The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 753

Throughout the afternoon, the Gryffindor students were extremely excited, as if it wasn't the Ravenclaw team that had just won, but had already won the Quidditch House Cup.

After returning to the common room, Lee Jordan mysteriously revealed the news he overheard to everyone.

The Slytherins who tried to frame Harry were punished and sent to Filch for detention.

It is said that Draco Malfoy has to go to the hospital hospital tomorrow to clean the chamber pot.

This good news undoubtedly made Harry and Ron's good mood even happier.

I don't know who took this opportunity to cast a spell on the "Daily Prophet" some time ago, and let the newspaper read the article by Rita Skeeter aloud, giving everyone a new science about dementors. Horrible monsters, and by the way, ridiculed the ignorance and mental retardation of the group of Slytherin students who tried to frame Harry.

Dress up as a dementor to scare people?

Everyone was almost amused by the behavior of those Slytherin students.

There was a burst of joyful laughter in the entire common room.

Wood passed through the crowd and walked quickly towards Albert by the fireplace. He looked up and looked around, as if looking for something, "Do you know where Fred and George went?"

Before Albert could answer, Wood said again, "Those two guys said they could help get the snacks and drinks needed for the party, and they ran away with the coins I raised."

"Don't worry about Wood, I think Fred and George will definitely not run away with that money." Albert comforted softly, "You should have confidence in them."

"I'm just worried that they won't be able to get snacks and drinks." Wood was a little depressed. After all, he had already collected money for the party. If he couldn't get snacks and drinks, it would be difficult for him to explain to everyone.

"Don't worry, Fred and George must have a way to get the snacks and drinks we need." Lee Jordan put his arm around Wood's shoulder and said, "We should go to the kitchen and see if we can get some from the kitchen What to eat, the snacks alone are not enough for everyone. By the way, where is the Albert? I saw him here just now."

"I don't know!" Wood felt that Lee Jordan's idea was good, at least much more reliable than Fred and George's proposal.

"We'd better take Albert with us, that guy knows the house elves in the kitchen very well." Lee Jordan looked around, trying to find Albert in the crowd, and before he found Albert, he Was pulled away by Wood.

When the two came out of the kitchen, there was a lot of food in their hands, but Lee Jordan didn't seem to be satisfied with this, and he muttered: "I just said that Albert should be called."

"Haven't we already got a bunch of food?" Wood wondered why Lee Jordan wanted to come with Albert.

Is it because three people can take more food?

Lee Jordan didn't explain too much, Albert went to the kitchen and their treatment was really different.

The house-elf would even be more than happy to help Albert cook a delicious snack on the spot instead of a pile of cold meatloaf and biscuits.

After Fred and George disappeared for several hours, they finally reappeared in the common room. What angered Wood the most was that they didn't bring back anything. "What about snacks and drinks? Don't tell me, you don't have anything." Didn't get it."

"Don't get excited Wood, we've bought all the snacks and drinks for the party, and they're all in here!"

As he spoke, Fred took out a bag and kept digging out things, several buckets of butterbeer, bottles of fizzy pumpkin juice, and several large bags of candy from Honeydukes.

"Where did you get these things?" Angelina couldn't help asking after receiving a bottle of fizzy pumpkin juice from Fred.

"We got a little help!" said George mysteriously.

There were plenty of biscuits, cakes and pies on neatly arranged tables in the common room, wizarding pop music blared from the corner, and Fred and George began tossing toad mints at the crowd.

Albert waved his wand lightly, conjured countless wine glasses out of thin air on an empty table, and filled the glasses with butter beer.

Fred and George took out the fireworks they made and set them off over the heads of the crowd. A lion made of fireworks roared above the heads of the crowd, and finally squeezed into a large piece of brilliant fireworks.

"This is a new product for me and Fred, doesn't it feel good!"

George quietly stood beside Albert, and said proudly, "We've already figured it out. We'll make these fireworks and sell them to colleges that want to hold parties."

"You are really good at business!" Albert looked at the fireworks exploding above his head, and couldn't help feeling the twins' talent in this area.

The party lasted from the afternoon to the evening. Albert couldn't understand why everyone was so energetic. After he came back from the Room of Response, he found that the party was not over yet.

Fred and George were performing amusing tricks, surrounded by a crowd.

However, what surprised Albert was that there was someone sitting alone in the corner during this lively party.

"Proper relaxation is more conducive to learning, there is no need to stretch yourself too tight." Albert put a glass of butterbeer on the table in front of Hermione, "Why don't you have a glass?"

"Thank you." Hermione hesitated for a moment, but still lived up to Albert's kindness, put down the heavy book in her hand, took a sip of the glass of butter beer.

""Life and Social Habits of British Muggle Families"?" Albert glanced at the book Hermione was reading, frowned and said, "Actually, I don't think you really need this thing."

"It would be fascinating to study them from the point of view of the wizarding world," said Hermione sincerely.

"No, I don't think it's fascinating. Most wizards don't understand Muggles, and they don't want to understand them." Albert said to Hermione: "I know the person who wrote this book, and he himself admits that "Life and Social Habits of a British Muggle Family" is a little outdated."

"Obsolete, how come?" Hermione was very surprised.

"The development of the Muggle world is faster than you think, and this is the advantage of technology." Albert didn't bother with this issue any more, and continued, "Actually, if you want, you can also write a book yourself and ask wizards We introduce the Muggle world and their lives, so that wizards can better disguise and integrate into the Muggle world."

"Write your own book?" Hermione was taken aback by Albert's proposal.

"For the Muggle world, no one has more say than the wizards living in the Muggle world." Albert said, taking a few custard biscuits from there, and stuffing one of them into Hermione's hand, " Eat something, it will help you adjust your mood, if I were you, I wouldn't read in such a noisy place, and..."

Albert deliberately lowered his voice and said: "If you want to reconcile with the two of them, just calm down and apologize to Ron, I think he won't be angry with you again, just like a cat with fried hair, smooth its hair That’s it. It’s actually not difficult, you just need to have the courage to speak first.”

"You think I'm wrong too." Hermione looked up at Albert.

"No, I just want to say that only children can lose their temper like this."

After finishing speaking, Albert turned and went back to the dormitory to rest. As for when they wanted to hold the party, Albert didn't want to care, and he didn't care.

Hermione watched Albert's leaving back, took a bite of the custard biscuit in her hand, and turned her gaze back to the heavy book, thinking about what Albert just said in her head.

When she was packing up and going back to the dormitory, Harry came over and asked, "Didn't you go to the game?"

"Of course I went." Hermione closed the book and said to Harry, "You did a good job. I always believed that you could catch the Snitch and win the game for us."

"Thank you," Harry paused, pointing to the table where the food was placed and asked: Aren't you going to eat something? "

"No, I've already eaten, and now I have to finish reading this book by Monday, and there are still 420 pages to read." Hermione's voice was a little tired, "Besides, there are people who don't welcome I attended."

"If Scabbers isn't eaten, he can eat a few of these Fudge flies, which he always likes to eat..." Ron obviously heard Hermione's words, and said loudly on purpose.

"Good night Harry."

Hermione's voice was a little choked up, and she tucked the big book under her arm, walked quickly to the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)