The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In recent days, Hertok felt that his luck was particularly bad. He lost his gold membership card inexplicably when he watched an opera in France. The potion research that had gone smoothly originally encountered a bunch of problems, and it was directly stuck in the bottleneck. .

Even taking the previously stored blessing potions did not improve my luck.

Hertok has not reported the loss of his gold membership card to the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association, let alone telling others about it.

Sometimes there are more people who know it, but it will cause a lot of trouble for myself.

Hertok never expected to publish a search article in the Daily Prophet to help him retrieve his gold membership card.

Through his contacts, Hertok asked someone to help herself predict: the gold membership card will be taken to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At present, I should go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, negotiate with Dumbledore, and identify one by one among the students until I find the boy who found the gold membership card.

However, this is definitely not a good idea.

While Hertok was still struggling with this matter, someone sent him a letter through the owl. The letter read: You seem to have some minor troubles, I can help you.

P.S. At eight o'clock in the evening, I like to enjoy evening tea on the terrace.

The sender's name is: Bud Brod.

Hertok knew Bud Brod, both of whom were members of Wiesengamo, but the actual conversations were not many.

After all, the two people's areas of expertise are completely different, and the scope of communication is also different.

It is not unreasonable to interlace like mountains.

However, Hertok still plans to visit Bud Brod. Since the other party wrote to himself, it would certainly not be aimless.

It's a quarter past seven.

Hertok came to the lake early, and the oncoming wind was very cool, temporarily dispelling the summer heat.

"Really a guy who likes to enjoy." Hertok raised his head and looked into the distance, squinting his eyes slightly, and muttered: "Phantom manifestation is prohibited here?"

Hetok lit the tip of his magic wand, walked along the shore of the lake, and finally stopped on a dilapidated pier, looking at the only small broken ship on the pier, and fell into a brief silence.

Hertok stepped up, and the boat faced the night wind and sailed towards the island in the lake under the cover of night.

The boat drove for a while and arrived at the dock of the island in the lake before sinking. There was a house elf on the dock, welcoming Hertok's arrival.

"The master told me to wait for you here, Mr. Hertok Duggworth, please come with me." The house elf bowed to Hertok and saluted, and then led the way with an oil lamp.

They walked on the path paved with stones, during which they passed several defensive magic before entering the manor.

"Good evening Hertok, you came earlier than I expected." Broad sat at the round table on the terrace and greeted the visitors.

"I'm here, tell me, what good news do you have." Hertok suppressed the anxiety in his heart and asked.

"Oh, it seems that the rumors are true. You have lost something valuable." Brod smiled and gestured to Hertok to sit down.

Hurtock sat down and continued to patiently listen to the other side's nonsense. As long as Brod could provide him with some useful information, he wouldn't mind waiting a little longer.

"I have a little friend who wrote to me a while ago and told me that he had encountered some strange things." Brod poured some red wine on the glass in front of Hertok and continued: "He said he had just returned from a vacation in France. But inexplicably received a letter from the Ministry of Magic because he used the flying curse in France. However, in fact, he has just finished first grade and has not yet mastered how to use the flying curse."

Hertok opened his mouth, but after all he did not speak.

"This is a gift he brought back to me from a holiday in France. Muggle red wine. It feels very good." Brod finished speaking and looked at Hertok with a smile.

No matter how stupid he is, he can understand the meaning of Browder's words. The boy who said that the child's eight achievements was the boy who picked up his gold membership card.

"What's his name?" Hertok took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

Brod did not answer immediately, but looked at Hertok calmly and asked, "What are you going to do with this? Just go to him and ask for something, or?"

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you?" Hertok couldn't help blurting out, but regretted it the next moment.

"Of course it does matter." Brod looked up Hertok up and down and shook his head: "It seems that you need a glass of red wine with ice to calm down."

Hertok was silent, and after a long time he said, "Sorry, I was impolite. I have encountered a lot of bad luck recently, and I am quite angry."

"I can understand." Browder didn't blame the other party for being rude, and sent the letter Albert wrote to Hertok.

After reading the letter, Hertok raised his head and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's not what I hope." Brod corrected. "You seem to cause trouble for my little friend."

"I will compensate him." Hertok said quickly.

"Oh, you don't seem to understand me." Brod intertwined his hands, looked at Hertok, and kindly reminded: "He doesn't need any compensation from you, you just need to clean up the mess you caused. ."

"A mess?" Hertok repeated softly.

"Isn't it?" Brod asked rhetorically.

"To some extent, it is indeed a mess." Hertok did not deny this. "But it's not a big deal."

"It might be a big deal for him." Brod said.

Hertok was silent and nodded again to show that he knew.

"Thank you, Mr. Browder." Hertok stood up and thanked the other person, and then left.

"Don't stay for a cup of evening tea?" Brod asked with a smile, "We can sit down and talk..."

"No," Hertok simply refused, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am very busy and have a lot of things to do, so I don't have much time to enjoy the leisure time."

"I think you'll be willing to sit down and talk to me soon." Brod didn't care, and smiled and said to Hertok, "I won't be here next time I meet."

Hertok left the hut in the lake and took the small broken boat back to the shore of the lake. He already knew the boy's name, and the next step was to negotiate with the other party and get his gold membership card back.

"He's gone!"

As soon as Hertok's front foot left, McDoug smiled and sat in the position where Hertok had just been. He picked up his untouched glass, drank the lipstick wine, and blinked and said, "It tastes good. However, Anderson didn't even send me a bottle."

"Because I am his professor!" Brod touched his beard and smiled happily.

"Do you think Hertok will succeed?".

"If he cleans up the mess he caused, he will get his belongings back." Brod said with a smile.

"By the way, why are you meeting Hertok with me?" McDoug asked again.

Yes, the cottage in the lake is actually one of McDoug's homes. Although it is called the cottage, it is actually a small manor.

"That guy will definitely not get the gold membership card back. When he comes here to find me, he will definitely find no one." Brod said happily.

"How did you guess it was a gold membership card?" McDoug asked rhetorically.

"Otherwise, what do you think would make Hertok bother to find?" Brod said cheerfully.

"Then why..."

"Why did it fail?" Brod asked rhetorically.

"Ok."

"Anderson is different from other children," Brod said softly, "If Hurtock wants to use compensation to solve this problem, he must be a bit ashamed."

"Well, I heard that Rowena plans to go to Hogwarts as a professor of defense against the dark arts." McDoug suddenly changed the subject.

"This..." Brod sipped the lipstick wine and frowned.

McDoug's tone became very serious, frowning slightly, "What is he doing at Hogwarts?"

"Does Gerber know about this?" Brod asked suddenly.

"I don't know for the time being." McDoug shook his head and said: "Go to him and ask what is going on!"

"Gerber will definitely not tell Rowena about inheritance because of his relatives." Brod shook his head and directly rejected the most likely thing: "As Smith's direct line, I must have seen some relevant records. Rowena is very good. Smart, he probably guessed something from these records."

"He is very smart, but his personality is not suitable~www.mtl.com~ McDoug said softly: "And...Forget it, anyway, there are two suitable candidates now, and it will be fine to pick one from among them. . "

"Well, until then, watch them."

"I will." McDoug smiled and shook the goblet. "This wine is good. By the way, I won the bet last time!"

"I remember that most of your books were given away!" Brod shook his head helplessly: "How many copies have you sold?"

"Should be half?" McDoug thought for a while, and said with a smile, "I wish to bet."

"Well, he's yours." Brod pointed to the open bottle of red wine. After speaking, he picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a small glass.

"Go, go to Gerber together to figure this out." McDoug tapped the cork with his wand, and it automatically jumped back to the top of the bottle and re-plugged it.

McDoug took up a half bottle of red wine and walked towards the fireplace. Brod followed behind McDoug and disappeared into the fireplace full of green flames.

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