The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The snow had stopped all night, and the field of vision was covered with snow, which gleamed in the sun. The house-elf Noel is using magic to clear a path in the snow for people to walk.

In the villa, Albert changed himself into a formal wizard robe, sat on the armchair in the library, casually flipping through the books, waiting for the arrival of other wizards. Saying that you are not curious about alchemy gatherings is definitely a lie.

Albert's patience was not tested for too long, and a very old wizard walked slowly towards the hall of the villa with the help of the house-elf.

"...Those guys don't have a sense of time now." Albert vaguely heard the old wizard's nagging and complaining.

"No, old man, I'm sure your pocket watch is a few minutes ahead of the others." Another younger old wizard glanced at his pocket watch and greeted him with a smile, "The appointed time has just arrived. ."

It didn't take long for everyone to appear outside the villa one after another as if they had made an appointment in advance, and entered the villa lobby under the guidance of the house elves.

Albert closed the book, packed up his clothes, and walked towards the villa hall.

As soon as he walked outside the hall of the villa, the loud conversation inside had already entered Albert's ears.

"There are many fewer familiar faces than last time."

"Why didn't Nico come, I remember he seemed to be living in seclusion in Devon."

"You said Nico, I remember the last time Dumbledore invited him to a party."

"Don't think about it, Niko hasn't come to the party for many years, and he probably doesn't want to come."

"Why didn't Dumbledore come this year?"

"Who knows?"

"I wrote to Dumbledore, and he said he had something to do this year and would not come to participate."

The wizards said one sentence after another, and did not deliberately lower their voices. The hall was full of noise. Albert did not go in immediately, but leaned against the wall to listen to the people inside.

"What about Gerber Smith, why didn't he come this year?" asked a loud voice.

"It's probably still on the way."

"If it continues like this, I'm afraid there won't be even five people at the next gathering." Another wizard with a low-level voice couldn't help complaining.

"It's not as exaggerated as you said."

"We haven't had fresh blood to join in a long time."

"It's also very difficult for wizards to learn formal alchemy these days."

"Why don't Dumbledore start alchemy at Hogwarts?"

"Are you going to teach?"

"No one goes back to teach. Most of the people here are semi-retired. Didn't Bud say that this party invites a new person? Who has seen it?"

A middle-aged wizard quickly changed the subject. He had encountered such a thing at the last meeting. If he didn't say anything, he would have to listen to these old men nagging for a long time.

"I haven't seen it before. Bud said it will give us an unexpected surprise." Another thin old man with a monocle and gloves said. He was a metalsmith named Jeron Balder.

"Last time, the one from Gerber Smith's family was reluctant. However, I heard that he won't come this year, so don't call me at the next meeting. Everyone won't come, and it doesn't feel interesting anymore." A short, bald old man who was in his seventies couldn't help complaining. He is the famous Gobalot, a potion master who is good at configuring antidote, or using alchemy to extract the raw materials of potion. Anyone who is good at potions must know Gobalot, or the third law of Gobalot.

"Okay, old man, just think it's our party to meet, maybe who will leave that day." Another old wizard was very optimistic.

"Come on, Tofody. You're much older than us," someone muttered.

"Next time, don't invite me, this trip is enough to toss people, and all the bones in the body are about to fall apart." Another old wizard complained.

"You're not my age. Besides, you're not Nico,

Osteoporosis at this age? "

Tofudi shook his head and said, "Remember to drink some milk every day."

"By the way, haven't you said that you can't come to the party for a long time?"

"Bud told me that there will be a newcomer this year. It is said that he is still a genius. I will definitely come to see it." Professor Tofudi is not very good at alchemy, but he is interested in the genius that Bud Broad said. Moreover, their so-called incompetence is only incomparable to these people.

Moments later, the house-elf appeared in the hall with a drink, serving everyone their favorite drink.

"Toles, if you don't like it, you can add some sugar cubes to the milk." Professor Tofody suggested with a smile.

"Only Dumbledore would do this. At my age, I can't eat too sweet and greasy food." The old wizard named Thors couldn't help complaining.

"Dumbledore never considered himself old."

Several old people were so polite that Dumbledore, who was not ready to come to the party, came out to ridicule. Most of them have known each other for years and don't care much about these things.

Probably because he is a little old, his ears are a little hard to hear, and his voice is loud.

The famous Nicole LeMay was actually ridiculed by them as suffering from osteoporosis? And Dumbledore often eats sweets but is not afraid of diabetes.

Albert's face trembled slightly, and he could hear everything outside the hall clearly, he really didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you go in?" Professor Broad asked with a smile.

"It's very interesting to listen to them chatting." Albert explained casually, and when he went in, he would probably become a topical figure, and he would not hear those interesting things.

There were only nine people in total, most of them were very old wizards, and there were only a few middle-aged wizards who were relatively young. After Albert followed into the hall, he unexpectedly became the focus of everyone, and the wizards in the hall all turned to their side. Head looked over.

"Albert, sit over there!" Professor Broad pointed to the seat next to him.

"Bud, is this the Mr. Anderson you're talking about?" Everyone looked at Albert curiously. Thanks to his experience, he sat calmly next to Professor Broad and moved towards a few. The old man who was looking at himself nodded as a greeting.

Then, he said to the two old men who were speaking French: "I admit that I am indeed relatively young, but knowledge does not distinguish between ages, right?"

The two old men looked at each other, but they were not embarrassed because they were overheard whispering, but were surprised that Albert could speak French fluently.

"French?"

"British."

This time, Albert was in English.

"A genius indeed," the old man said to Professor Broad, "at least, in language."

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