The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 134 The absurd but true thing

Albert was stunned, of course he knew who Mog McDougal was.That is Bud Brod's friend, a well-known contemporary magic master, said to be as famous as the author of "The Theory of Magic" Adebe Waughlin.

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The Mog McDougal in front of him is different from what he imagined. It should be said...

"What's the matter?" Mog McDougal noticed the momentary astonishment on Albert's face, and asked suspiciously, "Is there something on my face?"

"I thought...you would be younger." Albert hesitated for a while, but still couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart.

"Sorry. It was my slip of the tongue."

"Young...haha, no need to apologize, I'm really not young anymore." McDougal didn't mind Albert's gaffe at all, and pointed to the sofa inside with a smile, "Come in first, Bud should be here soon came back."

Albert sat across from McDougal a little cautiously, but his eyes were attracted by the parchment on the table, all of which were written in runes.

"It seems that what Bud said is right, you do have high attainments in this area." McDougal took a sip of black tea, looked at Albert and nodded, seemingly satisfied.

Albert also noticed McDougal's gentle smile, how should I put it?

The way the other party looked at me was very special...and very familiar.

"I thought Isobel's talent was good enough." McDougal said softly, "She is one of the best children I have ever seen."

"Isobel?" Albert cast a searching look at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"My distant niece." McDoug nodded towards the parchment full of ancient runes, and asked Albert with a smile, "Bud and I are going to write a book of ancient runes. Are you interested in participating?" ?"

"Me?" Albert felt that he had heard something absurd. The other party would actually invite a child to write a book together.

"It's you who want to write it, not us." Professor Broad opened the door and walked in, nodded to Albert and said, "You came a little earlier than I thought, what do you want to drink?"

"Milk tea." Albert was stunned for a moment, then instinctively replied.

Professor Broad waved his wand lightly, and a cup of fragrant milk tea appeared in front of Albert out of thin air.

"I can see that you have high attainments in ancient runes, so I recommend you to Mogg. Of course, the main work of writing books is done by Mogg, and we just help him as thugs. "

"It's incredible." Albert said honestly.

"Me too?" Albert asked tentatively, "If you tell it, it will probably become the funniest joke in this century."

"Don't say that, you are special, more dazzling than Isobel." McDougal explained, "I think you might be useful, don't you mind?"

"do not mind."

"Of course, I think you will definitely learn a lot in this process?" McDougal said with a smile, "Let's get to know each other again, Mog McDougal."

"Albert Anderson, nice to meet you, Mr. Mog McDougal." Albert reached out and shook his hand. Although it felt very unreal, it seemed that he had met an incredible guy.

"Are you going to write a textbook, or..."

"No, it's a more advanced book. It's not for students to read as material, but it involves more profound things in the study of ancient runes." McDougal explained, "Perhaps, you haven't come into contact with it yet." That area, but ancient runes do contain special powers, and some ancient spells use it. If Dumbledore is willing to help, our progress will be much faster."

"Nowadays, there are very few people who really know how to use ancient runes." Professor Brod was not stingy with his praise. "Mogg is an expert in this field."

"No, no, Bud, at least I have one in front of me." McDougal smiled and nodded slightly towards Albert's wooden bracelet, "The workmanship is a bit rough, but it is undeniable that this is Prototype... would you mind lending me a look at your results?"

"Huh?" Albert realized what the other party said, took off the wooden bracelet, and handed it to McDougal.

"If it were me, I would suggest you to use yew wood to make it. Although the guardian tree also has a special effect, it can't perfectly stimulate the power of the runes." McDougal's fingers brushed the wooden bracelet Rune Rune, looked at Albert with interest and asked: "Unfortunately, you haven't really mastered the way to use it yet."

Albert's eyes lit up, and he stared at Mog McDougal. He felt that his doubts about the runes might be solved by him.

"Don't worry, you are already ahead of many people in this area, at least Bud doesn't understand these things." McDougal said softly, looking sideways at his friend.

"I'm not you. I haven't done research in this area." Professor Broad didn't care about his friend's jokes at all. "You are far behind me in terms of practice."

"Each has its own strengths." McDougal looked at the parchment on the table without any embarrassment on his face, "Well, I think we should focus on our work."

"Can I ask?" Albert picked up a piece of parchment and asked, "Where did you get these things, let me tell you, the runes on it."

"This is one of Ravenclaw's legacy." Professor Brod didn't care how shocking it was, so he said it directly.

"Inheritance?" Albert was surprised, but quickly calmed down.

"Yes, heritage, the wisdom of Ravenclaw." McDougal said: "It's amazing. I'm going to summarize it and write it into a book so that others can interpret this knowledge. One day, people will realize the magical power contained in ancient runes."

"I have never seen any magical powers in these words." Professor Brod reminded aloud.

"Because you don't know enough about runes." McDougal pointed out the problem unceremoniously, "Okay, let's get started!"

He flicked his wand, and the parchment and quill appeared out of thin air, ready to record.

It was a tedious job, and it was hard for Albert to believe that he was actually involved in it. When he came out of Professor Brod's office, he was in a trance, and there was still a buzzing in his head, constantly echoing the time he heard , have experienced... Although I understand it, my brain can't handle these chaotic knowledge well for a while.

Albert didn't even realize when he returned to the Gryffindor lounge, when he closed his eyes and rested, and kept recalling the string of runes and the words McDougal said in his brain until he didn't know I fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)