The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 255 Milk and Sugar Cubes

The snow has stopped overnight, and the field of vision is covered with white snow, which is shining in the sun.Noel the house-elf is using magic to clear a path in the snow for people to walk on.

In the villa, Albert changed himself into a regular wizard robe, sat in an armchair in the library, flipped through books carelessly, and waited for the arrival of other wizards.It must be a lie to say that I am not curious about the alchemy gathering.

Albert's patience was not tested for too long. A very old wizard, supported by a house elf, walked slowly towards the hall of the villa.

"...Those guys don't even have a sense of time now." Albert vaguely heard the old wizard's nagging and complaints.

"No, old man, I'm sure your pocket watch is a few minutes ahead of the others." Another younger wizard glanced at his pocket watch and greeted him with a smile, "The appointed time has just arrived .”

Not long after, everyone appeared outside the villa one after another as if they had made an appointment in advance, and entered the hall of the villa under the guidance of the house elf.

Albert closed the book, tidied up his attire, and walked towards the hall of the villa.

As soon as he walked outside the hall of the villa, the loud conversation inside had reached Albert's ears.

"There are a lot less familiar faces than last time."

"Why didn't Nico come here? I remember he seems to be living in seclusion in Devonshire."

"You said Nicole, I remember Dumbledore invited him to the party last time."

"Forget it, Nicole hasn't come to the party for many years, and he probably doesn't want to come either."

"Why didn't Dumbledore come this year?"

"Who knows?"

"I wrote to Dumbledore, and he said that he has something to do this year and he won't come to attend."

The wizards spoke one after another without deliberately lowering their voices. The hall was filled with noise. Albert didn't go in immediately, but leaned against the wall to listen to the people inside.

"And Gerber Smith, why didn't he come this year?" asked a loud voice.

"It's probably still on the way."

"If this continues, the next gathering may not even have five people." Another wizard with a low voice couldn't help complaining.

"It's not as exaggerated as you said."

"We haven't had any fresh blood for a long time."

"It's also difficult for wizards nowadays to learn formal alchemy."

"How about letting Dumbledore start alchemy in Hogwarts?"

"Are you going to teach?"

"No one goes back to teach. Most of them are semi-retired here. Didn't Bud say that a newcomer was invited to this party? Has any of you seen it?"

A middle-aged wizard quickly changed the subject. He had encountered this kind of thing at the last gathering. If he didn't say anything, he would have to listen to these old people nagging for a long time.

"I haven't seen it before. Bud said he would give us an unexpected surprise." Another thin old man wearing a monocle and gloves said.He was a metalworker named Jeron Bald.

"Last time, the one from Gerber Smith's family was reluctant. However, I heard that they won't come this year, and don't call me at the next party. If everyone doesn't come, it doesn't feel interesting." Another A bald, short-haired old man in his seventies couldn't help complaining.He is the famous Gobalot, a potion master who is good at preparing antidote or using alchemy to extract the raw materials of potion.Anyone who is good at potions must know Gobalot, or know Gobalot's third law.

"Okay, old man, let's just treat it as if we meet at a party, maybe whoever will leave on that day." Another old wizard was very optimistic.

"Come on, Tofudi. You are much older than us." Someone couldn't help muttering.

"Next time, don't invite me, this trip is enough to cause people to suffer, and the bones of the whole body are about to fall apart." Another old wizard complained.

"You're not as old as me. Besides, you're not Nicole, you have osteoporosis at this age?"

Tofudi shook his head and said, "Remember to drink some milk every day."

"By the way, haven't you said you can't come to the party for a long time?"

"Bud told me that there will be a newcomer this year, and it is said that he is a genius. I must come and have a look." Professor Tofudi is not very good at alchemy, but he is interested in the genius that Bud Brod said.Moreover, their so-called not good at it is just that they are not good at it compared with these people here.

Moments later, the house-elf appeared in the hall with drinks, offering everyone their favorite drink.

"Tolls, if you don't like it, you can add some sugar cubes to the milk." Professor Tofudi suggested with a smile.

"Only Dumbledore would do this. At my age, I can't eat too sweet food." The old wizard named Thors couldn't help complaining.

"Dumbledore never thought of himself as old."

Several old people unceremoniously teased Dumbledore who was not going to the party.Most of them have known each other for many years and don't care much about these things.

Probably because they are a little old, their ears are a little hard to hear, and their voices are loud.

The famous Nicole Flamel was ridiculed by them as suffering from osteoporosis?There is also the fact that Dumbledore often eats sweets but is not afraid of diabetes.

Albert's face trembled slightly, he heard everything clearly outside the hall, he really didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you go in?" Professor Broad asked with a smile.

"It's very interesting to listen to them chatting." Albert explained casually. Once he went in, he would probably become a topic of conversation, and he would not be able to hear those interesting things.

There were only nine people in total, most of them were very old wizards, and there were only a few younger middle-aged wizards. After Albert followed into the hall, he became the focus of everyone as expected, and all the wizards in the hall turned sideways. looked over.

"Albert, sit over there!" Professor Broad pointed to the seat next to him.

"Bud, this is the Mr. Anderson you mentioned?" Everyone looked at Albert curiously. Fortunately, he had practiced before, but he sat down next to Professor Broad calmly and looked at several The old people who looked at themselves nodded as a greeting.

Then, he said to the two old men who were speaking French: "I admit that I am indeed relatively young, but knowledge does not distinguish between ages, does it?"

The two old men looked at each other, but they were not embarrassed because their whispers were overheard. Instead, they were surprised that Albert could speak French fluently.

"French?"

"British."

This time, Albert used English.

"A genius indeed." The old man said to Professor Broad, "at least, in terms of language."

(End of this chapter)