The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 922 I Was Arrested
"I have to go Hagrid."

Albert took out his pocket watch from his robe pocket to check the time, got up and said to Hagrid who was sitting at the dining table plucking chicken feathers, "I'll see you next time."

"Not staying for dinner?"

"No." Albert didn't want to fish out strange things from the dinner plate, "Don't take the previous things too seriously, those things are not worth your troubles."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Hagrid threw down the half-plucked cock, looked up at Albert who was about to leave, and said: If I had listened to you and hadn't talked nonsense, I wouldn't have met It's all about these things.

"Suggesting this stuff, I never expected others to listen carefully and consider it carefully." Albert stopped at the door of the hunting lodge, looked at Hagrid and said calmly, "To be honest, I'm not surprised that you will make a fool out of it." , like Potter does something every year."

"You guessed this would happen a long time ago, didn't you? Maxime is smart, she said she has a big bone frame." Hagrid was a little annoyed when talking about this matter.

"I thought you'd call her Olim." Albert bent over and rubbed his toothy dog's head, "Don't worry too much about it. Believe me, you and Madame Maxime will reconcile soon. "

"Why?" Hagrid asked stupidly.

"Because you have a common language, as long as you don't be stupid, at least you can be friends." Albert said hello to Hagrid and left.

During dinner, Hermione took the initiative to chat with him about the house elf Winky, and Albert was not at all interested in Hermione's proposal.

After all, he was planning to send Barty Crouch Jr. away with him. Although he didn't do it, Albert wasn't big enough to adopt a house-elf who might be hostile to him.

"Hermione, some things are not as simple as you think." Albert looked at the expectant Hermione, shook his head and said, "Shiny's question is up to her, if she can't pass the hurdle in her heart, No one else can help."

"Is there really no way?"

"If Winky can't forget Crouch, then time will help her forget it." Albert looked at Hermione, who was a little downcast, and comforted him: "There are very few things in this world that can be perfect, just do what you can , not to mention that you are only a student now, and there is not much you can do."

"Oh, you're right." Hermione looked absent-minded.

"If I were you, I would pay attention to Potter's preparation progress. There is only less than a month left before the second project." Albert reminded kindly, "If you can't make preparations before launching, I'm afraid Potter will be in quite a bit of trouble."

He actually likes Hermione's kindness very much, but sometimes kindness without power is useless except to satisfy and comfort himself, and Hermione obviously doesn't understand this.

Albert wasn't going to tell Hermione either, that would have been too cruel for her, because a lot of what she was doing now wasn't helping house-elves at all.

"I think Hermione's suggestion is good. If you can have a house elf, it will be easier for us to open the shop." George said with a smile.

"I've already hired Dobby." Albert peeled the citrus and said calmly, "Dobby will help you prepare three meals, tidy up the store, and arrange the merchandise."

"Dobby, I seem to have heard this name somewhere."

"The house-elf of the Malfoy family is free now," Albert explained.

"It's really wonderful."

The Weasleys love to watch Malfoy suffer.

"You're paying for a house-elf?" Fred put in.

"Dumbledore does that too."

"No, I'm actually more curious about how much you pay a month." Fred wasn't too surprised. After all, it was Albert, so it wouldn't be surprising even if he did something amazing.

"One Galleon a week." Albert said to the twins while eating citrus, "It will be enough to deduct it from my income at that time, anyway, I will not be able to go to the store often."

"If you want to live in a shop, it may cost you a lot of Galleons to rent a house."

"No, I'll help you figure it out, and I'll live in the box." Albert said calmly, "If you bother to come to the door, Dobby will take the box and run away as soon as possible, and your safety will be guaranteed by then." , don’t worry about being murdered in bed.”

"That's a good idea," grumbled George. "Even if the Ministry of Magic wanted to do a surprise inspection."

"I've thought up all the posters for the store for you."

With that said, Albert took out his notebook, tore off a page and handed it to them.

Fred and George leaned forward and looked at a passage on the paper:

Why are you worried about You-Know-Who?

you should care

Constipation Ren——

The feeling of constipation afflicts the Chinese people!

you know who

u no poo (constipation kernel)

"puff."

Both of them couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Constipation Ren." They whispered softly, "I didn't expect you to be quite humorous."

Fred suddenly understood why Albert made such arrangements.

"What are you laughing at?" Shanna asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing."

Fred stuffed the note into his pocket.

"It must be discussing what to do. Oh, yes, Professor Dumbledore asked me to give this to you." Lee Jordan walked over and handed a folded note to Albert.

Albert opened the note, glanced at the contents, and put it away.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Albert rang the principal's office on time. After entering, he found that Moody was also here, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

"Professor Dumbledore, what do you want from me?"

Albert restrained the expression on his face, ignored Moody's scrutinizing gaze, and asked.

"I hope you can help with divination for the whereabouts of Pettigrew Peter and Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Divination is not a panacea." Albert politely declined.

Of course, if Dumbledore gave enough benefits, he didn't mind taking off Barty Crouch Jr.'s vest on the spot.

"Try it."

Dumbledore handed over a note, and Albert glanced at the contents and found that it was a note of transformation.

Moody watched the private deal with interest.

Albert hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to predict Peter's location.

As for Barty Jr., it's not enough yet.After this incident, Barty Jr. should not dare to act rashly, but... he still needs to bear part of the risk.

Albert did want Dumbledore's transfiguration notes, though.

He took out his own crystal ball and put his hand on it. A red, white and blue tricolor flag appeared on the crystal ball, followed by a tulip wooden signboard. Finally, Peter was holding a...package in the dark house.

"Peter Pettigrew is hiding in the Netherlands..." Moody looked at Albert in surprise, the murderous look in his eyes flashed away.

"It seems that Peter helped Voldemort regain his body." Dumbledore said, looking at the package in Peter's arms, "This is really bad news."

"It's a troublesome thing," Professor Moody said.

"Where's Barty Crouch Jr.?" Dumbledore glanced at Moody and asked Albert to continue with the second prophecy.

"This, don't count on..."

Albert touched the crystal ball, and a new surprise soon appeared on it. This time it was a stone sculpture of a winged wild boar, which undoubtedly referred to Hogwarts.

However, the following scene made Dumbledore and Moody silent.

In the crystal ball, two dementors are dragging a person.

Barty Crouch Jr. Arrested by the Ministry of Magic?
(End of this chapter)