The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The rain has not stopped since the morning, and it has continued until now, and it even has a growing trend. The streets outside show signs of being flooded by rain.

Hermione sat alone in the room next to the entrance, flipping through the newspaper in her hand by the burning candle, and looked outside from time to time, as if expecting to see someone outside the street.

"Is this the price of exposing false lies?"

Flipping through the latest issue of "Daily Prophet", there is no news about the public execution yesterday, but a bunch of wizards were ruthlessly arrested.

Since yesterday's incident, the Death Eaters seemed to have eaten dynamite and raided the homes of members of the Order of the Phoenix overnight, preparing to make them pay the price.

Fortunately, Fred brought the alarm in time, allowing some members of the Order of the Phoenix who did not live in the headquarters to escape.

The unproductive Death Eaters vented their anger by brutally burning Kingsley's house.

However, neither Voldemort nor Yaxley would let it stop, and several wizarding families with ties to the Order of the Phoenix were raided by Death Eaters.

They really couldn't find anyone from the Order of the Phoenix, so they arrested people related to them as a threat to drive a wedge between them and see who would dare to have contact with the Order of the Phoenix.

The group who just rescued Hagrid received a lot of bad news before they had time to celebrate.

They were at a loss for a while, and the violent reaction of the Death Eaters was obviously beyond everyone's expectations.

No one expected that the Death Eaters would go crazy and spread to other people around them.

After everyone racked their brains and couldn't think of a good solution, they pinned their hopes on Albert, who was going to visit Hagrid, and hoped that the magical Anderson could provide a solution.

Therefore, Hermione took the initiative to take over the task of monitoring the area around the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix in the surveillance room, lest they be ambushed by Death Eaters when they came over.

"Ginny, how is Hagrid doing?"

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Hermione put down the newspaper and looked sideways at the person coming.

"It's still the same, shutting himself in the room without eating or drinking. Grapp's death has dealt a great blow to Hagrid."

Ginny handed Hermione the oily paper bag containing the beef patties, and looked sideways at the rain outside, seeing nothing but a cloud of gray.

"Hagrid must be very sorry."

Hermione could understand Hagrid's current mood very well. Obviously everything could be changed, but she still turned to the worst result because of her stubbornness.

"Things have already happened, and it's useless to regret it!"

Ginny looked sad, she thought of Charlie's death, the Weasley family regretted it from beginning to end, but what's the use of that?
There is no regret medicine in this world.

"Didn't Mr. Anderson say when he'll be here?" Ginny asked, changing the subject.

"He only said that he would come to visit Hagrid in the afternoon, but he didn't say when he would arrive." Hermione took a bite of the steaming pie, which was freshly baked and tasted pretty good.

"Maybe, Anderson really has some magical method. After all, his brain is indeed smarter than everyone else, and he also has foresight."

When Hermione talked about Albert, her face was full of admiration, especially the plan to save Hagrid this time. They saved Hagrid from under Voldemort's nose at almost no cost. It is unimaginable to everyone.

Even the reactions of the mysterious man and the Death Eaters had been predicted by him, but sometimes it might not be possible to avoid them.

"You like him!" Ginny said suddenly.

Hermione corrected with a dry cough, "I just kind of admire him."

"I used to admire Harry too."

Ginny was very aware of Hermione's current situation. She really wanted to remind her friend to keep her head clear, but she couldn't break the other's last little hope. Hermione probably didn't expect anything.

Although he no longer had to worry about someone robbing him of Harry, Ron probably had no chance.

"What are you talking about?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, and Ron appeared outside the monitoring room with two glasses of butter beer.

"Hagrid's business."

Hermione lied, "I'm a little worried about him."

"Sirius proposed to give Hagrid a large glass of tranquilizer." Ron handed the butterbeer in his hand to Hermione, looked sideways at the rain outside and asked, "Did Anderson say when to come?"

"It should be soon."

Hermione didn't pay attention to Ron's gaze, and suddenly said, "Help me here for a while, I'll go see how Hagrid is doing."

"Why does someone have to be here to meet them?"

Looking at Hermione's leaving back, Ron muttered and looked at his sister.

"You really look like a big fool."

Ginny gave Ron a blank look, and left with Hermione, leaving behind a bewildered Ron.

"What happened to me?"

Ron picked up the newspaper on the armchair, and looked at the reports about today, and his mood suddenly became a little heavy.

"Although it is indeed a pleasant thing to swell their faces, the consequences are also very serious." He murmured.

Ron didn't think it was a problem to save Hagrid, and it would be sooner or later to start a full-scale war with the mysterious man, but the problem was difficult to solve.

While Ron was flipping through the newspaper, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside, and three figures were walking across the street towards this side.

"You're actually here to welcome us."

Fred raised his eyebrows slightly after seeing Ron who was standing at the gate to greet them.

"Why, so excited to see Albert?" George joked with a smile.

"How is Hagrid?"

Albert waved his wand to remove the water on his body.

"Not too good, Hagrid was hit hard." Ron led the way, "Everyone is waiting for you."

"Why, are you holding a celebration banquet?" Fred raised his eyebrows and asked.

"There's no celebration party, but if you want a butterbeer, there's one," said Ron grumpily.

What time is it now, who still has the mind to play with those things.

"Who still drinks butterbeer now?" Fred put his arm around Ron's neck and asked sideways. "You, George?"

"Certainly not." George also put his arms around Ron's neck from the other side, "Probably only Ronnie, who is not grown up, would like that thing."

The twins put their arms around Ron's neck, successfully diverting the topic.

Of course they are aware of the situation in the magic world, but now that everything has happened, what can Albert do?
Jailbreak?
They do have similar plans, but they must not be passive, because that is likely to put all participants in danger.

"You two bastards."

Ron pushed the Weasley twins away quite annoyed, stopped and turned to Albert and said, "Hermione has been waiting for you in the monitoring room, worried that you will be ambushed."

"Don't worry, no one is so short-sighted."

"However, she just went in to see Hagrid." Ron ignored Fred and continued, "After Hagrid woke up this morning, he locked himself in his room without eating or drinking."

"He needs to vent, and he should be fine after venting." Albert was not surprised, if Hagrid didn't respond, it would be abnormal.

"that……"

After hesitating for a moment, Ron still mentioned the Death Eaters' revenge yesterday.

"You should have read today's newspaper. The Death Eaters didn't catch members of the Order of the Phoenix, but they caught many wizards related to the Order of the Phoenix."

"This is a conspiracy, there is no good solution." Albert looked at Fred, who shrugged, "I reminded everyone, but you can't expect them all to be willing to hide."

"do not have it?"

Ron was disappointed, and even his tone became less enthusiastic.

"The incident yesterday completely embarrassed the Mysterious Man and the Death Eaters, and they had to resort to other more radical means to stabilize their rule." Albert deliberately raised the volume after seeing Sirius approaching. Some, "It's not wise to fight the Death Eaters now, because those guys want you to do that."

"What about the others?" Ron couldn't help asking.

"This is war, and they need to be responsible for their own choices. Since they are unwilling to hide, they should think about this instead of counting on the mercy of the enemy." Albert said softly.

Sirius, who was about to say something, suddenly fell silent.

"This matter is not over yet." Albert glanced at the people who appeared in the corridor, and reminded kindly, "If you don't want to surrender or flee, but choose to continue to confront the mysterious person, you should be mentally prepared. Nothing should be left to chance."

"This is a war, a life-and-death wizard war."

Everyone looked embarrassed, but fortunately, Furong broke the embarrassment in a timely manner.

"Would you like some beef patties? We baked a lot just now, and I heard they said you like freshly baked pies." She enthusiastically stuffed the still warm beef patties into the hands of the three of them.

"Oh, thanks." Albert said with a smile.

"Don't crowd here, talk inside if you have something to say."

Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically pulled Albert into the living room and poured him a glass of butter beer.

"Mom, what about us?" Fred asked.

"Pour yourself."

"Didn't you say you don't drink butter beer?"

Ron glared at the pie-eating and butterbeer twins.

"Little Ronnie, how can you take that seriously?" George smiled and took a big swig of butter beer.

"I want to see Hagrid."

Albert said to Sirius who came to clink glasses with him.

"Hagrid's condition is very bad. We prepared a large pot of tranquilizer for him." Sirius pointed to the cauldron beside him and said.

"No, this thing works better." Albert took out a bottle of Flame Whiskey from his pocket as if conjuring, "It's not good to keep suppressing your emotions, it's better to just vent it."

"Hagrid didn't drink less, he almost buried his head in the barrel." Mrs. Weasley obviously didn't support Hagrid's drinking to relieve his worries.

"I mixed some water of life and death into it, which should be able to make him sleep well," Albert explained.

"Perhaps, your method is more reliable." Sirius greeted with a smile: "Come with me, Harry is with Hagrid."

Sirius ignored Mrs. Weasley's gaze and led Albert in front. They walked through the stairs to the third floor. Harry and Hermione were talking outside the corridor, and looked sideways after hearing footsteps.

"Albert!" Hermione stepped forward and gave Albert a brief hug, "When did you arrive?"

"Just now." Albert looked at the closed room filled with the smell of alcohol, and asked, "How is Hagrid?"

"I just put Hagrid down with the Stunning Charm, and I'm sleeping now." Harry was a little embarrassed, and added, "I think he should take a rest."

"Well, give this bottle of wine to him next time, and say that I brought it to him when I came to visit him. It contains water of life and death, so that you don't have to use the stun spell."

"That's a really good idea." Harry muttered, took Albert's bottle of hot whiskey, and said suddenly, "By the way, thank you for saving Hagrid, if it wasn't for you, I don't know what would have happened thing."

"Hagrid is also my friend." Albert said calmly, "I hope he can get out of the trough as soon as possible."

"If Hagrid feels guilty because of Glop's death, then tell him that it was the Death Eaters who killed Glop, and it wasn't his fault." Albert told Harry before leaving.

"Are you ready to leave?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"Yes, I have other things to do."

"Fred and George always complain about you being lazy," said Hermione, blinking.

"They always think I'm idle."

"By the way, there is something..."

When Hermione and Albert went downstairs, they told about Hagrid killing the two dark wizards.

"If you die, you will die. Whoever's brother is killed will go crazy." Albert looked at Hermione and said, "You still can't accept killing the enemy?"

"Don't you also like killing people?" Hermione asked rhetorically.

"Honestly, I'm a little surprised."

"Accident what?"

"You are more immature than I expected." Albert stopped at the door, turned his head and said to Hermione, "I thought Ron would be the most immature of the three of you, it seems that Charlie's Death dealt him a great blow."

"Remember Hermione." Albert's tone was so calm that Hermione felt uneasy, "You can hate killing, hate doing that, but you can't lose the courage to kill the enemy, because you who are involved in the war may need to be killed. to kill your enemies."

"This is the wizarding war, and if it is a war, it must be accompanied by death."

Hermione opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't speak.

"Also, I really don't like killing people with my own hands, but it doesn't mean I won't find ways to kill them." Albert held up his umbrella and walked into the rain, "Remember, the kindness to the enemy is the greatest cruelty to yourself."

"I think he's right, that's what war is like, you die or I live." Harry suddenly appeared at some point, patted Hermione on the shoulder and said, "No one likes to kill, but if necessary, I will will do that."

Yes, he will.

"Albert left?"

Ron walked down the stairs, looked at the two people standing in the hall and asked.

"Well, I just left." Hermione asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"Mum wants to keep him for dinner at HQ," said Ron.

"I think he would prefer to go back to be with his family." Hermione said, looking at the rain ahead.

"You know eating isn't the point." Ron sighed. "Everyone wants to get some advice from Albert."