The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In mid-September, the rainy season in the United Kingdom seemed to be slightly earlier. The streets of London, which were filled with cold fog, began to rain sparsely. Pedestrians with umbrellas were hurrying. Not staying on the road seemed to be a tacit understanding.

Since the thick fog appeared all over the UK in July, everyone obviously felt that something was wrong, especially after two months of frequent strange things, the dark clouds shrouded in everyone's hearts have never dissipated.

Among the pedestrians in a hurry, a middle-aged man with an umbrella and a briefcase stopped, put the briefcase in his left hand under his right shoulder, reached out and took out a note from his suit pocket, carefully After reading the name above, he raised his head and looked around again, as if looking for something. Soon, his eyes lit up, and after putting the note back into his pocket, he quickly walked forward with the briefcase, and soon turned into a coffee shop two shops away.

With the help of putting away the umbrella and putting it on the umbrella stand, Bill, disguised as a middle-aged man, looked around the store and found a blond man in the corner. He smiled and nodded at the waitress, indicating that he had an appointment and then turned towards the corner. Go to the table.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long."

Bill greeted the strange man who was reading the newspaper in front of him.

In fact, it was the two sides who were matching passwords. No matter who was late, they would say this.

"No, I just arrived."

The man put down the newspaper and made a please gesture to Bill with a smile: "Then let's start!"

After the password was matched, Bill couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Sit down in front of Albert, who was disguised as a middle-aged blond man.

"Look at this information first!"

Albert took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to the man opposite.

Bill admired Albert's ability to disguise from the bottom of his heart. Even if the Death Eaters were staring here, 80% of them wouldn't recognize their identities.

No matter who sees this scene, they will think that they are just two ordinary salesmen who are talking about the company's cooperation business.

Bill turned to the document and found that it was indeed a company document. He soon saw the handwriting printed on it with very light ink at Albert's suggestion.

Every page has it, the content is very simple:

Albert hoped that Bill would help him deliver a few letters to the therapists at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. In the process, he needed Bill and Fleur to disguise themselves as a pregnant couple when they went to the hospital for a check-up. The letter was sent.

"This…"

Bill put down the document in his hand and looked up at Albert, but seemed to realize something, and quickly suppressed the confusion on his face.

To be honest, Bill really doesn't understand what Albert wants to do?

"Actually, if you really need it, I can directly..."

"What would you like to drink?" Albert interrupted politely.

"Just like you."

After seeing the waitress next to him, Bill said with a smile.

"Please bring this gentleman a cappuccino," Albert said to the waitress.

After the waitress left, Bill lowered his voice and asked, "Can't you just send it over there?"

"It's easy to be suspicious, and I don't want to cause them any trouble. You know I'm not in a good position. Oh, yes, that's a letter from Mrs. McDougall to an old friend."

"Okay, no problem, I'll take the time to help you do it this weekend." Bill hesitated for a moment and agreed to help Albert. Although he felt that Albert's actions were completely superfluous and just let the owl deliver the letter, there must be a special reason for Albert's arrangement.

Perhaps, this is more secretive, and it is less easy for people to see flaws?

Bill didn't refuse. This matter is not difficult for him. Anyway, he only needs to go there, that is... I believe that Furong should be willing to cooperate.

"By the way, I will get married next summer, remember to come to the wedding then." Bill mentioned another thing.

"I will. However, I think you may have misunderstood just now,"

Albert took a sip of his coffee and explained to Bill with a smile.

"I just need a few strands of your hair, and then borrow your identities. Then at some point, I hope you don't show up outside, so as not to arouse suspicion, it only takes about two hours."

After hearing Albert's words, Billton was stunned.

He never thought that things would turn out like this. He originally thought...

"Oh, okay! Of course there's no problem." Bill nodded stiffly and agreed, he was really a little dizzy by Albert's cowardly manipulation.

I thought that the other party would ask him for something, but he just wanted to borrow their identity.

Of course, Albert would not let Bill deliver the letter. He would take Mrs. McDoug directly to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to find a therapist, and directly use Mrs. McDoug's relationship with Garen to get things done and avoid any appearances during the period. any nonsense.

As for pretending to be Bill and Fleur, it is naturally to avoid suspicion, not to mention that the two are already engaged, and they accidentally did something before marriage, which is actually not a strange thing. Someone eloped.Follow current s on ɴovelFɪre.net

Bill was confused by Albert, and he told Fleur about it when he went back.

"Could it be that Albert's wife was pregnant, so he planned to secretly contact the therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries." Fleur expressed her guess, "Albert is being attacked by that group of dark wizards. There is a reward, if he appears directly in a crowded place like St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, it is easy to be targeted."

"It makes sense, maybe it's true," Bill suddenly realized, kissed his fiancée's forehead and said, "You are so smart, I was still depressed why I pretended to be pregnant."

"However, that guy is really cautious." Furong said softly.

Bill will get the hair from Fleur, put it in a glass jar with his own, and plan to give it to Fred and George when he goes to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters tonight, he'll be staying at home for the weekend anyway English tutoring for Furong.

"By the way, Bill, I have something to discuss with you." Fleur said suddenly.

"What's up."

"I plan to join the Order of the Phoenix?" Furong said seriously.

"You want to join the Order of the Phoenix, but...would that be too dangerous?"

Bill hesitated. He didn't want to drag Fleur into this endless war. It was too cruel for Fleur. Although the Order of the Phoenix needed more allies, he really didn't want to...

"If we get married, I don't think my situation will be much better than joining the Order of the Phoenix." Fleur looked at the hesitant Bill and reminded pretending to be angrily, "Don't forget, I also participated in the Triwizard Tournament. Sai, it's not as fragile as you think."

"Okay, you persuaded me, let me ask you about Dumbledore."

Bill kissed Fleur's forehead again and took the beautiful girl into his arms. He knew that this matter had nothing to do with Furong, but because she resolutely joined in, he felt a lot of guilt, especially since he could see that neither his sister nor his mother liked Furong very much. , and the other party did not complain about it.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Mrs. Weasley appeared outside.

"I hope I didn't disturb you."

After Mrs. Weasley opened the door, she said to her eldest son, "Lupin just told me that the meeting in the evening was brought forward. It seems that it was because of some action. I heard that it was a crazy idea from Fred and George."

"By the way, Mom, Fleur also plans to join the Order of the Phoenix." Bill suddenly said.

"Ah, this..."

Mrs. Weasley stopped, turned her head to look at Fleur in surprise, frowned slightly and said, "Joining the Order of the Phoenix is ​​very dangerous, and you have to get Dumbledore's approval first."

"I will." Bill nodded.

After a brief dinner with Fleur at home, Bill hurried to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, where Sirius just finished dinner. Mrs Weasley was helping with the dishes. When Bill walked into the hall, Kingsley Distributing documents to everyone: "Scrimgeour has agreed to that plan, and intends to use this opportunity to ambush the Death Eaters. I think he is more eager than anyone to reduce the power of You-Know-Who."

"That's good news, isn't it?" muttered Fred. "It's better than Fudge, and working with the Ministry of Magic can greatly reduce the threat of Death Eaters, although the guys at the Ministry may not be reliable, sk Lin Jie also seems to be aware of this problem."

Of course, all of this is due to Albert.

Until now, many members of the Order of the Phoenix have wondered how Albert managed to convince Scrimgeour, which was a very difficult task.

Who made Scrimgeour have a normal relationship with Dumbledore?

"The success rate of this plan is very high. Even if it fails, it's just a matter of spending some time playing a show." Sirius agreed with this plan very much. He felt that those who tried to beat Albert's idea would be out of luck again.

"Did he say anything?"

Moody put down the parchment and looked at Fred and George. He believed that it was definitely not Fred and George's idea, and most likely it was Albert's idea.

Well, it really conforms to that guy's style of behavior. You don't need to do it yourself to get revenge. Others enthusiastically help him do it for him. In the whole process, he only needs to pay a hair for it.

"No, Albert has been busy all the time, and seems to be planning to compile another Defense Against the Dark Arts book recently," Fred seemed to think of something, and added: "We are also very busy, and the next Defense Against the Dark Arts training will not be went to participate."

"By the way, we have a good thing here that should be of great use."

George continued what Fred said. He smiled and took out a few very ordinary bags from his pocket, and then pulled out a metal rod from the bag in front of everyone's eyes.

"The Traceless Stretching Spell?" Kingsley couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene, "You guys really like to abuse this spell."

This was not the first time, he could always see traces of the Unmarked Stretch Spell from Fred and George, and there were signs that they were abusing this spell.

"What is this?" Sirius was more interested in what George was holding.

"Communication pen, probably," George said not quite sure. "This thing is one of Albert's latest research results. It is used like a magic coin, but it is more clever than magic coins. It can be used to transmit messages in time."

Fred unfolded the metal rod, and above it were long strips of metal, about five inches in length.

"This is an integrated version of the communication bookmark." George introduced to everyone: "You can use magic to change the text on the metal bar to achieve the effect of mutual communication. Although it is not as convenient as a double-sided mirror, this thing is easier to carry, and at the same time Can deliver a message to a lot of people.”

"The disadvantage is that once it is obtained by others, it is easy to expose. Of course, as long as you take good care of things, people usually won't notice this little bag that has been cast with a traceless stretch spell, like this." George gestured to Fred Show others the magic of this little pouch that's been enchanted with the Traceless Stretch Charm.

Just pinch it on the clothes with the sticking spell, put it in after using the communication pen, and you can easily pick it up with **** when taking it.

When Albert took out this thing, they were all amazed. They didn't expect that newsletter bookmarks could be used like this. Although they had seen Albert turn the newsletter bookmark into a book before, it was cumbersome to use.

Now this thing is undoubtedly a simplified version, and the cost is cheaper. With it, it is very easy to send messages to each other.

"If you want to add other communication bars, you just need to dismantle it and add a matching communication bar to it." George suggested that everyone could pick it up and try it.

"It's really convenient!" Sirius guessed the manufacturing principle of this thing, but there are actually very few wizards who can master the transformation spell like Albert.

The difficulty of changing numbers for ordinary coins is much easier than the current thing.

Several communication pens were quickly divided up by Sirius and his group, and it just so happened that this action could come in handy.

"If you think there is any problem, you can tell us."

"Are you going to sell this thing?" Kingsley asked with a frown.

"After this war is over, the low-end version should be sold." George did not hide this, he believed that this thing would definitely be very popular.

At least couples will definitely like it. He remembered that Albert used to use it to chat with his girlfriend.

"It always feels like a lot has changed now." Moody fiddled with the newsletter bookmark in his hand, and sighed softly: "There were not so many auxiliary props before, and it was not so convenient."

Even if you use a double-sided mirror, you can't always find someone right away, and this thing will heat up after receiving the news, and you will be aware of it as long as you wear it on your body, and you can keep the news, so you will definitely receive it.

If they also had these things in the last wizard war, maybe the situation would be much better.

Albert brought them a lot of changes in thinking, but the Death Eaters didn't know anything about it. This is also because after Voldemort's recovery, the Death Eaters have been shriveled.

"Okay, it's almost time, Snotling should be here!" Sirius looked at the clock and reminded.

The meaning is obvious, that is, this matter has to be kept from Snape.

Everyone's distrust of this Mr. Spy has been deflected by Sirius. In his words, there is no need to let Snape know.

Everyone hurriedly put away the parchment on the table, then brought the cups and poured butter beer for everyone, and casually chatted about some light-hearted trivia.

Bill also mentioned his fiancée Fleur's plan to join the Order of the Phoenix by the way, but this matter was not opposed by others.

It was Mrs Weasley who looked a little depressed.

During the last Wizarding War, both of her older brothers joined the Order of the Phoenix and died as a result. Now, however, almost the entire family has joined the Order of the Phoenix.

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