The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Ron Weasley didn't have a great summer.

Not long ago, because of the matter of asking Percy to borrow an owl, he had a bad quarrel with the other party.

Ron and Harry had completely lost touch with Harry since the last phone call.

Hermione said in the letter that Harry's uncle probably hated wizards, so he forbade Harry from contacting friends in the wizarding world, and proposed to let Hagrid visit Harry instead of them.

Ron also thought Hermione's proposal was very good, so he wrote a letter to Hagrid, but his owl Errol was very old, and he couldn't bear to let it fly too far to deliver the letter.

The family had bought an owl since Percy became prefect, so Ron wanted to borrow an owl from him.

It's just that Percy's repeated excuses to reject him made Ron very annoyed.

"Percy still doesn't want to borrow the owl." Fred, who was playing wizard cards with Ginny, looked up at Ron, who was downstairs in a rage, and asked.

"Hemes has gone out to deliver the letter," Percy explained casually.

"Don't tell me, you have endless letters every day." Ron checked Errol's situation, and after hearing Percy's words, he turned his head and glared at him, "Please lie and think of a good excuse."

In the end, Ron was still reluctant to let the elderly Errol go out to help him deliver letters to Hagrid. Crossing most of the UK was a severe test for an elderly owl.

"I have." Percy blushed and glared at Ron. "As for who I send the letter to, it's none of your business."

Ginny glanced at Percy secretly, and she knew who Percy was writing to during the summer.

"Has the news from Harry yet?" George took a sip of his drink, picked up the Daily Prophet on the counter, and sat down beside Fred.

"No."

Ron thought it was the trouble he had caused Harry the last time he called Harry.

At that time, it should have been Harry's uncle who answered the phone, and the tone of that person was very bad, or extremely bad.

"Hermione thought Harry might be stuck at home. The uncle who adopted him hated wizards, so Hermione suggested that Hagrid help us visit Harry."

Unbeknownst to Ron, Hagrid had actually written several letters to Harry and never received a reply. He suspected that Harry was in trouble.

It's just that Dumbledore had reminded him before that if it wasn't an urgent matter, don't disturb Harry's life, so Hagrid didn't want to go to Harry directly.

Of course, if Hagrid knew about Harry's situation, he would probably visit the Dursleys in person.

"When I'm rich, I'll definitely buy an owl myself." Ron shoved the letter back into his pocket and muttered softly.

"Rich? You have no hope." Fred joked with a smile, "In the future, when we are rich, come and help us work!"

"Are you rich?" Ron pouted in dissatisfaction.

Of course he knew what the hell Fred and George were doing, but he didn't understand where the confidence of these two guys came from, given their family's situation, they couldn't help them at all.

"It's not something you should worry about." George took a sip of his drink and opened today's Daily Prophet. The drink he had just sipped into his mouth was sprayed out by him, drenching Percy who was sitting across the table. Face.

"What the hell are you doing!" Percy growled.

"Look at today's headlines!" George ignored the furious Percy, spread the Daily Prophet on the table, and greeted the others excitedly.

"What's wrong?"

Fred was the first to put his head close, and then his eyes widened in surprise, "It's really Albert, that guy actually went to France and got himself an international wizard chess champion."

Several of the Weasley children gathered around the table to look at the black-and-white photos on the headlines.

That's a picture of Albert holding the International Wizarding Trophy.

Ron looked at the text under the black-and-white photo and read it out softly: "Albert Anderson from England, beat all his opponents to become the youngest ever champion of the International Wizarding Chess Tournament.

"

Looking at the beautiful young man in the photo, Ron only felt sour in his heart.

The other party is obviously not a few years older than himself, and he has already won the glory of the international wizard chess champion.

What about yourself?

In fact, if possible, Ron also wanted to go to the International Wizarding Games, and also wanted to get this honor like Anderson.

It's a pity that he can only think about it in his heart, he can't even go to France, let alone participate in the international wizarding game.

"I remember the last time that guy wrote that he was going to the United States with someone else, let's stop sending him letters!" Fred mumbled, "Actually, he wrote the wrong place!"

"Children, what are you doing?" Mr. Weasley, who had just gotten off work, came in from the door and asked the children gathered at the table.

"We're watching the news of Albert winning the International Wizarding Chess Championship." Percy was still wiping his cheeks with a handkerchief, "I never knew he was so good at Wizarding Chess."

"It's just that you don't know." Fred said sarcastically.

"The reporters from the Daily Prophet are looking for him now, wanting to give him an exclusive interview." Mr. Weasley knew a little inside. "No one knows where he is now."

"He seemed to say he was going to America."

"Dad, how did Albert go to France and win a World Wizards Chess Championship." Ron was very curious about this, he knew that Albert was a Muggle wizard and was more troublesome than them in some things.

"It seems that someone took him to France." Mr. Weasley didn't know much about it. "It is said that Mr. Bud Broad, one of the former International Wizarding Chess champions, recommended him to participate in the competition."

"Is that Mr. Broad?" Fred and George looked at each other: "I remember that Albert had a good relationship with him. When he was in first grade, Albert often went to Mr. Broad for afternoon tea. ."

"What's the matter, Percy?" Ginny asked in confusion, noticing the change in Percy's face.

"Look here." Percy motioned for the fourth edition.

"Albert is a Muggle wizard, and there are always people who don't like him."

There was a bit of disgust in Mr. Weasley's tone: "They think he used magic, because an underage Muggle wizard can't go to France to participate in an international wizarding chess game."

At this moment, everyone's faces are not very good-looking, there is no doubt that they are full of malicious accusations.

"Of course, this matter was quickly suppressed." Mr. Weasley comforted, "Of course Fudge would not allow such an article to appear. Britain finally won the championship. Isn't it slapped in the face? ?"

"Mr. Bud Broad revealed in an interview that he asked an old friend to send Albert to France to compete..." Mr. Weasley pointed to an interview on the Daily Prophet and said, "Many people are very concerned about That kind of voice is disgusting."

"Albert knows a lot of famous wizards." Fred suddenly said: "He often has correspondence with those famous wizards in letters, and it is normal for someone to protect him."

"No, it's not normal. In fact, just now, the Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items received a large number of reports, and some people reported that the group led by Malfoy had a large number of black magic items hidden in their homes." Mr. Weasley There was a hint of excitement in his tone, "The above even issued a search warrant directly, allowing me to take people to their home for a surprise inspection."

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In the kitchen of McDoug's house, Katrina hurried in with the Daily Prophet.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. McDougall looked at her daughter suspiciously.

"Have you seen the headlines of the Daily Prophet today?" Katrina asked.

"Sit down and talk about something." Isobel took off her apron, put a cup of milk tea in front of Katrina, picked up the Daily Prophet, read the headlines, and said to her mother, "Katrina probably wanted to say My boyfriend won the International Wizarding Chess Championship!"

"Your boyfriend?" Mrs. McDougall was not surprised that her daughter had a boyfriend.

In fact, the last time she heard Isobel mention that it was a boy named Albert Anderson, who was also said to be a brilliant genius.

"As expected of my daughter, she has a good eye." Mrs. McDougall looked at the newspaper and said to Isobel, "If there is a chance, you can invite him to our house."

"Yeah." Isobel replied.

Just then, a woman's voice came from the fireplace.

"Looks like there's something urgent tonight." Mrs. McDougall glanced at the clock, "I may have to work overtime and won't be able to come back at night."

After speaking, she got into the fireplace and disappeared.

Isobel and Katrina looked at each other, as they had seen countless times before.

Katrina recalled what Isobel said just now, her expression suddenly a little subtle.

The sisters sat at the table talking about the newspaper, but they were soon caught up in a photo from the third edition.

In the photo, a beautiful French girl is kissing Albert on the cheek, next to two other beautiful girls.

The Daily Prophet helped Albert fabricate a romantic history through a photo.

"Isobel, you have to be careful, that guy might secretly hide from you and date other girls." Katrina stared at the photo for a long time before she raised her head and said to her sister.

No way, Louise's passionate kiss was too deceptive.

"You think too much!"

Isobel was quite calm and didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"I don't think foreign girls are so enthusiastic." Katrina pouted. "I just don't want you to be deceived."

"The Daily Prophet always likes to play tricks and make some fake news to attract everyone's attention." Isobel pointed to the author of this article, "Rita Skeeter always likes to tell lies and twist the facts, don't you? is that clear?"

Katrina couldn't understand why Isobel was so calm and didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"Okay, don't worry, even if they are rivals in love, they have no chance of winning." Isobel said calmly, "What's more, they are not even rivals in love."

Of course Katrina didn't know, Isobel could ask Albert through the double-sided mirror at any time, if she wanted to. As for how to ask not to make Albert feel uncomfortable, Isobel naturally has his own way.

Moreover, Isobel doesn't actually believe that this is true. What kind of person Albert is, after getting along for so long, will she, the photographer, not know?

On the contrary, it was her sister's reaction, which was a bit beyond her expectations, and Isobel couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

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