The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Aberforth was stunned when he heard Albert say this, but he never thought that the other party actually had this idea. It just requires potions made from materials obtained from the black market, or the manufacture of magic props requires complex craftsmanship and technology. It feels incredible to hear from a young wizard like Albert, even a joke prop is not a child can do. easily made.

However, Fred, George and Lee Jordan don't think so. They are very aware of Albert's abilities and naturally think that what Albert said is very reasonable. Some things really cannot be obtained from regular channels, so they can only go to the black market. If someone can help them in this regard, it will naturally save a lot of time and trouble.

Albert didn't intend to continue to struggle with these questions, looked at Aberforth, and asked, "How can I get the Patronus to speak?"

"Perhaps, you should master the physical Patronus first, and then consider this issue." Aberforth did not answer Albert's question.

"I think I will be able to master the physical Patronus very soon." Albert said softly: "If you don't mind, we can talk about how to get the Patronus to speak before the thief comes back, like this The method of communication is very special, as far as I know, there is no relevant record in the library, if I can, I don’t want to miss such an opportunity.”

Aberforth narrowed his eyes. If he had ignored the guy in front of him with his temper, he would have driven him out of the Pig's Head Bar. However, Albert's specialness caught his attention, and Aberforth was eager to see what amazing things the guy in front of him would do.

"Knowledge is priceless." Aberforth said with a smile, the little old man now looks like a profiteer.

"Of course, my reputation is very reliable." Albert understood what the other party meant, didn't he just want money?

However, Albert is not a big deal. He raised his hands and asked, "What's the price?"

"Okay." Aberforth quickly suppressed the surprise on his face and nodded.

"However, before that, you must first teach me how to get the Patronus to speak. After I learn it, I will pay you the other nine Galleons." Albert said his request.

"How do I know if you have mastered it?" Aberforth asked rhetorically.

"I think it will be almost by this time next year, and Hagrid will be our witness." Albert looked at Hagrid and said, "Whether I have it or not, I will pay you the other nine Galleons, but during the period you must Tell me how to get the Patronus to speak."

"Many wizards have never been able to summon a physical Patronus in their entire lives," Aberforth said meaningfully. He agreed, though, and found it interesting.

He didn't understand where Albert's confidence came from, but that didn't prevent him from making this transaction with Albert.

"Under normal circumstances, the physical Patronus cannot be summoned. It can only be said that they have never tried to practice the Patronus Charm." Albert said indifferently.

"What are you talking about, I can't understand it?" Hagrid was still confused.

However, Fred and the others were unbelievable that Albert was willing to spend ten Galleons to learn a spell like a guy who didn't seem to be very reliable.

What's even more ridiculous is that they actually still talked.

Mundungus didn't let everyone wait too long, and hurried back soon, still carrying a small bucket in his hand, which was full of salt, and he handed the bucket directly to Albert.

"You are very insincere." Albert glanced at the salt in the keg, did not reach out to take it, but looked at Mundungus with a scrutiny, and said, "Trade must pay attention to integrity, even in the black market, This relationship will last long enough.”

"Are you making fun of me?" Mundungus looked a little exasperated and shut up as soon as he pulled out his wand, because he was stunned to find that his wand had been disarmed by the boy in front of him, and Fred and others were also Draw out your wand and point it at yourself for the first time,

A look of eagerness to try.

"This requires five barrels, maybe you should change to a larger barrel." Albert still kept a faint smile on his face, reminding Mundungus kindly.

"You're amazing." Mundungus took the wand thrown by Albert, and the Apparition disappeared.

"Where did you say that guy got the salt?" Li Jordan looked at where Mundungus disappeared, turned his head and asked Albert.

"Does this matter? Things in the black market are never clean." Of course Albert could guess that the bucket of salt was probably stolen from somewhere by Mundungus. However, Albert didn't care about the origin of these things, so he was naturally prepared to buy things on the black market.

After a while, Mundungus came back cursing, holding a vat full of salt in his hand.

"Your Galleon." Albert put a Galleon in Mundungus's hand and said with a smile: "Look, isn't this pretty good?"

The dissatisfaction on Mundungus' face was swept away when he saw Garen.

It was a good deal for him, the salt and barrels were from Muggles, and it only took him a while to earn a Galleon.

However, Mundungus soon saw what silenced him, as Albert waved his wand and cast a spell on the bucket of salt.

After a moment, he raised his head and said, "It seems that you did not use the copying spell to copy the salt."

Not only Mundungus was silent, even Fred looked at Albert in amazement.

"Is it weird? It's not weird, after all, I'm dealing with people in the black market. There's nothing wrong with being careful." Albert's tone was still flat, as if he should have done it.

"What if Mundungus used the Copying Charm?" Aberforth asked curiously, and the scene just now refreshed his understanding of Albert.

"What do you think?" Albert said with a half-smile.

The surroundings fell into a longer silence, and no one would think that it was a friendly smile.

"He's a ruthless guy," Aberforth thought.

"By the way, I hope you don't have an anti-stalking spell on your body. If I need something, I will contact you through the owl. By the way, your name is Mundungus, right, I remember your name. "Speaking, Albert took out a note from his pocket, and really wrote down Mundungus' name.

Mundungs ​​couldn't help wiping his cold sweat secretly, scolding Albert's insidiousness, and fortunately he didn't think of using the copying spell just now, otherwise he didn't know what would happen.

He remembered another thing, rubbed his palms and said, "If you need rune eggs, I can find a way to get them for you. Of course, the price is not cheap."

"If you can get it, you can write to me, my name is Albert." Albert said, "By the way, I only need two."

"Mundungus actually agreed." Hagrid thought it was incredible.

"He can easily make money from me, why don't you agree?" Albert pouted and said, "Aren't they just for the money?"

"Aren't you afraid that Mundungus will fool you with fakes and defective products?" Aberforth asked rhetorically. In the black market, this situation is actually very common.

"I hold a grudge," said Albert. "If Mundungus did this, I wouldn't mind letting him understand why the flowers were so red and why the sun rose from the east."

"That's not good." Aberforth was choked. Although he didn't understand what those words meant, he already knew Albert's attitude.

"It's time for us to go back." Hagrid said suddenly, "I'll send you back, don't think about staying here too long."

"Oh, Hagrid, we have other things to do," said George dryly.

"No, you have to go back, or I'll tell Professor McGonagall about it and tell her that you sneaked to Hogsmeade, and I think she'll put you in confinement." Hagrid unceremoniously offered a big Killer.

"Let's go to see Lou Wei with you." Lee Jordan suddenly said.

"No, you must go back to the castle now," insisted Hagrid.

"Oh, well, don't be mad at Hagrid."

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