The Alchemist of Harry Potter

　　Sunday, morning, the weather is fine.

　　 Albert sat in the auditorium for a meal, while humming an unknown tune, he put the cut black pudding into his mouth with a fork.

　　 Xuela flapped her wings, fell between the salad and the sugar bowl, and placed a thick letter within Albert's reach.

"Thanks." Albert moved the surrounding plates of food, reached out his hand and stroked Shera's back, took out the owl nut from her pocket and placed it in front of Shera, then took the envelope and opened it. There is Lu inside. Ke’s letter, Herb and Daisy’s letter, and a letter written by Nia. There is also a photo attached to the envelope. Nia is blowing bubbles with Blowbo Super Bubble Gum.

　　 "What are you looking at?" Arya walked over, sat down opposite and asked curiously.

　　 "Letter from home." Albert folded the letter and put it in his pocket. After Shera finished eating the nuts, she flew back to the owl shed to rest.

"By the way, Albert, do you go to the stadium to train this morning?" Angelina also came over, sat down next to Alia, and continued: "Charlie said, there is Quidditch training this morning. Well, He asked me to tell you that it doesn't matter if you can't become an official player for the time being. The team also needs alternate players."

　　 "Oh, I don't seem to have any reason to refuse." Albert nodded and said, "I will wake up Fred and the others later when I finish eating."

　　 "Don't... we are already up." Fred reached out his hand to cover a long yawn and greeted everyone: "Good morning everyone."

"Good morning."

　　 "Good morning, Albert." Charlie followed George and the three, greeted him with a smile.

　　 "You don't know, Charlie is simply possessed by the devil. How can he start training early in the morning." George secretly made a face at Albert.

　　Charlie sat down next to him and asked: "Let's go together later?"

"Ok."

　　 "Charlie, it's just seven o'clock now." A sturdy guy couldn't help complaining, "Are you sure we will start training now."

"Early bird gets the worm."

　　 "Isn't it good to eat meat?" Lee Jordan sat down on the other side of Albert, put two slices of fried meat on his plate, took a bite, and muttered, "What's so delicious about bugs."

　　 Albert quickly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, to avoid spewing out the food in his mouth.

　　 "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Lee Jordan asked in a puzzled way to Albert, blinking an eye and asking inexplicably.

"It's nothing."

"Ahem, this is Wood, our goalkeeper." Charlie patted a young guy beside him and introduced: "Fred and George, my brothers. This is Albert. You didn't see it last time. He is a genius flying on a broomstick. You would never believe that Albert is riding a broomstick for the first time, light... agile..."

　　 Albert turned his head. Although someone else was blowing himself, he felt embarrassed for some reason, especially when everyone around him looked over.

　　 Angelina was smiling, her mouth opened, and she said silently: I didn’t expect you to be so powerful!

　　 "Ahem." Albert gave a light cough, interrupted Charlie and asked, "What if we don't have a broom?"

　　 "I have already explained to Professor Huo Qi that I will find the school to borrow some old broomsticks for you to use." Charlie did not forget to remind, "Of course, you don't expect the broomsticks to be useful."

　　 After breakfast, everyone left the castle in groups, walked across the dewy grass, and walked along the grass **** to the stadium.

　　 Along the way, Charlie is introducing the old Gryffindor Quidditch players to Albert newcomers.

　　Gryffindor’s Quidditch team consists of six men and one woman. Everyone gets along well. It is said that the two batsmen are still lovers.

　　 Charlie pointed to the only girl among the official players and said, "This is the violent hitter Irene."

Irene is a lovely girl, not like the violence in Charlie’s words on the surface. She smiled at everyone and introduced: “Mark and I are the batsmen in the team. This year we are at Hogwarts. It’s been the last year, and don’t listen to Charlie, I’m not violent at all."

　　 "Hehe...I haven't forgotten who took the ball stick last time and knocked that so and so off the broom, and was directly suspended by Professor Hooch, causing us to lose the game last semester."

　　 "Well, it was just an accident. I just tried a little harder. I didn't expect to accidentally hit his leg..."

　　 "You almost broke someone else." Charlie complained weakly. "Otherwise, how could Professor Hooch ban you directly."

　　 "The difference between a broken bone and an almost broken bone is still very big." Irene couldn't help protesting, "Moreover, he wanted to knock me off the broom first."

　　 "Huh." Charlie sneered at this. He didn't forget the contradiction between the two and continued: "The one next to Irene is her boyfriend, the sinister Mark."

"Hey, Charlie, when have I been insidious." Mark coughed lightly, and reached out to shake Albert. "Don't listen to him. By the way, the somewhat dull Wood next to him is the goalkeeper of the team~www .mtl.com~I'm so dull." Wood couldn't help protesting.

"In the second game with Ravenclaw last semester, you didn't just stand there, and you missed a few ghost balls, like wood, and you said you won't stay." Mark used cleverly. Wood came to divert everyone's attention.

　　 "Ahem, at that time..." Wood coughed lightly, "At that time...I was just watching you hit someone's cheek with your elbow?"

　　 "Are there? Well, it was just an accident, even Professor Huo Qi thinks so."

　　 accident?

　　 Several others sneered at this.

　　 "Well, who made that guy Kula such a shit, with an expression of taking us down." Mark said with an unhappy expression. "Also, at that height, he only suffered a slight fall. I remember the last time the Slytherin hitter was too much. A stick hit all Hufflepuff seekers with a nosebleed. That **** was just I was warned not to be serious or serious."

　　 Albert can hear a little woody, is this the Quidditch I know?

　　 This is actually violent Quidditch!

　　 "Charlie, has Quidditch ever died?" Albert asked cautiously.

"Basically no, most seriously injured, and usually can be treated in time." Charlie realized that the conversation was wrong, and quickly changed the topic: "Then, here are our three chasers, Mario, Danny, and Jack. ."

　　 "It's an acrobatic trio," Irene added.

　　 "Don't call us an acrobatic trio." The three of them complained in unison, "Also, don't think we can't hear what you are talking about."

　　 "If you don't mess up, our probability of winning last semester will increase by at least 20%." Charlie felt a little tired. He just took over the position of Captain Quidditch, and he hopes to make some achievements.