The Alchemist of Harry Potter

　　 An hour later, Albert, Fred, and George returned to the Broken Cauldron Bar after completing their purchases. Mrs. Weasley, Ron, and Percy have not yet returned. However, their books had already been delivered, and they were piled on the floor beside the table of Herb and Mr. Weasley.

　　 After seeing Albert's return, Herb couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and asked: "Have you bought everything?"

　　 "If you have all the books, you will buy them all." Albert picked out a marked package from his pile and said, "This is a gift for everyone."

　　 "Mrs. Weasley has bought all the books you want." Herb pointed to the package next to him, "Then I will go back first, and you must pay attention to your safety."

　　 "Don't worry, we are safe there." Mr. Weasley smiled and helped move things.

　　 Fred and George have always wanted to invite Albert to play at home for a few days, saying that Albert had helped them a lot. This time it finally succeeded.

　　 "Mr. Anderson is not the same as the Muggles I have seen." Mr. Weasley said with emotion, looking at the direction where the car disappeared.

　　 Every time he discusses certain electrical appliances in the Muggle World with other people, they will look at him like a lunatic.

　　 Muggles like Herb who can patiently explain to him the usefulness of those electrical appliances are rare, and the tone of the other person's speech makes him feel very comfortable.

　　 It is not difficult to see that Herb is very concerned about his son and asked a lot about the magic world.

　　 It is very important to communicate and understand each other.

　　 "Well, he is very receptive to certain things." Albert knew that Herb actually didn't have much patience, and said casually, "After all, his son is a wizard."

　　 After returning to the Broken Cauldron Bar, Mr. Weasley ordered a glass of butter beer for each of the three, preparing to continue chatting with Albert on the topic of Muggle appliances.

　　 However, the topic was quickly turned off by Albert, discussing the invasion of Gringotts.

"Everyone suspects that some very powerful dark wizard did it." Mr. Weasley said what he knew. "This is not good news. The goblins of Gringotts were almost mad. They still can't find it. A clue to the intruder."

　　 "The Daily Prophet said that the thing was not lost, as if it was taken away in advance." Albert said suddenly, "It should be a very valuable item."

　　 "I don't know." Mr. Weasley didn't want to talk about it.

　　 "That group of fairies are actually stupid." Albert suddenly lowered his voice.

　　 Mr. Weasley opened his mouth, but listened to Albert continue to say, "If you can't find the culprit, you can actually ask the owner of the item, maybe the other party knows who invaded Gringotts."

　　 "Why?"

　　 Mr. Weasley was also taken aback, but Fred was the first to ask everyone's doubts.

"The fairies didn't reveal what was in the vault. Certainly not many people knew what that item was." Albert said in a low voice, "and the thief stared at it directly, it means that the other party knows what's in the vault, otherwise Why didn't he steal other valuable things, but stared directly at the things in the vault?"

　　 "Well, it makes sense, the thief is definitely not ignorant." George agreed.

"Then, the wizard who put the things in Gringotts would not have no idea about this? He obviously knew or had a premonition, otherwise it would be impossible to take the things away in advance." Albert continued to analyze, " There are not so many coincidences in the world."

　　 Mr. Weasley also had to admit that what Albert said was reasonable.

　　 However, this topic could not continue. Mrs. Weasley returned with a bunch of packages with Ron, followed by Percy with an owl.

　　 They asked Tom, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar, to borrow the fireplace and use Floo powder to return to the Burrow.

　　 Albert was the first to get out of the fireplace. As soon as he moved his position, there were rapid footsteps upstairs.

　　 "Mom, did you buy it for me..."

　　 A red-haired girl appeared at the top of the stairs, looking at the stranger at home, for a moment, staring at Albert warily.

　　 However, she soon felt relieved, because Fred and George got out of the fireplace one after another.

　　 "Our sister Ginny." Fred introduced each other, "This is Albert. I told you that he will stay at our house these days."

　　 "Hello Ginny." Albert greeted Ginny with a smile. This is a cute red-haired girl.

　　 "Hello!" Ginny looked at Albert, and quickly ran to Mrs. Weasley who had just emerged from the fireplace.

　　 "The wizard's house is incredible." Albert looked at the pot he was cleaning and said with a smile, "This is magic... by the way, where's Charlie?"

　　 "Charlie went to Romania to study dragons." George said helplessly, "A few days ago, we sent him to the King's Cross station by train."

　　 "Train?"

　　 "King's Cross Station has trains to other countries." George explained.

　　 "I thought wizards would use door keys or Floo fans to travel."

　　 "Most of the time, only the smuggling wizard will use the door key." Mr. Weasley finally got out of the fireplace, "You live in Charlie tonight."

　　 "Albert stayed in our room of course, and George went to sleep in Charlie's room." Fred said immediately.

　　 "Why didn't you go to Charlie's room to sleep." George complained.

"Come on, I'll take you to see our bedroom." Fred ignored George's complaint and said to Albert with his own package. "Last time, we have done some research on the thing you mentioned. It's done."

　　 "That thing?" Albert was stunned for a moment before he remembered what the thing Fred was talking about.

　　 As he walked through the narrow aisle and stepped onto the rickety stairs, George said regretfully, "Unfortunately, it's still a semi-finished product."

　　 Fred and George’s room is very messy~www.mtl.com~ There are a lot of things stacked in it.

"Originally, we planned to apply magic to the toffee, but later found out that this method didn't work. We could only work on potions, but it was not easy." Fred sat on the camp bed and turned the table The concubine tossed Albert and said, "This is a semi-finished product we made."

"It seems that you need a laboratory, you can try using the non-marking stretching spell. Also, no one will eat this thing, the potion smell is too strong." Albert peeled off the shell and smelled the candies , Frowned slightly, the toffee smelled of bulking agent.

　　 "Dad won't agree." George was very depressed. "The last time we scolded us because of this."

　　 "Why?"

　　 "The Ministry of Magic does not allow wizards to use that kind of spell at will." Fred explained.

　　 "As long as you don't let the Ministry of Magic know, it's fine." Albert picked up the book and began to read it. "Are you going to try to improve the expansion potion?"

"Well, we tried the swelling agent. That thing is really terrible. Last time Fred died, his tongue couldn't taste the taste for several days." George continued with an expression of unbearable retrospect, "So, we again I tried a bulking agent, but the toffee made from that thing has a strong taste."

　　 "The thing in your hand is the latest improvement. We are going to try it with the goblin downstairs." Fred whispered, "Of course, I can't let mom know. Maybe you can help us improve it."

　　 The twins looked at Albert expectantly.

　　 "Test the effect of the candy first?" Albert blinked, "Where is the goblin you are talking about?"