The Alchemist of Harry Potter

It was pitch black inside Shimen, and nothing could be seen.

As soon as they stepped in, a torch suddenly lit up in the room, making the four of them more vigilant, for fear that they would have to fight something again.

In the eyes of the four, there are two figures sitting opposite each other by the burning campfire, seeming to be chatting about some interesting topic.

The only treasure here is in the hands of the middle-aged man opposite the tall giant. Godric Gryffindor was wiping the silver sword with a cloth, talking and laughing with the giant opposite.

They carefully watched the two stone statues in front of them, fearing that they would suddenly attack themselves.

A few minutes later, the stone statue did not move, and still stayed there quietly, but the crucible by the campfire was steaming.

Albert looked at each other, and walked vigilantly towards the stone statue.

"Look...that sword!" George exclaimed.

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on the ruby-studded silver sword held by the Gryffindor statue.

To be honest, Albert was actually very surprised when he saw this sword. He still vaguely remembered that Harry Potter took out the Gryffindor sword from the sorting hat and killed the snake in the secret room. strange.

But how could this weapon be here now?

"This long sword is really beautiful." Lee Jordan muttered to himself as he looked at the silver sword.

"This is the Gryffindor sword you're talking about?" George asked Albert, turning his head.

"Well, it should be correct, a magic sword made by a fairy." Albert headed.

"Are you going to take it away?" Lee Jordan tried to remove the sword from the arm of the stone statue, but failed.

"Take it away? No, I won't take this sword away," Albert shook his head. "Gryffindor's sword does not belong to me, it belongs to Gryffindor."

"How about taking it back to school?" Fred suddenly proposed excitedly. "Principal Dumbledore will definitely give us a lot of points."

"Leave it here." Albert shook his head.

In fact, Albert initially considered taking this sword back, but considering that he received a special contribution award not long ago, he took the Gryffindor sword back at this time, and Dumbledore estimated that he would never give it back. A special contribution award.

"Why?" George asked puzzledly, "Just take it back, and the score we get will definitely help us beat Slytherin College."

"I don't intend to expose this place for the time being." Albert shook his head, "I am going to turn this place into our secret base, maybe it will be useful."

"This is deep in the Forbidden Forest." Lee Jordan said weakly.

"Apparition," Albert reminded.

"We have no opinion." The twins nodded in agreement with Albert's decision.

"Well, I have no objection." Lee Jordan said regretfully.

"However, it was a pity that I finally came in and didn't get anything." George looked at the silver sword and couldn't help muttering.

"Treasures, yes!"

Albert raised his finger to the dark cauldron on the campfire. There was still some unknown viscous liquid in it, a bit like some terrible dark dish.

All four of them deliberately ignored it.

"Treasure, this is it?"

"If I guessed correctly, this should be the crucible of the giant Dai Wenqi."

"The Thirteen Treasures of the British Isles, the crucible of the legendary giant Dai Wenqi?" Fred was shocked. He looked up and down the liquid that was still bubbling with mud-colored bubbles, and muttered: "It is said that this crucible is only for bravery. People cook meat, but cowards can't use it."

"You mean, we should... eat this stuff?" Li Qiaodan looked at the liquid in the cauldron and couldn't help swallowing, without any appetite.

Is this for them to eat dirt?

"I think this joke is not funny at all," George said with a straight face.

"Perhaps, this is also a test!"

Albert took out a candy and turned it into a spoon using the Transfiguration Charm. "Whoever wants to try it first, even if it is really poisoned, I can send you back to Hogwarts for treatment."

The three of them looked at Albert and said angrily, "Or, you can eat first!"

"It only takes a small bite." Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "It's time to eat multi-flavored beans."

"Well, I am coming!"

Li Qiaodan plucked up his courage and tremblingly stretched his spoon towards the pot of dark food, shook a small spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed with his nausea.

The next moment, his eyes widened, and his face was full of shock.

"Are you all right!" Fred asked worriedly.

"Isn't it really poisoned!"

"The taste is... unexpectedly good!" Lee Jordan blinked and said in shock: "It's the taste of broth."

"You are not fooling us!" George obviously didn't believe Lee Jordan's nonsense.

"What did I lie to you for?" Lee Jordan took another spoonful and nodded: "It is indeed the smell of broth. I feel my whole body warmed up. That feeling is really amazing.

"Maybe, this is the crucible of the legendary giant Dai Wenqi!" Fred muttered. He was also going to try it, but Albert stopped it.

"Wait a little longer and see if there are other effects." Albert was very cautious, worried that he might be poisoned if he eats it.

"I think Betty Bot may have been here." Lee Jordan said of his guess, "He is likely to get inspiration from here."

"Is Betty Bot a student of Gryffindor?" Fred asked.

"should be."

"why would you say so?"

"Each bite is an adventure." Lee Jordan said the slogan of Bibi Duo, "This is Gryffindor, isn't it?"

"Maybe!" Albert was noncommittal, he hadn't studied this aspect.

After waiting for a few minutes to make sure that Lee Jordan was okay, the three of them all tasted the food in the cauldron. It was indeed the taste of broth as Lee Jordan said.

"It's incredible." Albert muttered, looking at the food in the bowl. After eating, he felt warm and full of energy.

"Didn't it mean that the silverware forged by the fairy silversmith will not be stained with dust and stains?" Albert looked sideways at the sword-wiping Gryffindor, and couldn't help but complain. He stretched out his hand to pick up the silver sword from the stone statue, brushed his finger across the spine of the sword, paused for a moment on the name on it, and muttered, "It seems that the fairy should be lying."

"How did you take the sword down?" Li Qiaodan asked in shock.

Albert ignored Lee Jordan and said mysteriously: "Do you know the story behind the Gryffindor sword?"

"Let's talk, don't make people appetite,"

It is said that Gryffindor wanted a long sword in hand, so he asked the fairy king at that time as the best silversmith to build a long sword. Later, after the Fairy King built the weapon, he was reluctant to hand it over to Gryffindor, and then he pretended that Gryffindor stole the sword from him...

Listening to Albert's old stories, Fred, George and Lee Jordan were all dumbfounded.

"So, now the fairies think...is this true?"

"The information I saw in the literature is like this."

Of course, these documents were actually not found in the Hogwarts library, but in the manor of Broad, where there are really many ancient documents and materials, most of which are manuscripts.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a thing." Li Qiaodan felt that he had really gained knowledge, but then realized something, and asked suspiciously: "Aren't you fooling us again!"

"I remember Fred's eldest brother working at Gringotts!" Albert said suddenly, "You will know if you go back and ask him."

"Fairies think that everything they make should belong to them. Wizards spend money to buy them, which are only temporarily rented by the payer. They think that after the original purchaser dies, the things should be returned to the fairies. When you pass it on Your offspring, when they don’t pay the fairies, are no better than stealing."

"But why does the fairy make up such a lie?"

"In order to cover up the truth!" Albert said without hesitation, "The Goblin King could not get back the sword because he kicked the iron plate. Gryffindor threatened the Goblin King. If he did that, he would use this sword. Kill the fairy king and his subjects."

"Later, the goblin society began to circulate that Gryffindor stole the sword. In order to make this lie come true, the goblin king instilled such a concept in his tribe, so as to realize the fact that Gryffindor stole the sword."

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"In fact, the goblin king did very successfully, but it also caused trouble to the goblins. The relationship between the goblin and wizard with that kind of thinking is not good, is it?" Albert said contemptuously, "this one. It also indirectly led to two goblin rebellions in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries."

"Of course, history has been difficult to explore. Whether it is the goblin lying or Gryffindor lying is no longer found, but I prefer to believe that the goblin is lying..."

"Why?" the three asked puzzled.

"Look at this..." Albert pointed to the handwriting on the spine of the sword.

"Godric Gryffindor."

"Only the fairy silversmith has the craft of processing silver. That is to say, this name was engraved by the fairy king at the time by Gryffindor." Albert said softly, "this sword belongs to Gryffindor without a doubt. ."

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