The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 25 Future Players

Chapter 25 Future Players
"It sounds like Filch is like a big devil." Albert was amused by the twins' evaluation of Filch, a bit like the immediate sense of the former students who regarded the strict housekeeper as an old witch.

"No, everyone hates him," Fred said with a serious face. "Even people like Percy say that. I really can't think of any other reason not to believe it."

"What is a person like Percy? Isn't he your brother? Is it really good to talk about his family like that?" Albert resisted the urge to complain, took out a pocket watch from his pocket and looked at the time, turned to face The three said, "Okay, it's almost time. Go to the hall for breakfast first, and then walk around the castle."

This time, they took the same path that Albert had taken in the morning, and the twins showed great interest in the secret passage.When passing the moving stairs, there was no waiting, and the foyer was reached smoothly.

When I walked into the auditorium for breakfast, the four long tables were basically empty, the enchanted ceiling was gray and it might rain at any moment.

"We're probably the first ones to get up." George Weasley was cutting the potatoes on the plate with a knife, looking up at the empty auditorium, and said in a slightly helpless tone, "I don't even remember the last time I got up this early. What time is it?"

"Three years ago," Fred said suddenly.

"You still remember." George looked at his brother in disbelief. "Could it be a guess?"

"Of course I guessed." Fred couldn't help laughing, "You actually take it seriously?"

"Sure enough."

"What are you painting?" Li Kan asked.

"Record the place we've just walked, and I'm going to draw a map of Hogwarts." Albert flipped the parchment over and showed them what was on it.

"I'm more curious about what is that in your hand?" Fred stared at Albert's pen, and he found that Albert had been drawing, but never got any ink, which was abnormal.

"What do you mean? Pens, Muggles use it to write, and quills can't be carried around and used, and it's not very convenient to use." Albert handed Fred his pen, which was Herb The birthday present I bought for him is not a good one, but it has been used for many years.

"It feels a bit like a quill," said Fred, looking at the nib.

"Of course, the principle of a fountain pen is similar to that of a quill pen. Its advantage is that it can store ink and can be used for a long time." Albert handed the parchment in front of the three of them, "Our current location is in the auditorium, and if we go out, the front The hall, the marble steps lead to the moving staircase, Filch's office is near here, and there are two doors leading to the basement, the door on the left leads to the kitchen (left from the stairs), and on the right I I haven't been there yet, the kitchen is probably here, the entrance is a huge silver bowl full of fruit, and when you touch the big pear, the doorknob will appear."

"Your records are really detailed." Li took the parchment and looked at the location of the kitchen. He felt that if he went there, he should be able to find it. He handed the parchment to one of the twins and asked, "We'll go later. where?"

"I'm going to find the specific location of the classroom first, so that I can't find the way next time." Albert put away the parchment handed back by George and said, "Then, stop by and see if you can find secret passages, these secret passages. Often hidden behind tapestries, stone carvings, stone walls, or even portraits."

"According to you, it shouldn't be difficult to find the secret passage." After Fred wiped out the baked potatoes on the plate, he was already eager to try.

"No, the point is that some secret passages require specific passwords, or touch certain special locations." Albert shook his head and said, "I was able to find the kitchen, but I found the entrance by chance because I touched the portrait. "

"Why, do you think that painting has a secret?" A girl's voice sounded beside him, Albert turned his head to look over, it was Angelina, a freshman from the same college, and they talked a few words last night.

"Of course it's because it's too suspicious. The size of the fruit portrait is almost the same as that of Mrs. Fatty's. It's like telling everyone that there is a secret passage here." Albert said in a natural tone.

"Oh!" After the four of them listened, they couldn't understand Albert's thinking logic.

However, it turns out that Albert's guess was right.

In other words, this guy's brain is really good.

"Johnson, are you alone?" Albert asked suspiciously, "Where's your roommate?"

"You can actually remember my surname." Angelina's face showed a surprised expression.In fact, even her roommate couldn't remember her name.

After all, everyone has only known each other for a while, and they haven't even said a few words. It's normal that they can't remember.

"My memory has always been good." Albert introduced with a smile: "This is Li, and the twins are George and Fred. Of course, don't ask me who is who, I can't tell who is who."

"I'm George, George Weasley."

"No, no, I'm George, he's Fred." The other twin retorted.

"Many twins like to play this kind of trick. They like to wear the same clothes and dress up, so that people can't figure out who is who." Albert suddenly looked at the owl flying towards him.

"You forgot to introduce yourself, Albert." Li Jordan reminded.

"Oh, sorry, I saw my owl." Albert picked up a piece of bread and shredded it and fed it to Shera who fell on the table.

"My name is Albert Anderson."

"Anderson, aren't you eating?" Angelina asked suspiciously, making herself a sandwich.

"I just ate in the kitchen, just call me Albert." Albert touched his owl and said, "I have something to send home on weekends, so remember to come to the lobby in the morning. "

Sheila let out a cry, indicating that she knew.

Another owl flew into the hall and threw a copy of the Daily Prophet on Albert's desk.However, it's head is average, and it almost hit George's pumpkin porridge. If Fred's hands were fast, he would have been soaked in the porridge, and then dipped in jam, it is estimated that he would be able to eat.

"Can you lend me a look?" Angelina asked, picking up the newspaper. "I want to see the Quidditch column."

"Oh, of course," said Albert.

"Do you like Quidditch too?" the twins asked in unison.

"Of course I like it, but unfortunately, the first year cannot participate in the Quidditch selection." Angelina regretted this very much.

"Okay, if there is a shortage of Quidditch, you can get Professor McGonagall to agree." Albert noticed that several people were staring at him, and shrugged helplessly, "It is said that the first year cannot participate in the selection, But there are always exceptions, and the rules themselves are meant to be broken.”

"Oh, forget it." Angelina didn't think she could change Professor McGonagall's mind, "I've already found out that next semester, Gryffindor will graduate with a Chaser, and I'm going to sign up at that time and try it out. what about you?"

The twins said in unison: "The batter suits us better."

(End of this chapter)

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