The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Noisy!

On the hot barbecue grill, white smoke rose, and the air was filled with the smell of barbecue.

There's a barbecue going on outside Hagrid's cottage.

Albert turned the beef on the grill with food tongs, and the lightly marinated steak appeared slightly browned on the surface.

"Onions, lemons, and eggs." Hagrid put the ingredients on the table, took a bite of the freshly toasted bread on the plate, and stared at the steak Albert was turning, feeling even more hungry.

In the past, Hagrid thought he was good at cooking, but now... he felt like he was cooking the food.

Albert picked up his wand, waved the onion lightly, sliced ​​it with a cutting spell, brushed it with a dipping sauce, and baked it together.

The eggs are fried in a pan, and finally placed on the plate with the grilled steak, served with grilled onion slices, fried eggs and a tablespoon of canned peanuts, and a homemade grilled steak is completed. .

"It smells good. It seems that the grilled steak still needs to be marinated." Hagrid couldn't wait to cut a large piece of beef for himself, and sighed after taking a bite.

"The main fun is actually to taste the food you cook, and you will have an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and achievement." In fact, Albert has cooking skills, but he has never specially upgraded. After all, except for a few times at home, he doesn't really need to cook by himself.

When Albert cut a piece of beef and was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly heard a familiar scream in the distance.

"and many more!"

Albert had put the fork in his mouth and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. It was Fred and the others, who were trotting towards this side.

"You, you are actually grilling steak here?" Fred's eyes widened, looking at Hagrid and Albert who were enjoying grilled steak in disbelief.

Of course, Hogwarts also serves steak. However, when a few people saw that Albert was actually grilling steak here, their hearts suddenly became a little unbalanced.

"It tastes okay." Albert squeezed lemon juice on the steak and ate another piece before raising his head and asking, "Aren't you guys free to come?"

"We came to deliver a letter to you, but I didn't expect to see you hiding here for a barbecue." George had a distressed expression on his face.

"I'm just eating here at Hagrid." Albert took a bite of the roasted onion, put the egg in his mouth with a fork, chewed and swallowed it before asking, "Where's my letter?"

"Here." George handed the letter to Albert.

"Strange, why didn't the owl send the letter directly to me?" Albert was a little puzzled, raising his hand to take the letter handed over by George.

"Professor Smith asked me to give it to you," George explained, staring at the cheesy baked potatoes on the grill.

"If you want to eat, take it yourself, don't get burned." Hagrid felt a little amused, and greeted the three to sit down and eat, "Albert made it, I didn't know his cooking skills were so good."

"Professor Smith?" Albert nodded in understanding. After looking at the sender, he could probably guess what was inside.

"Won't you take it apart and take a look?" Fred's mouth was stuffed with baked potatoes with cheese.

"Oh." Albert thought about it and opened the envelope. It was a letter from Sierra Harris, expressing his willingness to communicate with Albert through letters, and by the way, he introduced two books and alchemy to him. related books.

"What's in it?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.

"Someone is willing to establish a friendly correspondence with me." Albert put the letter back into his pocket and explained with a smile.

"Is it delicious?" George was more concerned about the taste of the grilled steak.

"It's okay." Albert responded and continued to bury his head in eliminating the food on the plate.

After Fred swallowed the baked potatoes, he couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect you to actually cook and eat."

"Why not?" Albert said. "Do it yourself, and have enough food and clothing."

After all, Herb and Daisy were lawyers, and occasionally they were too busy to take care of them.

"The steak is great," Hagrid exclaimed. He had already eaten his portion, which was too small to satisfy Hagrid's appetite, and there was toast on the table, along with bacon and cheese, and a small pot of oatmeal.

"If I had known, we should have come to find you after lunch." Fred couldn't help complaining as he watched Albert put the last piece of beef into his mouth.

"That's right, it's time to go back, it's almost time for lunch." After George and Hagrid greeted, they greeted Fred and Lee Jordan to get up and leave.

"Goodbye, Hagrid." Albert greeted Hagrid and left with the three of them.

On the way back to the castle, George suddenly asked: "By the way, we just saw you and Hagrid come out of the Forbidden Forest together."

"What are you doing in the Forbidden Forest?" Lee Jordan continued.

"This... I promised Hagrid that I wouldn't tell anyone else. If you want to know, just ask Hagrid yourself." Albert knew that the three of them would not ask, otherwise they would have asked just now, no Just ask him now.

"You're hiding it from us," Fred muttered dissatisfiedly.

"No way, who told me to promise Hagrid first." Albert shrugged helplessly.

"Okay." The three of them couldn't help it, knowing that Albert didn't want to say it, so they didn't ask any more.

"By the way, is there a party in the Wizarding Card Club this afternoon?" Lee Jordan is more concerned about this, he is now a loyal supporter of Wizarding Cards.

"Well, there are not many people at the meeting in the auditorium anyway." Albert said, "I have already created the original card."

With that said, Albert took out a few cards and handed them to the three, which were their respective cards.

Fred and George are both wearing Quidditch uniforms and holding broomsticks, while Lee Jordan is wearing a wizard robe, wearing a wizard hat and holding a wand, and Albert himself is wearing a wizard uniform, Holding a book and a wand.

"When were these photos taken?" George took his own card, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help asking.

"What do you say?" Albert smiled without saying a word.

"Is this the case with cards in the future? It finally feels a bit formal!" Fred took the cards and looked at them, very satisfied with his cards.

"What about the other cards?" Lee Jordan asked.

"I haven't done the other cards yet. Do you think I really have that much time to spend on this?" Albert shrugged, "Besides, I don't have any photos of other people."

As for portrait rights?

There is no such thing in the wizarding world.

"I'll take this card!" George was about to stuff his card into his pocket, but was stopped by Albert.

"This can't be done. The original cards must stay with me. These will be used as original cards in the future. I will use the transformation spell on them. Once the original card is modified, other cards will also change." Burt explained.

"Can it still be like this?" Fred was surprised.

"Well, this spell was used in the Daily Prophet, didn't you find it?" Albert asked rhetorically.

Several people shook their heads in unison.

Although they knew that the contents of the Daily Prophet sometimes changed, they had no idea why.

"Then... how long will it take?"

"Who knows? At least until I learn the Transformation Spell." Albert thought about it carefully and said, "It is said that that is the level of... I guess it will take two or three years."

"Two or three years?" Li Jordan said weakly. "In two or three years, will you be able to reach the level?"

"Although it may be a bit arrogant to say this, it is not too difficult for me to graduate from Hogwarts with excellent grades." Albert said disdainfully.

"You didn't go to Ravenclaw, it's really a big loss for them." George sighed again, "After all, do you have such a brain?"

"If you can get more riddles right than Katrina, that's even better."

"You think too much." Albert glanced at Lee Jordan and said rather speechlessly, "That's impossible. Do you think you can win compared to someone who guesses riddles every day?"

"Then why are you betting on riddles with her?" Fred was even more puzzled.

"I want to know how many riddles there are at the entrance of Ravenclaw, and what are the answers to these riddles." Albert said without hesitation: "In the future, I may sneak into Ravenclaw's common room. ."

"I think you're going to be kicked out," Fred said.

"I think so too." George and Lee Jordan echoed.

While the four of them were talking, they had already arrived at the castle, and just as they were about to pass through the hallway, they heard hurried footsteps behind them.

Filch hurried toward them.

"Dirty! Dirty everywhere, I've had enough!" Filch exclaimed angrily, pointing to the muddy footprints on the ground. His eyes bulged, the flesh on his face trembled, and he looked terrifying, "I've had enough...kill the chickens to warn the monkeys...you four, come with me!"

"Cough, calm down, Mr. Filch." Albert took out his wand and waved his mud footprints and boots gently. The mud footprints on the ground disappeared, and the mud on the boots also disappeared.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan looked at each other and cast a descaling spell on their boots.

Unfortunately, they found themselves unable to completely remove the smudges from it.

"How did you do it?" George couldn't help asking.

"The Vanishing Curse." Albert waved his wand to clean up for them, and then said to Filch, who was stunned, "Can we go?"

Without waiting for Filch to answer, the four of them walked through the foyer and entered the auditorium, leaving Filch and others who were going to watch the play with a stunned expression. By the time he regained his senses, the four of Albert had already left.

Filch was trembling all over, and there were a few students watching the play beside him. Unfortunately, they didn't know there was a word called "suffering pond fish", so the two unlucky Hufflepuff students were used by Filch as an example to kill chickens.

They wanted to do what Albert did, but unfortunately, neither of them could use the Vanishing Spell.

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