually, I don't know what the professor invited me to do. I think it might be afternoon tea."

"Have you ever seen anyone who would have afternoon tea at six o'clock in the evening" George couldn't help rolling his eyes. "There is a limit to nonsense."

"By the way, you didn't tell us this." Fred stared at him, looking at Albert with disbelief. "I bet it must be a party or a banquet."

"I am often invited to the office by Professor Broad to drink tea, and at most I will have another refreshment."

"Why do you always feel weird to hear you say this." Li Qiaodan mumbled.

"After I come back, I will tell you whether it is a banquet or a tea party." Albert also didn't struggle with this matter.

Of course he knew what he was invited to attend.

The so-called academic gathering.

"By the way, this is a walking ball, right?" Li Jordan pointed to the egg that looked like a walking ball in Fred's hand.

"Don't you open it and see what's inside" Albert reminded.

"Charlie must have told the family that we will be batsmen." George opened the outer egg, and it smelled of milk.

The two wandering ball eggs were filled with milk-flavored toffee, apparently made by Mrs. Weasley.

"Are you going to taste it?" Fred threw a toffee into his mouth, slowly chewing on the toffee, and muttered vaguely. "It tastes good."

Albert and Li Jordan both took one from the pile of toffee and threw it into their mouths. After chewing, the mouth was full of thick milk flavor.

The taste is not bad, but the toffee cannot be eaten more.

"Look over there" George exclaimed, "What's wrong with Shanna?"

Albert raised his head and saw Shanna who was being violently beaten on the head by the textbooks, schoolbags and ink bottles. He took up his wand and waved it lightly to lift Mrs. Pince's spell.

"Are you okay" Albert had already guessed what was going on.

"Just in the library" Sanna said breathlessly, "I forgot. I can't eat in the library."

Sure enough, Mrs. Pins was driven out.

"Thank you, Albert." For a moment, Shanna finally took it easy. "It's really choking. Would you like some fudge?"

Shanna’s Easter eggs are filled with various flavors of fudge, and she just ate fudge in the library before she was driven out of the library by Mrs. Pince.

The easter eggs are very large, with obvious commercial labels on them, and they were bought in a candy store like Albert.

Albert ate a piece of fudge, which was filled with strawberry flavor.

"As long as you don't get seen by Mrs. Pince, you'll be fine." Albert winked at Shanna. "I often steal hard candy in the library."

"That's a good idea." Shanna giggled.

"Oh, don't peck." Albert felt a pain in his elbow and immediately withdrew his hand.

"What's wrong with your owl" Shanna looked at Shera suspiciously.

"It's urging me to write a reply." Albert murmured. He took out the quill from his bag and began to write to the family, not forgetting to tell Nya not to feed Tom too fat.

Seeing the owl flying away, Albert focused on reviewing again.

Recently, I have been focusing on ancient magic texts, and I always feel a little lax in other subjects. Mr. Fusco has not responded to any letter.

"What are you thinking about" Shanna asked, raising her eyebrows, a little dissatisfied that Albert was distracted when talking to herself.

"It's nothing, I was wondering how much homework I haven't done yet." Albert said casually.

"You are the least qualified to say this." Fred said grumblingly.

"Go ahead, we'll have something to do later." George took Fred and left.

"Recently, Fred and George are always mysterious, and they don't know what they are doing." Albert retracted his gaze and continued to discuss homework with Shanna.

Professors have mentioned that those topics are very important, such as mandatory exams. Li Qiaodan has always been interested in them, which can make his review much easier.

"It's almost time, I'm leaving now."

Albert took out his pocket watch, glanced at the pointer on it, got up and said to the people around.

"Where is he going?" Shanna looked at Albert's back and asked puzzledly, "I'm going to eat soon."

"Professor Browd sent him an invitation letter." Li Qiaodan sorted out the class notes and casually explained, "Invite Albert to dinner."

"Professor Broad"

"Don't you know?" Li Jordan was a little envious of Albert's treatment and whispered, "Albert is Professor Broad's most proud student, not one of them."

"I thought it was Professor McGonagall." Shanna said in surprise.

"Some time ago, Albert would run to Professor Broad's office every week" Li Jordan began to reveal some trivia about Albert to Shanna.

"Who sees Fred and George." Angelina interrupted the communication between the two as she sat in the empty space of Albert.

"You said Fred and George"

Albert didn't know what Li Qiaodan had said to the others. After returning to the dormitory and putting down his schoolbag, Albert looked at the mirror and sorted out his appearance a bit, and then went to Professor Broad's office alone.

Professor Browd seemed to be waiting for himself, and when Albert knocked on the door, the wooden door of the office opened quickly.

"You are always so punctual." Professor Broad said to Albert with a faint smile on his face. "Well, we should go now. Don't let others wait too long."

"Where are we going" Albert asked.

"McDoug's house." Professor Browder reached out and picked up a small box from the fireplace, handed it to Albert, and made a please gesture to him.

"This is" Albert looked at the shiny powder in the small box, and immediately guessed what it was.

"Flood powder. Oh, I almost forgot. You haven't used Flood powder, have you?" Professor Brod suddenly remembered this and said, "The use of Flood powder is very simple. First you have to go to the stove. Before, then throw the powder into the flame, wait for the flame to rise, and then walk into the flame. At this time, you must clearly state where you want to go. The place we go is called the hut in the lake."

Albert took a pinch of shining powder from the small box, walked to the stove, and threw the powder into the flame.

With a cry, the fire turned green, rising higher than Albert.

Albert hesitated, but still raised his foot into the fire, and shouted "the cottage in the lake."

In the blink of an eye, Albert was swallowed by the flames and disappeared.

Floo Fan's trip was also not very pleasant. Albert felt his body spinning rapidly. He squinted his eyes. A series of furnace doors flashed vaguely in front of him, and he could vaguely glimpse the room outside the fireplace.

The swirling green flame made Albert feel dizzy, and the whistling wind heard in his ears, feeling that he was moving at high speed.

Blinking his eyes, the spinning stopped, the whistling sound also disappeared, and Albert felt himself falling on the cold ground.

"It's really choking."

Albert fell to the floor in embarrassment, and someone seemed to be supporting him from the ground next to him.

"Welcome, Mr. Anderson."

A sharp voice rang in Albert's ears, and Albert, who had just got up to dust off the ashes from his cloak, was stunned, and looked in the direction of the voice. It was a house elf.

A few seconds later, Professor Broad climbed out of the fire and stood on the carpet in the hall to wipe the ashes from his robe.

"Two gentlemen, please come here, the dinner is ready." The house elf said sharply.

"Dinner" Albert looked at Professor Broad suspiciously.

"Of course it's a dinner party. Let's go, don't let everyone wait too long."

This house is very big, not small at all. It is ridiculous to describe it as a hut in the lake.

Led by the house elves, they left the hall, walked through the corridors and stairs, and came to a carpeted sunroom with transparent walls.

The dinner was held in this spacious room. There were already three people in the room. Except for McDougal, the other two seemed to be quite old.

Among them, the elder may be over a hundred years old, and the other at least eighty. They are all looking at Albert with curious eyes.

No malice, just curiosity and kindness.

"Albert Anderson, the genius I introduced to you, is good at ancient magic texts." McDoug pointed to Albert and introduced to the other two people. "Of course, there is also Transfiguration. I only transformed today. I’ve read Albert’s article and Professor Browd said that Albert is also very good in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Spells."

"I'm Albert, I'm glad to meet you all." Albert looked a little cautious, and nodded slightly at several people.

"Tiberus Ogden, an expert in spells and magic texts." McDoug pointed to the older man and introduced to Albert, "The magic theory you are using now actually has Tiberus A credit for it."

The old man reached out his hand and shook Albert lightly.

"Gerber Smith." McDoug pointed to the eighty-year-old man and said, "Good at transformation, divination and ancient magic texts, and also an expert in alchemy."

After Albert shook hands with this Mr. Smith, he felt a bit contrary.

But he could not tell where there was a violation.

The dinner is very rich, but the food is relatively light, and the five people eat and chat, using ancient magic texts.

As McDoug said, everyone is an expert in ancient magic texts, and they belong to the very powerful kind. When McDoug wrote that ancient magic text, they also got their help.

Smith and Ogden were equally surprised that Albert was able to use ancient magic texts so skillfully.

Sure enough, seeing is better than hearing.

Albert was full. They sat in soft armchairs and talked about ancient magic texts.

To be honest, it feels really weird for a young child to talk about academic theories among a group of old people.

But you have to admit that they are a group of very capable people, they are also very knowledgeable in magic texts, and they can speak in ancient magic texts.

If people who don't know come here, they think they accidentally crossed a thousand years ago.

This friendly conversation continued into the night.

Albert also expressed to Gerber Smith that he was interested in alchemy and asked about the use of ancient magic texts.

Gerber looked at Albert's wooden bracelet, and said with a smile, "There is no problem with the protective bracelet you made. The reason for the failure is actually that you have not been able to inject strength into the runes."

Albert was a little dazed.

"Runi writing is a kind of mysterious writing. It contains mysterious magical power. However, your current practice, just sculpting it, will not give runi writing power." Gerber Smith explained, "Concentrate your mind. , Inject your magical power into the runes you carved. This is why the runes are called magical characters."

When wizards use such magical words to cast spells, the spells they use will become more powerful, and only those who are good at ancient magic words will truly realize this.

Maybe some wizards are vaguely aware of something, but they don't understand what is going on. They just use ancient magic texts skillfully and unknowingly master the methods of using it.

Therefore, wizards would think that ancient magic is more powerful, even if it is true.

Unfortunately, the old man's energy is limited, and the conversation between the two sides ends here.

However, Gerber Smith and Tiberus Ogden indicated that they could establish friendly relations with Albert through correspondence in the future.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the banquet was over, and Albert returned to school through Floo fans.

Albert, who had just gotten up from his chair, realized something was wrong.

He switched from his side to the right. McDoug was in his 40s and 50s, Professor Brod was in his 60s, Gerber Smith was in his 80s, Tiberus Ogden was in his 90s or even a hundred, and What about myself

Twelve years old

Individuals are missing.

A wizard in his twenties or thirties was missing, and he was connected to Mr. McDouger. Perhaps there should be another genius in his twenties and thirties.

Only then is there a rule to follow.

"I think too much" Albert murmured.

Before returning to school through the fireplace, Albert suddenly asked, "Professor Browder, is there no one missing today."

"Why do you ask like this?" Professor Broad was stunned and asked in confusion.

"Nothing, I always feel that this party is missing someone." Albert murmured.

"There are no less people." Professor Brod repeated suspiciously There are no less people. Last time I said that the ancient magic writing is a bit serious. Therefore, it is not that there are fewer people, but the generations. Up. "

Albert always felt that Professor Browder's words had other meanings, and returned to the Gryffindor common room slowly. At this time, the common room was very lively and did not go to bed.

Albert clutched his yawn and went straight back to the dormitory, but none of the other roommates came back.

He held the wooden bracelet in a daze, thinking about what Gerber Smith said.

Nearly 11:30, Li Qiaodan returned to the dormitory, seeming to have a lot of fun.

"Fred and George are not with you." Looking at Li Jordan, who returned to the dormitory alone, Albert frowned slightly. Hogwarts had a curfew after eleven.

"No, I haven't seen Fred and George since just now. I thought they would go back to the dormitory to rest first." Li Qiaodan also frowned slightly.

"Fred and George are not in the common room" Albert suddenly had a bad feeling.

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