The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 475 The Worries of the Wild Smiths
At night, as the sky gradually darkened, Albert folded the Marauder's Map and put it in his pocket, and left the Room of Requirement amidst the whistles of Fred, George and Lee Jordan.

The three of them seemed to have some wonderful misunderstanding about Albert's statement that he had an appointment with someone else.

Albert didn't bother to explain to them, so let's just misunderstand, anyway, it's not like Isobel hasn't dated before.

When he walked through the secret passage to the third floor, Albert took out his pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the pointer on it. It was still a few minutes before seven o'clock in the evening.

This time is enough for him to walk to the door of Professor McGonagall's office.

Just after seven o'clock, Albert stuffed his pocket watch into his pocket and raised his hand to knock on the wooden door of the office.

After a while, footsteps came from the door.

Professor McGonagall opened the door, looked at Albert standing outside the door and said, "Very punctual."

"I want to borrow..."

Before Albert finished speaking, he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"Bud has already written to me about this." Professor McGonagall stepped back two steps, let the door open, and signaled Albert to enter the room to speak.

"You should know how to use Floo powder, right?"

"will use."

"That's good." Professor McGonagall handed the box containing the Floo powder to Albert, and suddenly reminded him: "You must come back before the curfew."

"Got it." Albert picked up a pinch from the box and sprinkled the Floo powder on the fireplace.

With a whoosh, the fire in the fireplace rolled up green flames, rising higher than the two of them.

Albert walked straight into the fire, shouted "192 Diagon Alley", and his whole body was sucked in by the flames, his body seemed to be spinning rapidly in a washing machine, and the whistling sound passed by his ears.

I don't know how long it took, Albert felt himself fall on the cold stone ground.

"Sir, are you all right?"

A sharp voice rang in Albert's ear, it was a house elf.

"Well, I'm fine."

"Please hold my hand, and I will take Mr. to the place of the banquet."

As soon as Albert got up from the ground, the house elf reached out and grabbed his wrist, leading him to apparate and disappear in place.

When Albert came back to his senses, he found himself standing in a brightly lit hall.

The house-elf at his side pushed him into a chair.

"Good evening." Professor Broad greeted Albert with a smile, "It seems that you are not used to this way of traveling."

"Yeah, I feel a little uncomfortable." Albert suppressed the churning nausea and nodded slightly towards the few people present. He found that Selah Harrisis was actually here.

"I think you will get used to it gradually." Tiberus Ogden comforted gently.

"Are you surprised why I'm here?" Sela Harrichs winked at Albert and said with a smile.

"I can probably guess why," Albert said.

"I hope you don't get tired of spending Easter with us old men." Gerber Smith also smiled kindly at Albert, "After all, we don't have much time to get together. It takes time to develop the relationship between everyone.”

The house elves quickly put together the food, this time mainly French and Italian food, but they were all foods that were easier to digest.

"I know you may be a little surprised. Although some rules cannot be changed, the rules are dead after all. People are alive, and people are more important." McDougal said calmly.

"So, I became one of you in advance?" Albert asked curiously after stuffing the cheese-covered lobster meat on the seafood surface into his mouth and swallowing it.

"You can say that." Professor Broad nodded with a smile.

"Can you tell me what made you make such a change?" After Albert finished speaking, he listened attentively while continuing to eliminate the seafood pasta.

"A while back, I visited an old friend, and he told me that the sparks that bring war are still shining brightly above us." Tiberus Ogdenwin said softly.

"Prophet?" Albert put down his fork, wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and asked Tiberus, "Is this a hint that fighting will break out again soon?"

"Yes, he is very good at stargazing and divination." Ogden sighed: "He told me that in the past ten years, there have been various signs that people in the wizarding world are just spending time between two wars." A brief period of peace."

"I've also heard some rumors about the mysterious man recently." Albert said calmly, "It is said that the mysterious man has his eyes on the Philosopher's Stone, and that stone is now in Hogwarts?"

"This is not good news." McDougall frowned, "It's hard to imagine Dumbledore would do that."

"Potter is enrolled this year." Professor Broad reminded, "Everyone calls him the savior, and I think there may be something between them."

"Yes, your guess is right, I also think something will happen between them." Albert peeled off the broken lobster claws.

"As Wild Smith's heir, we hope that you will attach importance to your own safety." Gerber Smith did not have any other negative emotions towards him because his grandson was killed by Albert.

Sometimes Albert feels weird.

"Oh, of course I will protect myself, after all, I haven't lived enough." Albert said seriously.

At the dinner party, they talked about many things.The first wizarding war, even before the first generation of dark lords triggered events in the wizarding world.

Whether it's Ogden, Smith, or even Harrisis, they are all imparting experience to Albert.

They were all worried about the outbreak of the Second Wizarding War, and even more worried that this war would last for a long time.

Voldemort made everyone dare to call him "the devil who can't even mention his name", not just because that name was enchanted, but because of years, or even a longer period of time, which left a mark on people's hearts deep fear.

"If something bad really happens, I hope you can hide, or simply leave the UK and come back after the war is over." Ogden looked at Albert and said seriously.

Evasion may be an act of weakness, but it is undoubtedly the best solution.

"Because I'm a student of Gryffindor?" Albert asked with raised eyebrows.

Obviously, the reason why a few people emphasized this matter with him at this time was undoubtedly because they were worried that he was a student of Gryffindor.

No Gryffindor student lacked courage, but confronting Voldemort or his minions was clearly not a situation they wanted to see.

The Wilder Smith family is really too secretive, as long as all members hide, even if you want to find it, there is nowhere to find it, let alone not many people know of their existence.

"Don't worry, I cherish my life more than you, and I can actually do divination." Albert said calmly.

"That's why we are worried." Professor Broad sighed softly, "You dared to break into the Forbidden Forest alone when you were in the first grade. I know you have actually made a lot of preparations, but you still took the risk. , even if the risk is very low, there is still a risk after all.”

"I don't need to mention what happened last year." McDougal said with a sigh.

"You like taking risks too much. Maybe you have made careful preparations for every adventure, but we don't want you to take risks, because no preparation is perfect."

"Don't worry, I won't make fun of my life." Albert said calmly, "What's more, there is Isobel."

"Isobel's child is also good, but you are more suitable." Ogden said.

"I heard you guys are dating?" Mogg asked tentatively.

"Well, we are indeed dating." Albert admitted directly.

"Look, I just said that they will definitely come together." Professor Broad winked at the others and smiled, "Their personalities are very similar."

"Very good, after you graduate, get married." Gerber Smith decided, "At that time, settle abroad and don't go back to the UK for the time being, we will all leave the UK to avoid the coming second wizard war."

Albert was speechless immediately after hearing the words.

To be honest, using the word war to describe it is a bit exaggerated.

Moreover, he knew that the so-called Second Wizarding War did not last as long as the first one, and Voldemort was quickly ended by the Savior.

The worries of those present here are undoubtedly superfluous.

But Albert couldn't tell them that after the Second War started, Voldemort quickly fell to the street.

(End of this chapter)