The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 778 Treasure Boy
"How will you be here?"

Albert had just left Hagrid, and on his way back to the castle, he met an acquaintance who shouldn't have been at Hogwarts.

"I was invited here."

Rita Skeeter looked down and landed on the slightly shaking suitcase in Albert's hand, and asked curiously, "What's in your suitcase?"

"How many Galleons did old Malfoy give you?" Albert asked suddenly.

"He's very generous," said Rita Skeeter, smiling.

"That guy is really rich." Albert sneered. "To kill Hagrid's Hippogriff, that guy already spent a lot of Galleons."

"Do you think that Hippogriff is innocent?" Rita Skeeter seemed interested and wanted to interview Albert about his views on this matter.

"This matter is actually very simple." Albert said calmly. "Someone deliberately grabbed the dog's tail and was bitten by the dog. Instead, he blamed the dog for his bad behavior and beat the dog to death with his backhand."

"You know it very well." Rita Skeeter naturally knew about this matter, and the actual situation is really similar to this.

However, the truth has nothing to do with her.

She is a reporter.

Only responsible for the sales of newspapers.

The so-called truth is really not that important in front of hot sales.

"Who do you think will win this time?" Rita Skeeter pressed.

"Hagrid had no chance of winning from the very beginning. As for the reason: because he had no money or power, and couldn't bribe Ministry of Magic officials, naturally he couldn't win."

"Do you think the Ministry of Magic is corrupt?" Rita Skeeter continued to ask.

"At least, there has never been justice." Albert stopped and said to Rita Skeeter, "I can tell you something, and after a while, you will understand what I mean. "

"What will happen?" Rita Skeeter asked curiously, "Is it true that you are a prophet?"

"If you want to know, just wait slowly."

"Okay, then can you tell me what's in the suitcase? The suitcase seems to be moving." Rita Skeeter refocused on the slightly trembling suitcase.

"There's a Boggart inside," Albert said without thinking, "I just got it from Hagrid. Why, are you interested in writing a report about Boggarts?"

As he said that, Albert made a gesture to open the box, and released the Boggart in the box for the other party to have a look at.

"No, not interested, I'm actually more interested in you."

"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in you."

"People are very interested in you. Oh, don't go, I can secretly tell you a secret."

"Not interested." Albert turned his head and left.

Rita Skeeter had no choice but to keep up quickly. She felt that she was facing a smelly and hard stone, and her whole body was ashamed.

"I heard that the Wizengamot is going to award you the title of Wizengamot's British Youth Representative." Rita Skeeter stared at Albert's face, wanting to see how he would react when he knew this.

"You know, I don't like my news to appear in the newspaper." Albert warned, "I don't want our conversation to appear in the newspaper."

"Of course I know, I won't let it appear in the papers, I promise."

"Your guarantee is worthless." Albert said calmly, "Of course, I'm not afraid of you doing that, because you can't afford the consequences."

For some reason, after hearing this, Rita Skeeter felt chills all over her body, and the smile on her face froze.

"We are a partnership, and I have always kept our agreement."

"Well, I did hear about it from other friends," Albert said. "However, I didn't receive specific notification, so I think the Wizengamot British youth representative should be just a rumor. .”

"As far as I know, there is indeed such a thing. It is said that the Ministry of Magic is still going through the process." Lita Skeeter hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice, "They paid a lot of money."

"Oh." Albert nodded to show that he knew.

"Your reaction is really abnormal."

"Otherwise, what reaction do you want from me? It's just a Wizengamot British youth representative. It doesn't matter if you have it or not."

After speaking, Albert walked towards the hall with his suitcase.

"Are they all the same?"

Rita Skeeter suddenly felt very boring.

That's right, Albert already has two world-class championship titles on his head, who knows if he will have more titles?

If he continues to participate, there is really a possibility.

The halo on his head is almost blinding other people's eyes, and the title of a Wizengamot British youth representative is really dispensable.

According to the latest information obtained by Rita Skeeter, Albert seems to have invented a very important spell and is expected to be awarded the Order of Merlin.

They couldn't hold it down at all, so they really had to reserve a place for that guy, unless they really wanted to make themselves a laughingstock.

"Oh, what a treasure boy, it's a pity that it can't be excavated, it's too wasteful." Rita Skeeter murmured looking at Albert's back.

Rita Skeeter really didn't dare to dig, for fear that she would die in place. The cold feeling just now was not an illusion. That guy was definitely not as gentle as he appeared on the surface.

"You know him well?"

Not long after Albert left, a voice sounded beside Rita Skeeter.

"I interviewed him once, a very difficult person to deal with." Rita Skeeter replied.

"I thought that was your area of ​​expertise." Lucius Malfoy walked towards the castle's foyer.

"It's not worth writing about him."

Rita Skeeter noticed a blond boy next to Lucius Malfoy, "This is the person involved, can I interview him?"

"It's not appropriate now, you can do the interview after the appeal is over." Lucius signaled Draco to shut up.

"Where is the place of appeal, Dumbledore's office?" Rita Skeeter casually picked up a topic.

"Yes, it's in the principal's office. I'm here to pick up Draco and listen to the appeal together. Well, I think the representative of the Committee for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures should be here soon." Lucius took out his pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time , "Dumbledore is a good witness. Look, they've arrived."

Two wizards were walking towards this side, one of them was very old, and the other was tall, holding a shiny axe in his hand.

"I thought you wouldn't come over." The middle-aged wizard greeted Lucius.

"I really didn't want to come here at first, but..."

Lucius didn't want this to be a surprise, so he came over in person and brought Rita Skeeter.

Before that, he spent a fortune on Galleon to ensure that only what he wanted to see appeared in Rita Skeeter's report.

When several people entered the castle, they noticed several unkind eyes staring at them.

They turned their heads and found that Harry and his two good friends were looking at these people with disgust.

"That's Harry Potter, the famous savior."

There was a faint sneer on the corner of Lucius' mouth, and he introduced to the people around him, "However, I heard that he is being hunted down by Black."

Draco did not forget the incident of being beaten the day before yesterday, and he smiled maliciously at the three of Harry, then turned to Rita Skeeter and said, "Potter has been trying to excuse that Hippogriff , They even wanted to let the beast go, if it wasn't for the big..."

"Shut up, Draco." Lucius glared at his son.

After a group of people disappeared, Ron spat on the ground in disdain, and said disgustedly, "This is the so-called appeal of the Ministry of Magic. They even have axes ready. It's disgusting."

"Don't forget, Albert won't let us meddle in this matter." Hermione glared at Ron fiercely.

"I regret."

Looking at the backs of those people leaving, Harry said sullenly, "Last time, I shouldn't have stopped you from turning Malfoy into a beast."

"If Buckbeak loses his head because of this, put Malfoy's head in the toilet," Ron suggested. "That kind of beast is only good for shit."

"We should trust Albert. He will definitely prepare everything. Hagrid will not lose the appeal easily." Hermione actually wanted to go to Albert, but she was worried that she would mess things up.

In fact, Albert really taught Hagrid appeal skills and special cards, but those were obviously not for helping Hagrid through the current difficulties, but for disgusting the Malfoy family.

Right now, in the principal's office.

Hagrid was sorting out the hand cards that Albert gave him yesterday, he took out a water bottle from his pocket, and poured a big mouthful of tranquilizer into his mouth.

"I'm glad you're ready to appeal." Dumbledore looked at Hagrid who was drinking water and asked, "The tranquilizer Mr. Anderson prepared for you?"

"He said I should drink some sedatives so that I can express myself clearly during the appeal, so as not to be swayed by emotions." Hagrid took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice, "He also prepared With these cards in hand, I will definitely win the lawsuit today."

"Mr. Anderson is still as reliable as ever." Dumbledore looked at the calm Hagrid and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He also knew that Hagrid's chance of winning was not high.

"Actually, Anderson once told me that I had little chance of winning, and he told me to prepare myself mentally, so he asked me to drink more tranquilizers. He always said that panic can't solve the problem." Hagrid's cheeks were a little stiff, and he seemed to be in no mood. With such a calm expression on his face, his hands were still trembling slightly. The blood of giants obviously had a certain resistance to potions.

"Didn't that Mr. Anderson think of a better way for you?" The portrait on the headmaster's office wall asked, "I heard he was the smartest student Hogwarts has ever seen. But, hell, how could he Sorted in Gryffindor."

"That was Mr. Anderson's own wish." The Sorting Hat on the shelf said that he was not responsible.

"Yes. Albert asked me to send Buckbeak away when the accident started at the beginning of school. Now I regret that I didn't listen to his advice." Hagrid really regretted why he didn't listen to Albert's advice. .

"Very prescient." Another portrait said, "I heard that Mr. Anderson is also a prophet."

"I heard from an old friend that the Ministry of Magic intends to award him the title of the Wizengamot's British youth representative." The portraits in the office stopped pretending to be asleep and got up to chat, but this topic seemed a bit off topic.

"No." Hagrid said suddenly, "The Ministry of Magic seems to be deliberately blocking the title, saying that it is going through the process. It is estimated that after the Ministry of Magic completes the process, Albert will already be of age."

"It's just a broken title. It's fine if the Ministry of Magic doesn't give it to you. With Albert's level of performance, I doubt he can get all the awards before graduation."

"It's really hard to imagine a genius like that being a Muggle wizard."

"Don't be stupid, Evra, that kid is not a Muggle." Phineas interrupted rudely, "The guy you're talking about has the blood of the Smith family."

"Albert is a pure-blood wizard?" Hagrid couldn't help but widen his eyes. He felt that something was wrong, because Albert once said that his parents were Muggles.

"I think Mr. Anderson should know." Dumbledore intertwined his fingers and said calmly, "However, he probably doesn't want anyone to mention it."

Dumbledore's words aroused the curiosity of the portraits. They were all curious about what the Smith family did to let a genius wander outside.

"Mr. Anderson's grandfather was kicked out of the Smith family because of some unpleasant things, so their relationship is quite bad." Dumbledore did not intend to elaborate on this matter.

"I know." Phineas said suddenly.

"Hurry up and talk about Phineas, don't hide your appetite." The portraits began to denounce Phineas.

An old man even swung his cane at Phineas, threatening, "Speak up, or I'll beat you up."

"Squib."

There was a sudden dead silence in the headmaster's office. In most wizarding families, Squibs were a sensitive topic, a taboo that no one wanted to mention.

However, the most ironic thing is that the descendant of the Squib is actually a genius.

The silence in the principal's office was broken by a sudden knock on the door.

The portraits on the walls pretended to be asleep.

Hagrid opened the door, and seeing Lucius coming in with the others, he could hardly suppress the anger in his heart, "What are you doing here?"

"Dear friend, please believe me, if I can, I don't want to listen to your appeal." There was a sneer on the corner of Lucius' mouth.

"Okay, it's almost time, now let's start!" Dumbledore swung his wand and pulled out several armchairs out of thin air.

"Draco, be by my side." Lucius pulled his son away from Hagrid, for fear that Hagrid would go crazy and hurt his son.

"Okay, then we will now start the appeal of the Hippogriff wounding incident." After asking Dumbledore's consent, the elderly wizard took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, read the parchment After reading the content on the screen, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Hagrid, you don't agree with the first death sentence, and hope that the sentence can be changed to compensate the victim for medical expenses, right?"

"Correct."

"So, you agree that the hippogriff is guilty, don't you?"

(End of this chapter)