The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The night horse carriage stopped in front of the oak gate of the castle. Fred, George and Lee Jordan got out of the carriage one after another. They held up their umbrellas with their wands, blocked the rain curtain on their heads, and looked at the group with interest. The heavy rain rushed to the students of the stone steps.

Albert picked up a Hufflepuff girl who accidentally fell to the ground, and walked into the castle with Shanna who was waiting for him.

"I read the paper and said something happened to the World Cup." Shanna frowned as she looked at the students who were pushing each other forward and screaming.

"Something bad really happened." Albert took the wand and tapped the water bomb thrown at Pepy Ghost, turning it into a leaky balloon. "Okay, Pepy Ghost, don't mess around here. ."

"Nosy kid!" Pepigui gave a rude gesture to Albert and giggled. He didn't know that he took out two water bombs from there and threw them at the densest place. Amidst a scream, he flew away with a grotesque smile.

"Pippy Ghost is still that bad." Looking at the back of Pippy Ghost, Shanna shouted to the drenched student, "Enter the auditorium, don't squeeze here."

"How did you do it?" a boy couldn't help asking.

"What do you do to make Pippi obedient?"

Albert looked sideways at the boy with light brown hair and a strong Irish accent.

As everyone knows, Pippi will not buy it except for Barrow and Dumbledore.

"I can't make Pippi obedient." Albert shook his head and said, "Go in. The sorting ceremony should begin soon."

The auditorium is still the same as before, and the school has been specially decorated to welcome the new semester banquet.

The college desk was already full of chattering students, and Fred, George, and Lee Jordan had reserved a space for him. When Albert and Shanna passed, the Weasley twins were chatting with Angelina and Alia about the Quidditch World Cup final.

"I'm so hungry." Lee Jordan grabbed the knife and fork and looked at the golden dish in front of him eagerly. "I really hope they will carry out the sorting ceremony soon."

"At the time, I was nearby." Alia said gloomily on the night of the World Cup riots: "Those evil guys in hoods and masks control four poor Muggles, set fires everywhere, and the tents in that area. They were all burned. I really don’t know what the people at the Ministry of Magic are doing, and they don’t even plan to compensate for the financial losses. My father was so angry that he sent a roaring letter to Fudge. He thought it was a mistake of the Ministry. There was magic at the time. Ministry officials are nearby, and no one has stopped the riot at all."

"I know a little bit about this." George took out what he knew to share with everyone. "Percy told me that many wizards lied about their property losses and tried to make money from the Ministry of Magic. After registration, magic The Ministry found out that it needed to pay a large sum of Galleons, so it decided not to do anything at all..."

George's voice was masked by the thunder that rang outside the castle, and a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling above everyone.

At the entrance of the auditorium, Professor McGonagall led the first-year students into the auditorium. When they were crossing the lake, they were soaked in heavy rain, and they were shaking all over. The style of the famous freshman is different from that of others. Wearing Hagrid's moleskin coat, he looks very excited, as if he has just won the Quidditch competition.

The freshmen stared blankly at the shabby wizard hat placed on the triangular stool in front of them.

At the moment when the Sorting Hat began to sing, the freshmen were dumbfounded, and the original auditorium gradually became quiet.

After an unheard song of the Sorting Hat, the familiar sorting ceremony officially kicked off.

It was a boring ceremony. As the prefect, Albert needed time to remember the new members of Gryffindor College.

However, the boy in the Hagrid cloak brought some ty to Albert. He was telling people about how he was rescued by a big squid after he fell into the lake.

"Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seems to have not come to school yet." George touched Albert with his arm and said, pointing to the empty seat in the teacher's seat.

"Maybe, something is late."

"Who knows what grades are needed for the newly appointed Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's improvement class?" Shanna was a little depressed, her defense against the Dark Arts score was only good.

"As long as most of the courses are good, they are allowed to go to the improvement class." Angelina comforted, "Thanks to Albert for giving us a make-up class last semester, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor found that a group of people reached the improvement class. Level, I’m sure to be surprised."

"I hope I can come to a good professor. What you can learn in this course depends entirely on the professor's teaching level." Alia believes that everyone's poor defense against the Dark Arts is entirely the professor's problem. "If there is another Lockhart With that kind of stuff, I don’t think it doesn’t matter if I go to a higher-level class."

"Don't worry, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this semester is a powerful character, and is said to be a retired Auror." Lee Jordan happily shared the good news with everyone.

"Which courses are you going to take?" Shanna asked Albert, who was immersed in eating.

"The first five courses, as well as ancient magic writing and arithmetic divination." Albert said after swallowing the pork chop in his mouth and taking a big sip of the drink.

"By the way, I haven't congratulated you on winning two world awards." Angelina raised the goblet to Albert.

"There is also a third-level Medal of Sir Merlin." Shanna also raised the goblet.

"Counting out, you have already won four heavyweight titles." Alia also raised the goblet to Albert, "Maybe you can win another triwizard championship."

"I can guarantee that Albert is definitely a genius in Hogwarts history who can reach that height before graduation." Fred and George also raised the goblet. "You should be recorded in Hogwarts: A School History."

"Respect our genius." Lee Jordan said with a smile.

At this moment, a deafening thunder sounded outside, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A strange man appeared at the entrance of the auditorium and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

A forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger’s cheeks. It was a scarred veteran with war wounds still remaining on his face. It seemed extremely hideous, and the most intriguing thing about this man was him. s eyes.

Yes, false eyes.

One of the eyes of the strange man is fake, and it turns around up and down, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"Suddenly I kind of understand why he has the nickname Mad-Eye." Fred murmured.

"It's really suitable." Lee Jordan nodded in agreement, "Maybe, we can learn a lot of useful knowledge this semester."

"What do you think?"

George is asking if Mad-Eye Moody is fake.

"I don't know, but it should be a magic eye with special effects." Albert looked at Moody with interest, wondering how to use the technology of the magic eye to study, the kind of see-through camouflage, invisibility, Hidden magic and weird perspective techniques are actually very useful. "

The others seemed to be stunned by the strange man's appearance, and they all stared at him intently.

Moody seemed indifferent to everyone’s reaction. He walked directly to Dumbledore and shook hands with him like an old friend. The two whispered a few words and sat on his right at Dumbledore’s sign. Empty seats.

?? Dumbledore happily introduced the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but apart from him and Hager in the auditorium, almost no one applauded the new professor.

Moody didn't care about it. He pulled a plate of sausages and ate it with a knife in his pocket, as if the utensils on the table were all smeared with poison.

The habits of the Auror for many years have made Moody's instinctively look at the students in the auditorium with magic eyes.

"What do you think he is drinking?"

Albert saw Moody pull out a curved wine bottle from the travel cloak, and when he took a sip, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

"It's definitely not pumpkin juice." Fred speculated.

"I don't think it's pumpkin juice either." George immediately agreed.

"Of course it's not pumpkin juice." Lee Jordan exchanged glances with his friends around him, feeling that Moody was really suspicious.

If you don't know it, it is normal to think that there is wine in it, but the four of you are suspicious of Moody's identity, then the curved wine bottle may not necessarily contain wine.

"What are you talking about?" Angelina was puzzled by the four people's words.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile, "I want to announce a few notices."

No one really cares, the annual notice is basically the same: Filch's prohibited items. Everyone is prohibited from entering the forbidden forest. Students below the third grade are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade Village. "

"I also regret to tell you that the College Cup Quidditch will not be held this year." Dumbledore waited for the noise to calm down, and continued, "I am very happy to tell everyone that the Triwizard Tournament will be held. Held at Hogwarts this year. The principals of Boothbarton and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors to come, and the selection ceremony for the warriors will be held on Halloween."

After hearing that "In addition to winning honors for their own school, individuals can also receive a 1,000 gallon bonus." Many students were shining on both sides, with all their faces writing "I want to participate."

After all, if you can get honor and wealth, who will give up?

There was a whisper in the auditorium, and countless students imagined that they would become a warrior of Hogwarts.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "This summer, we have done a lot of work to ensure that every warrior does not endanger his life. However, The participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to sign up. Because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, no matter how much precautions we take, students under the sixth and seventh grades cannot handle it. ."

Some people protested in anger after hearing Dumbledore's words.

However, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan forced themselves to laugh. They all thought those angry protesters were stupid.

"What's wrong with you?" Angelina asked suspiciously.

"stomachache."

"Warrior, there is only one!" Alia said meaningfully.

"Ahem." Albert told Alia to shut up, don't attract firepower to himself.

They got it.

Yes, there is only one warrior. As long as Dumbledore has no problem, he will definitely make Albert a warrior.

Who can compete with Albert?

"The delegation of Boothbarton and Durmstrand will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us." Dumbledore had to raise his voice, "I know foreign guests are staying here. During this period, you will all be warm and friendly, and you will wholeheartedly support the warriors at Hogwarts."

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "This summer, we have done a lot of work to ensure that every warrior does not endanger his life. However, The participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to sign up. Because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, no matter how much precautions we take, students under the sixth and seventh grades cannot handle it. ."

Some people protested in anger after hearing Dumbledore's words.

However, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan forced themselves to laugh. They all thought those angry protesters were stupid.

"What's wrong with you?" Angelina asked suspiciously.

"stomachache."

"Warrior, there is only one!" Alia said meaningfully.

"Ahem." Albert told Alia to shut up, don't attract firepower to himself.

They got it.

Yes, there is only one warrior. As long as Dumbledore has no problem, he will definitely make Albert a warrior.

Who can compete with Albert?

"The delegation of Boothbarton and Durmstrand will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us." Dumbledore had to raise his voice, "I know foreign guests are staying here. During this period, you will all be warm and friendly, and you will wholeheartedly support the warriors at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore ended the dinner amidst the controversial noise. uukanshu.com drove all the students back to sleep.

"Actually, I think their quarrel is meaningless." Professor McGonagall shook his head after the students left.

"I think so too, the warrior at Hogwarts must be Albert." Hagrid said confidently.

"It seems that the warriors in our school have been selected." Moody raised his eyebrows slightly when he was talking to Dumbledore.

"To be honest, I am a little worried that other schools will request that Mr. Anderson be banned from participating in the competition on the grounds that Albert is the gold medal winner of this year's Banabs Finkley's excellent spelling technique." Professor Flitwick also felt that Ai Bert's participation in the Triwizard Tournament is indeed a bit bully.

"Mr. Anderson is also a student of Hogwarts. It makes perfect sense for him to be a Warrior to participate in the competition." Professor Sprout suddenly looked forward to how other schools would react.

Listening to the professors' views on this matter, Barty Jr. suddenly felt that the situation was a bit bad.

However, it is even worse.

"That guy is definitely a fake."

In Albert's dormitory, the group of four is discussing whether Moody's is true or not. The thing in the curved bottle is definitely a compound medicine.

"What do you think the other party has in coming to school pretending to be Moody." Fred took the lead in asking the question.

"His target may be Harry."

"why?"

"Anything you can't think of, it makes sense to push it wherever you are. For example, the other party actually came to murder Harry." Fred said.

"Murder Harry? This is definitely the dumbest way."

"Albert, what do you think."

"I don't know, but it's probably related to Harry." Albert said, "if Moody is really fake."

"Can it be predicted?"

can not.

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