The Alchemist of Harry Potter

At night, in the Smith Manor shrouded in wind and snow, the windows of the study were still lit. Gerber Smith was sitting at his desk, flipping through the envelope he received a while ago.

On the cabinet next to the desk, there are countless glass bottles filled with silver-like memory fragments.

Suddenly, the door of the study was knocked gently.

The house elves pushed in, bowed to the wizard in front of the desk and said, "Master, in five minutes, the visitor will arrive."

The entire manor was well hidden. Except for those important people, no one in the Smith family knew the existence of the manor, let alone its location.

"I see." Gerber Smith drank the cold black tea, stretched out his hands and stood up on the table, and walked slowly towards the hall of the manor.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, he saw a green flame suddenly turned under the marble fireplace, and Bud Brod bent over and walked out of the fireplace.

"What happened, did you actually use the Floo Net?" Gerber Smith looked at Bud Brod and asked inexplicably.

Today, the Floo Network is controlled by the Floo Network Administration of the Ministry of Magic. It is difficult to hide the Floo Network from the Ministry of Magic. However, there are still some places that are still not monitored by the Floo Network, such as the internal flight of Hogwarts. The road network, such as the fireplace of Gerber Smith’s secret manor.

"Are the others here yet?" Bud Brod wiped off the ashes from his black robe and looked around.

"No, you are the first." Gerber Smith vaguely guessed that he was willing. There would not be too many reasons for them to get together. At this moment, the flames reappeared in the fireplace.

"good evening."

Tiberus Ogden walked out of the fireplace and greeted the two.

Mogg McDoug didn't let them wait too long, and soon walked out of the burning fireplace.

"Everyone is here, let's talk about what is important." Gerber Smith took them to a comfortable room somewhere in the manor. The house elves respectfully offered refreshments, and then quickly turned and left.

"About Rowena Smith." Bud Brod looked at Gerber Smith, frowned and asked, "How much does he know?"

The other three frowned. They can be sure that the four present will never reveal their affairs to others, and every Wild Smith will not reveal to others secrets that belong only to them.

Bud Brod put a letter on the table, took the magic wand and tapped it lightly. The envelope opened automatically and began to read the contents. If Albert were here, he would find that this letter was written to Professor Broad, indicating that he has successfully mastered the advanced usage of ancient magic texts, and the details after entering Ravenclaw’s secret room are attached. Happening. Of course, it also includes Rowena Smith's guess. "

"Rovenner certainly doesn't know too much. I guess it's only inferred from a small amount of literature in the Smith family." Gerber Smith continued, "He is not an idiot, he must have guessed something, and he has also been involved. Winclaw’s secret room, it’s not surprising to know the surname of Wild Smith. And I even suspect that Albert Anderson and Isobel McDoug must also know some."

"The question now is, what does Rowena Smith want to do?" Bud Brod frowned and reminded, "Don't forget, he has always been brooding about this, don't forget about Blair. "

Blair McDoug is the father of Isabel and Katrina. When Blair was very young, he died in an unexpected magic experiment.

As a former candidate, Blair has been eliminated, but he is still a member of their loose circle. At that time, they doubted whether Blair's death was related to Rowena.

All four are silent!

They all know why Bud Brod called them. Two qualified candidates are at Hogwarts. If Rowena Smith suddenly goes crazy and kills them all, the new generation of Wild Smith heirs It's over.

The selection of candidates is usually very secretive, but Rowena used to be a candidate, and it is not difficult to find some clues if he has the intention to track down.

Although the probability of him going crazy is very small, he has to arouse the attention of several people.

No way, who made Rowena Smith too persistent on this matter, some of his personality is too bad, this is the main reason why Rowena was not selected.

"In a few months, Rowena should take the initiative to leave Hogwarts, and I will be watching them for the rest of this time." Mogg McDoug took the initiative.

"If something bad really happens, I'll take care of it." Gerber Smith's tone is very calm, even if Rowena Smith is his grandson, he can't cross the line.

For Wild Smith, only the wizard who inherited this surname can be regarded as a true relative.

"The bronze book, let Albert put it back when Rowena leaves Hogwarts." Tiberus Ogden said.

The party didn't last long, and they all dispersed.

Gerber Smith stood by the window, looking at the wind and snow outside, and muttered, "Rovenner, what do you want to do?"

...

In the responsive room, Albert, who wears earplugs and earmuffs, has no idea about this. He is dealing with Mandela grass roots, preparing to complete the Howling of the Banshee.

The thing has been completely changed because it has been marinated in salt for a long time~www.mtl.com~.

The mandela roots dehydrated with salt became extremely hideous. If you insist on describing it, it would have died really badly.

Albert used the Honest Detector to poke the dehydrated Mandela grass roots, and as expected, there was a strong reaction. There is no doubt that this thing will not be able to ignore it, and it has really become a black magic prop.

The mouse next to him had fallen into a coma as early as when the roots of Mandela grass got out of the salt, and he didn't know if he was dead.

Albert stuffed the mandela roots into a bag made of swamp digging skins, which was expanded by the Non-marking Stretching Curse, and then put it into a silver container prepared in advance, and everything went smoothly.

It wasn't until Banshee's Howl was completely closed that Albert slowly took off his earmuffs, unplugged his earplugs, and made sure that the container he made could effectively contain it, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If it fails, he probably falls into a coma. When his roommate finds that he hasn't gone back, he will find himself in the responsive house according to his request. Albert even left on the parchment paper the steps he should do to deal with after being unconscious.

However, the latter move is no longer useful now, so Albert threw it into the fireplace and burned it.

Albert poked the Howl of the Banshee with the Honest Detector. There was no response to this sting, and he didn't know if it was because of too much isolation.

Of course, Banshee's Howl is not essentially a qualified black magic item, so the panel skills are naturally not possible.

However, Albert was still quite satisfied with this thing. Next, he just had to find a chance to test its power. He remembered that Fred and George seemed eager to try it, so he would lend them to play first.

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