The Alchemist of Harry Potter

After dinner, they went back to the Gryffindor common room.

Albert needs to go back to the dormitory to feed the cat, and then take Tom to the common room to let Tom communicate with other cats. It is not good to be alone for a long time.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan rarely read quietly, and the three needed to prepare useful materials for their Potions class paper.

No way, Snape assigned them a moonstone paper on the first day of school, and the next potions class was due.

Albert also said that he might not be free another day, so the three people who had just finished eating had to write the thesis together, so as not to waste more time and energy on it.

"The properties of moonstone and its use in medicine, I think copying these in and writing a little bigger should be enough to make up twelve inches of content."

Several people put together the information they found, and after looking at the length of the information, I feel that it is almost the same!

"I think it's better to find some more. We can't copy all the information we find. It's better to start with its medicinal value. I remember that the ecstasy also needs a small amount of moonstone... eh, He Min, what's the matter?" Albert looked through the materials found by the three and constructed the overall structure of the thesis in his head. He felt that someone came to him, so he raised his head to look at the person, and his eyes fell on the girl at the foot of the girl. on the big ginger cat.

"Your cat?"

"It's called Crookshanks," said Hermione. "Bought it in Diagon Alley over the summer."

"Looks a little old, and seems to have a bad life before." Albert looked at Hermione's Crookshanks, reached out and took out a small bag of dried fish from his pocket, trying to use food to draw him closer to him. Distance from Crookshanks.

Meow!

Tom cat, who was squatting on the table and taking a nap, immediately became angry when he saw that Albert actually gave his ration to other cats. He rushed to Crookshanks at a speed that didn't match its size, shielded Albert behind him, and stared at the big cat in front of him with thief-proof eyes.

"Jealous."

Albert reached out and picked up the cat, scratched Tom's chin and said, "I didn't realize that you were protecting food before, Tom is really a careful eye!"

Hermione was also taken aback, thinking that the two cats would fight.

Albert reached out to rub Crookshanks, and Tom pressed his hand with his paw pads and made a vigilant sound at Crookshanks.

"Sure enough, I'm jealous, so cute!" Albert stopped teasing Tom, looked up at Hermione, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's about divination classes."

"Are you trying to say that Professor Trelawney is an old liar?" George interrupted suddenly.

"Write your thesis."

Hermione was interrupted by George, so she was no longer embarrassed, and directly told Albert what she thought: "I think the divination class is confusing, there are many places to rely on guessing, this class always feels very unreliable, Professor Trelawney even saw the omen of death in Harry's tea leaves."

"Potter still thinks the black dog is ominous?" Albert asked casually, putting Tom on the ground.

"you know?"

"This summer, I ran into him shopping at Diagon Alley, and Potter asked me about it, and I told him it was just a stray dog." Albert said, looking at Tom, who was staring at Crookshanks vigilantly , "It seems that Potter does not seem to let go, and is still scaring himself."

"I also think it's a stray dog." Hermione seemed to have found something in common, and continued: "I think Professor Trelawney is putting on a pose. Many people say she is a liar. This morning, she even predicted that Leigh would die, but Professor McGonagall said Professor Trelawney would predict that a freshman would die every term..."

"In a way, you're right," Albert said incredulously.

"I kind of want to give up this class, it's wasting my time." Hermione was very polite not to directly say that the divination class was garbage. Although it was only one class, the divination class gave Hermione a really bad sense.

Albert looked up into Hermione's eyes and asked with a smile, "Remember what Professor Trelawney said to you at the beginning?"

"She said it was the hardest class, and warned us that if we didn't have the 'Sight', there was very little she could teach us, and she said the textbooks were useless." What Professor Ni said.

"What this means is: divination requires talent. If you don't have talent, even if you spend time on it, you can only learn a little bit, so it is said that divination is the most difficult subject in all courses." Albert Directly help Hermione translate this sentence.

"It's just that Professor Trelawney likes to say it in a mysterious and mysterious tone... Well, I think you should fully understand the meaning of that sentence now." Albert nodded in satisfaction, looking at Hermione's stunned expression.

"Is that so?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

"Yes, in fact, there are very few wizards with the talent for divination, and it can even be said that they are pitiful." Albert softly reassured, "Although there is some suspicion of boasting, but at present, the Hogwarts school has not found any other than me. Another student with a talent for divination, even if Isobel gets excellent grades in the divination test, he still has no talent in divination, so you don’t need to be sad. It’s okay to just give up.”

"So Professor Trelawney isn't a liar?"

"No, she's a liar. It's always been a common problem for fortune-tellers to play tricks, because predicting the future is very difficult." Albert motioned for Hermione to find a place to talk about it.

After the two found a place where no one was there, Albert continued the topic just now, "Professor Trelawney is the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney, and she is actually gifted with prophecy. ."

"But why do you say Professor Trelawney is a liar?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"Professor Trelawney can't use her prophetic talent, um, how to say it? It's like you have a hundred Galleons, but you can't use them. So Professor Trelawney can't see through crystals like I can Only when the ball sees some pictures of the future, will he use mysteries to win the trust of others, most wizards actually don't believe in the so-called prophecy." Albert pointed out this matter directly to Hermione.

"Of course, what we can learn from Professor Trelawney is not only divination knowledge, but also some very practical skills."

"You mean Professor Trelawney's cryptic way of speaking?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly, she felt that Albert's tricks were learned from Professor Trelawney, although Albert's so-called prophecies were all right.

"Yes, this is one of them." Albert did not deny it, "Most wizards are actually reluctant to believe in divination, even if the prophecy finally comes true. In the entire magic world, except for a few masters of prophecy who can really predict the future Highly respected. Most fortune-tellers are considered liars, so why not pretend to be mysterious? Maybe one or two people can be fooled."

"So are you, but aren't you able to predict the future?" Hermione asked suspiciously, "Why are you still pretending to be mysterious?"

"I know you're still wondering if I'm a liar, no need to argue, I can understand." Albert raised his hand to signal that Hermione didn't need to argue. "One day, when I am really crowned with the title of Master of Prophecy, you will not think that I am a liar, but a respected 'prophet'."

"So, you're trying to be a prophet." Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.

"No, I'm just trying to get you to accept that I'm a prophet," Albert corrected, "because I'm a prophet who can see part of the future."

"But...why?" Hermione didn't think Albert was a greedy person.

"Because of the prophets, the weight of speech is different from that of underage wizards."

"Speaking Volume"

Hermione obviously couldn't understand the meaning of those words.

"You will understand later." Albert did not intend to explain.

"Do you know about Hagrid?" Hermione remembered what happened to Hagrid.

"I expected it last semester and reminded Hagrid, but he obviously didn't care." Albert said calmly.

"I thought you predicted this." Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.

"With Hagrid's character, I can actually guess without a prediction. I just didn't expect an accident on the first day of school." Albert sighed helplessly.

"Will Hagrid be fired?" Hermione asked.

"Won't."

Noticing Hermione's suspicious gaze, Albert explained: "Professor Dumbledore will vouch for Hagrid, so Hagrid will not be expelled."

"real?"

Harry and Ron happened to be looking for Hermione when they heard Albert say that Hagrid would not be fired.

"Potter, you should have some confidence in Professor Dumbledore," Albert said in a low voice, "Of course, old Malfoy won't let it go. After they find that they can't trouble Hagrid, they will naturally find other people to vent on. ."

"Other objects?" The three asked suspiciously

"That hapless hippogriff will definitely be made a scapegoat," Albert said meaningfully.

"What's the meaning."

"It means that the Hippogriff will be killed for wounding." Albert looked at Harry calmly, and said, "Of course, if you want to save it, you can give it to the Minister of Magic. Fudge wrote a letter, expressing his willingness to donate a large sum of Galleons to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, so that Fudge would settle the matter immediately, and faster, because the Malfoys were also not short of money, and they were finding that they could not find the sea. After the trouble with Grid, he will use similar tactics to convince Fudge."

Harry was stunned by the suggestion that Albert bribed Fudge.

To be honest, Harry's impression of Fudge was actually pretty good.

"But... the hippogriff is innocent." Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.

"The Hippogriff injured Malfoy. As long as Lucius is willing to donate a sum of money, the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures is willing to give it a crazy title and make it lose its head." Albert looked The stunned three men sneered, "Don't be surprised, this is politics, and politics has never had anything to do with justice."

"But...even if it goes to court..."

"The court has never been a place for justice. People use the court to defend the law, and the law is never equal to justice." Albert mercilessly smashed the ridiculous thoughts in the hearts of the three, "Don't look at me like this, My family is all lawyers, I knew these things from a very young age, and it may be cruel to you now, but that's probably the case, don't take any luck, Hagrid can't win the lawsuit."

"Hagrid's window has lights, I want to go downstairs to see him, it's still early..." Harry said suddenly, instinctively wanting to avoid this cruel fact.

"I don't know if we're allowed out." Hermione looked at Albert uneasily, with a pleading look in her eyes, hoping that Albert would go with them to see Hagrid.

"After dark, you'd better not wander around, especially you Potter, I heard that Black's target is you." Albert reminded.

"Sirius Black hasn't gotten past the Dementors and entered the school, has he?" Harry exclaimed.

"Alright then, I wish you good luck, by the way, say hello to Hagrid for me, tell him not to be sad, I will find a way to help him solve the problem." Albert turned and returned to the Gryffindor common room after speaking. , leaving behind three people who looked at each other in dismay.