The Alchemist of Harry Potter

　　 The three of them went downstairs into the yard, and a few fat brown chickens pecked in the yard.

　　 The Weasley family’s yard is very large. If the surrounding land is counted in, there are overgrown weeds and the flowerbeds have not been taken care of. There is also a large green pond next to it with a lot of frogs.

　　 Fred walked to the flower garden, bent down and leaned into it, and in a moment he caught a goblin.

　　 "Let me go! Let me go!" The goblin screamed, kicking Fred's hand with his foot.

　　 "You can talk!" Albert leaned over and looked at the goblin, feeling that this creature was incredible.

　　 The goblin is not big, he has a big round head like a potato, and his skin is rough and tough.

"Well, goblins can talk, but they are stupid. You only need to turn the goblins to faint and they won't find the goblin holes." Fred grabbed the goblin's ankle, lifted it upside down, and smiled at Albert. Say, "Let's go to other places, don't let my mother see, she doesn't like us fiddle with those things, and always wants us to enter the Ministry of Magic in the future, you know, that place is like a prison."

　　 Albert couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you doing?"

　　 The three of them were just about to change places. Ginny didn't know where she came out, staring at Fred who was carrying the goblin, and asked curiously.

　　 "We are going to do an interesting experiment!" George blinked at Ginny and said, "Don't tell mom, okay?"

"Ok!"

　　 Ginny nodded vigorously and agreed.

　　 The four of them changed places. After Fred put the goblin down, they saw George take a toffee out of his pocket, peeled off the wrapping paper, and forced it into the goblin’s mouth.

　　 This is not an easy task, George was bitten by the goblin, and it took a long time for the guy to eat the candy.

　　 "You feed the goblins toffee?"

　　 Ginny blinked her beautiful eyes and asked inexplicably.

　　 "It looks like a failure?" Albert said, "Perhaps, you should put two drops of swelling agent directly into its mouth to see if the swelling agent is effective for creatures like goblins."

　　 "Are you the devil?" Fred couldn't help but vomit, but he did just that.

　　 When George pried open the goblin’s mouth, he poured a little swelling agent into its mouth.

　　 "It seems to have no effect."

As soon as 　　's words fell, the goblin in front of them suddenly expanded in a circle, like a blown balloon.

"It's effective, but it's not obvious." Albert said his guess. "It's probably because the effect of the expansion agent you made is not very good. Of course, it may also be that the goblin creature has a certain effect on the potion. Resistance."

　　 "We fiddled with a summer vacation." Fred said gloomily, "the result was such a mess."

　　 "Let's change it!" Albert asked, "It should be okay to use magic here!"

　　 "It doesn't matter, in the wizard's house, the Ministry of Magic can't figure out who is using magic."

　　 "It's enviable, I can't use magic at home." Albert drew out his wand and waved it, returning the swollen goblin to its original form.

　　 "By the way, how did you develop the fat lip seasoning last time."

　　 "Who knows!" Albert casually comforted, "Things won't go as smoothly as you think, especially for these inventions and creations. It is impossible to do without sufficient knowledge and patience."

　　 The twins curled their lips in disdain, and someone made a lot of interesting magic items.

　　 "Okay, let's not talk about it, tell me about the magic world, I am very curious what the life of a wizard is like."

Albert looked at the Weasley’s house from a distance. It looked very artistic. There were four or five chimneys on the roof. Not to mention, the kind of stacking the house randomly, crooked and twisted, has not collapsed. It is completely by magic. Set up.

　　 Different from Brod’s manor, the Weasley family lives in a remote rural area with its own vegetable garden. It not only raises chickens and ducks, but also has pigsty farther away. This is completely self-sufficient small farm life.

　　 "It's boring, we usually do some housework for the family, and occasionally play Quidditch together." Fred seems reluctant to mention these things, "Maybe, we should promote the wizard card as soon as possible."

　　 "Wizard card, what is that?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Albert invented a card game. We are trying to promote it. Last semester we also held the first wizard card game at Hogwarts..." Fred gushed about his sister. Their feats at school were so great that George couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him to make Fred shut up.

　　 Probably to recruit Albert, the Weasley’s lunch is exceptionally rich,

　　 While eating, Mr. Weasley asked Albert to sit next to him and kept asking him about Muggles.

Albert talked a lot about Muggles and asked Mr. Weasley about the magic world. He was very interested in Wizard Radio’s radio, but Mr. Weasley couldn’t tell. He just said that wizards use magic to The Muggle radio has been transformed.

　　 In fact, wizards are very good at doing this kind of thing. The Hogwarts Express train is the best example. At that time, the British Ministry of Magic directly requisitioned a Muggle train and made a series of modifications to it.

　　 "Thank you, I'm full."

　　 When Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically served Albert for the third time, he quickly refused.

　　 After lunch, everyone sat at the table and chatted. Albert asked Mr. Weasley if he would cause trouble if he practiced divination at home.

　　 "It shouldn't be, as long as you don't use magic." Mr. Weasley said casually. He obviously didn't think Albert could learn divination by himself.

　　 "It is difficult to really learn useful things in divination lessons." Percy said, who rarely returned to his room, "At most, people can only understand some common sense things. Very few wizards really understand prophecy."

　　 "Hmm!" Albert replied somehow. He has panel skills, and if he upgrades it, he can definitely learn to predict, so he doesn't worry that he won't learn it at all.

　　 Percy seemed to have opened up the chatterbox, and he taught Albert some of his own experience and how to arrange his time so as not to be unable to complete the twelve tasks.

　　 Bill told him about Percy’s experience.

　　 "I think your consideration is completely superfluous." Fred finally couldn't help interrupting Percy.

"Don't forget, Albert grew up in the Muggle world, and his Muggle research is better than most wizards even if he doesn't learn it." George pointed out this point unceremoniously. He felt that he might get a lot of homework. It can't be done, but Albert certainly won't.

　　 "His ancient magic text is more powerful than you, I don't know how much." Fred continued to attack Percy, "I think you must not be as high as Albert."

　　 "Ahem, let's continue talking about divination, I am very interested in it." Albert interrupted, "However, the divination professor seems to be unreliable."

　　 "It's really not very reliable." Percy said in a low voice, "but everyone can still learn some basic knowledge."

　　 In the afternoon, several people got together to play the wizard card.

　　 Ron and Ginny also participated.

　　 However, Ron was bored with this kind of card game without special effects, and was mocked by Fred and George.

　　 Ginny was interested in the portraits above. After listening to the rules, she quickly got started and played with Fred.

　　 "Why are there no cards for Percy?" Ginny asked after playing a round.

　　 "Because we didn't get Percy's permission." Albert explained casually, "If he allows us, we don't mind making him a card, um, prefect Percy."

　　 "Don't do it, I guess no one will use it."

　　 In the evening, when the sun was slanting and the heat had just subsided, Fred and George suggested that everyone go to the nearby woods to play Quidditch.

　　 Ron and Ginny also went with them, and they took turns using Charlie's broomstick.

　　 "Wood will definitely not let you be lazy again." Fred looked at the people flying in the sky and said to Albert, "After all, the last time I lost was so bad."

　　 "Forget it, I have a bunch of courses this semester, I can't be too busy."

　　 "Why do you study so much?" George was puzzled. "It's not Percy who wants to join the Ministry of Magic all day. I don't think you will be interested in the Ministry."

"Well, I'm not interested, but the knowledge is never too little. Accumulate more so that it won't be enough to use it~www.mtl.com~ Albert turned the subject off, "Your sister flies well, she might be able to use it later. Will be an excellent Quidditch player. "

　　 "She used to secretly take the broom and fly out." George curled his lips and said, of course, he and Fred both pretended not to know this.

　　 "I remember you seem to have a younger sister too."

　　 "Well, she has no magic talent."

　　 "No magic talent, it's incredible." George was indeed a little surprised. After all, in their opinion, Albert's magical talent is really amazing.

　　 "This is also no way." Albert said rather helplessly: "There are some things that can't be forced."

　　 Just as the two were talking, an owl flew over here.

　　 "You really have enough letters. I always feel that I often see you receiving letters." Fred couldn't help but vomit, "Who sent it?"

"Mr. Broad." Albert glanced at the sender on the envelope, tore open the envelope, took out the letter paper inside and started reading the contents, frowned slightly, and Mr. Broad told him that he would be picked up before dinner. past.

　　 "He said he will send someone to pick me up to him later."

　　 "Are you leaving? I thought you would stay with us for a few days." Fred, who just happened to fall, couldn't help but widen his eyes and said, "If you don't stay for dinner, Mom will definitely be disappointed."

　　 "Let me write him a letter." Albert put the letter away, touched the owl's head and said, "Let him come and pick me up after dinner."

　　 Albert was a little curious. What was the surprise Isobel wrote in the letter last time? She seemed to think that she would definitely accept the fact that she was the heir.