The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 519 The heart is so tired

"Finally home!"

In the scorching summer, Albert dragged his suitcase and appeared on Tiber Avenue. He looked up at the residents of No. 19, and suddenly felt a great feeling of going home.

After using the Portkey to return to England, he retrieved his wand and other magical items from Mr. Bud Broad, declined his invitation to dinner, and hurried home by car.

It's just that Albert never expected that he would be turned away when he went home.

The rest of the family didn't know where they were going. Albert, who didn't have a key, was stunned for a while facing the iron gate that blocked him.

Then, he took out a lockpicking tool from the shapeshifting lizard leather bag, and picked the lock of his own door.

Prying your own door is definitely a very novel experience.

Albert threw the suitcase in the corridor, walked straight into the kitchen, took a bottle of soda from the refrigerator, and took a big gulp of it into his mouth.

When I returned to the living room to turn on the air conditioner, I found a note under the remote control:
Albert, we are going to play with your grandpa Luke for a few days, and Tom and Sheila have also taken them away.If you come back from abroad and we have not returned home, remember to eat on time and call us if you need anything. — Daisy.

"Really!"

Albert turned on the air conditioner, lay on the sofa to blow the air, and was about to sleep for a while, but it felt like something was wrong there.

What's the use of leaving a note when the door is locked?

and so……

Albert walked to the yard, turned over a stone, and took out a key from the bottom of the processed stone.

"Forget it, the weather must have made me dizzy." Albert reached out and patted his head. He felt that he needed to lie down and rest for a while.

Using a Portkey is not exactly comfortable.

When Albert woke up from the sofa, it was already dark, he rummaged through the refrigerator, and finally had to ride his bicycle to the nearby supermarket to buy spaghetti.

Well, it's actually the so-called square face.

This thing is not popular in the UK, and it can only stay in the corner and eat ashes in the supermarket.

As for why you don't eat instant noodles, you can only say that the British instant noodles are really unbearable.

Albert made himself an egg sausage spaghetti and baked some crispy bread for an after-dinner snack.

After dinner, he called Herb directly, and they won't be back until tomorrow.

Nia was on the other end of the phone and asked Albert if he had brought her any special products.

American wizarding snacks are, well, actually not that different from Muggle snacks.

As much as it hates to admit it, the life of a wizard in America is much closer to that of a Muggle.

Of course, American wizards also sell some specialty products, but the Magical Congress of the United States strictly controls this, so their wizard street is not as lively as Diagon Alley in the UK.

In order to bring gifts to his family and his girlfriend, he specially asked Catherine to take him to Wizard Street in the United States, which is also called the American Wizarding Secret Exchange.

The Secret Exchange of American Wizards is located at a deep underground entrance in a narrow alley in New York. It has been widened by magic. It is said that there are several hidden entrances, all of which have been cast with a spell to expel No-Maj.

Before entering, you need to be confirmed by the graffiti portrait at the entrance before you are allowed to enter Wizard Street.

It has to be said that the defense against No-Majs by American wizards is stricter than that of prisoners in prisons against escape.

After simply tidying up the tableware, Albert sat on the sofa and tried to get in touch with Isobel. He hadn't spoken to him for several days.

It's a pity that Isobel didn't respond to him immediately.

After waiting for a long time, Albert could only put away the double-sided mirror, took out Catherine's mirror, and tried to get in touch with the other party.

Well, he's just bored and wants someone to talk to.

It didn't take long for Catherine's delicate face to appear in the mirror.

"good evening!"

Albert was a little surprised. He just tried it just now, but he didn't expect to actually get in touch.

"night?"

On the other side of the mirror, Catherine looked out the window with doubts in her tone.

"Oh, I almost forgot, the United Kingdom is five hours faster than the United States!" Albert casually picked up a topic to chat with the other party, such as the possibility of making American peppermint into a skin rash ointment.

Catherine, who was on the other side of the double-sided mirror, was stunned. She probably never thought that Albert would talk to herself about such a topic.

She is actually very good at potions, and soon after Albert's explanation, she prepared the potions and got a skin rash ointment.

"That's it?"

Catherine looked at the finished product in front of her, feeling a little dazed.

Although she didn't know the effect yet, the faint fragrance still made her feel that this ointment should be effective.

Suddenly, Catherine really wanted to collude with Albert and ask the other party to help her research beauty potions that could maintain her appearance.

Catherine is also a girl who loves beauty. She is very clear that she is the most youthful and beautiful now, but her beauty is destined to not last long. Perhaps, relying on Albert's talent, she may be able to achieve it.

If it succeeds, I believe many girls will go crazy because of it.

Of course, Albert didn't know what the American girl was thinking, and after hastily ending the exchange, he took out Isobel's double-sided mirror.

"You came back from America, how are you doing over there?"

The girl who had just come out of the bathroom and wiped her hair with a towel sat down at the desk and looked at her boyfriend with a smile.

"Not too good. The magic society in the United States is different from other countries in Europe." Albert gave Isobel a brief introduction to the situation in the American magic world.

"Where's Miss Catherine?"

"Miss Catherine?" Albert couldn't help being stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why Isobel knew about Catherine.

"Are you talking about Nicholas' granddaughter?" Albert's mind was spinning quickly, and he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"You don't know?" Isobel's expression became more and more strange.

"what do you know?"

"Your gossip!"

As he said that, Isobel was holding a newspaper. There was a black and white photo on the photo. It was a photo that was secretly photographed when he and Catherine went shopping on Wizard Street. The angle was not good, but he could see clearly of two people.

"This photo! It should be taken secretly when I asked Catherine to take me to Wizard Street in the United States to buy souvenirs for my family." Albert showed a dazed expression, shook his head and smiled wryly, "Speaking of which, American reporters are really disgusting. Didn't I just refuse their interviews? I really use everything to create topics!"

"I think you'd better deal with the interview with the Daily Prophet." Isobel suddenly reminded, "There are also rumors about you in France."

As she spoke, she took out another newspaper and found that the person opposite the double-sided mirror was stunned.

The photo of Louise giving him a meeting and kiss unexpectedly became his gossip somehow.

"Not only that."

Isobel took out the Daily Prophet not long ago, and it began to ramble about the topic that he likes beautiful girls older than himself.

"You know, this is just a way they use to attract the public's attention." Albert suddenly felt very tired.

"I know, I just want to remind you that you are almost turned into a playboy who likes to step on several boats by the newspaper." Isobel couldn't help covering his mouth and chuckling.

"Stop laughing, help me find a way." Albert slumped on the sofa and complained to his girlfriend on the other side of the mirror, "You certainly don't want others to say that your boyfriend is a playboy!"

"Who made you famous?" Isobel spread his hands helplessly, expressing that there was nothing he could do to help.

　It seems that "Harry Potter" can't be used as the title of the book. It is said that it needs to change the name. Although Lazy Cat has already thought about it, just in case (it is already occupied), I will collect a few more here.

　　If you have any better book titles, please be sure to help and leave a message.

　　It is said that when the title of the book is changed, it may be taken off the shelf suddenly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)