The Alchemist of Harry Potter

When I left the responsive house, the curfew had not yet arrived.

Albert gave the order in front of the portrait of the fat lady, and got into the Gryffindor lounge from the exposed passage. At this point, most people have already returned to the dormitory to rest.

"Where have you been?" Shanna looked at Albert coming in from outside in surprise.

"Kitchen, do you want it?"

Albert shook the bag in his hand, which contained butter cookies.

"Thank you." Shanna took two butter biscuits, poured herself a cup of hot cocoa, and chatted with Albert about some of the problems encountered in study, and then went back to the dormitory to rest.

"You actually came back. We are thinking about how we will lift you out of the responsive house?"

At the moment when the door of the dormitory was opened, Fred and the others who were playing cards turned their heads and looked at the door. They were a little disappointed when they saw that it was Albert.

How hopeful is that something will happen to me?

"I'm okay, I'm really sorry for you guys!" Albert's forehead was slightly beating, and he said angrily. He decided not to give them the supper he got from the kitchen.

"You succeeded?" Lee Jordan was even more curious about what Albert said, which is said to be a very powerful self-defense weapon.

"Successful, the effect is very good."

Albert took out the small cage from his pocket and put it on the table.

"What is this stuff?"

"mouse trap."

"Are you kidding?" Lee Jordan raised his eyebrows.

"Idiot, it's a non-mark stretching curse." Fred had seen this kind of magic.

"You have actually mastered the Unmarked Stretching Curse. It is said that this kind of magic is super difficult." George said in disbelief. "By the way, haven't you been practicing the Patronus Curse?"

"Professor Smith taught that I haven't learned how to make the patron saint speak, but I learned this first." With that, Albert got the unconscious mouse out of the small cage.

"Where did you get the mouse?"

"It took a lot of effort to scratch the corner of the castle where the debris was piled up." Albert poked the mouse with his hand.

"What happened to the mouse?"

"I don't know, it's probably dead!"

Albert picked up the magic wand and began to try to cast a resuscitation curse on the mouse. He was more curious whether the mouse was dead or not, whether it was cursed, or simply fainted.

"What you do will not be life-threatening!" Lee Jordan said pretendingly in horror.

"I don't know, maybe it will, maybe it won't, I'm testing its power." Albert saw that the rejuvenation had no effect, he knew the effect of Banshee's Howl was very unusual.

"I think this mouse should be dead!" Fred poked the mouse curiously.

"No, otherwise you think Albert will cast a spell on the rat foolishly?" Lee Jordan shook his head.

"This one, shouldn't it be... Percy's spotted one?" George said suddenly, who had been silent.

"Definitely not. Anyway, isn't Percy's mouse going to die soon?"

"I think it seems to be alive well." Fred asked in surprise, "Can mice live for so long?

"Who knows!" Of course Albert knows that mice can't live that long, but people can, but this is not something he needs to pay attention to right now. He takes out a small packet of very dark salt from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"Salt, take your hand and pry the mouse's mouth open." Albert motioned to the three to come and help.

It took them a while to let the hapless mouse swallow the salt.

It didn't take long for the dying mouse to finally woke up, but was languid and looked terrible.

"It works." Fred looked at the waking mouse, and then again fell on the small packet of discolored salt. After looking up and down curiously, he pinched a little into his mouth.

"What the **** is this?" The expression on Fred's face instantly became distorted, he spit out what was in his mouth again, and squatted in a pan with constant retching.

"Salt is only processed, and the effect is similar to a potion. After all, you dare to eat things you don't know." Albert glanced at Fred, a little admiring the opponent's ability to kill.

"What good stuff have you made, take it out and let us see it." George urged, he was very curious about what Albert did.

"Let you try it another day, now I don't want to pass out inexplicably." Albert didn't plan to let them use Banshee's Howl in the dorm. He knew exactly who these were. If someone got it, I guess I can't wait to open it, I will pit myself, and it will hurt other people together.

Facts proved that Albert's decision was right.

In the afternoon the next day, every request is in the house.

Albert looked at the three people who fell to the ground with helpless faces.

Fortunately, he had the foresight, plugged his earplugs in advance, and then gave Fred the Howl of the Banshee.

As expected, Fred, the bastard, immediately opened the Banshee's Howl.

The three without earplugs fell down without warning.

Albert bent down ~www.mtl.com~ and picked up Banshee's Howl from the ground. After confirming that it was not damaged, he closed the Banshee's Howl again, looked at the roommate who fell on the floor, gently Sighed.

If you don’t die, you won’t die. Why don’t you know?

Albert tried a resuscitation spell on several people, but it was as ineffective as a mouse. He took out the prepared salt from his pocket, pried Lee Jordan's mouth to feed him, and poured him a small glass of water to move his Adam's apple so that they could swallow it.

Then, he continued to cast the spell to restore his vitality.

"What's wrong with me, it hurts, it hurts!" Li Qiaodan covered his head, and hit his head when he fell down, "Bah, what is this."

He began to squat next to him and retching, looking uncomfortable.

"That idiot Fred used this stuff, and you all passed out." Albert shook the Howl of the Banshee in his hand and explained casually.

Lee Jordan's face crooked in anger, and wanted to kick Fred with his feet. He blamed this guy for making trouble and pitted all three of them. No wonder, Albert was unwilling to give them a try last night. The relationship guy knew it would become like this.

Lee Jordan watched Albert wake up the Weasley brothers with a grimace. The two of them were not doing well either. They were both bruised and retched now.

George was the most unlucky, a bag swelled on his head.

"Did you know it a long time ago!" Fred asked gloomily, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I said it last night!" Albert said grimly: "But you just don't listen. You have to suffer a bit to remember."

"You guy must be deliberate!"

"I'm so angry, beat him together."

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