Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

"Wright, this way!" Chang Chu waved to Wright.

Hermione, who was sitting next to her, also motioned to Ron and Harry to go that way.

"Why did the relationship between these two people suddenly become so good?" Wright thought silently as he walked towards the Ravenclaw table. Harry followed Wright closely and walked together. Enya followed him with staggering steps.

"I remember that the last time they met, Chang Chu made Hermione cry, right? And the last time they met was on Halloween, Hermione's expression at that time was not much different from crying." Wright thought. I thought, "Or is there some kind of secret friendship between the two that is not known to anyone during this short Christmas vacation? Or is it that the relationship between girls is so unpredictable?"

"Wright, where did the three of you just go?" Chang Chu asked him before Wright could sit down, and Hermione on the side also looked towards the three of them.

Before Wright could explain to them, Chang Chu and Hermione frowned almost at the same time. They smelled a very familiar smell from the three boys. It was a smell that often appeared in The smell of their father.

"Smelly of alcohol!" Chang Chu and Hermione said at the same time. They looked at each other with a feeling of sympathy.

"We just went to Hagrid's place," Wright sat down on the chair next to Chang Chu, "Today, no, last night the little Charmander Rupert suddenly passed away because he couldn't stand the climate here. . We received an invitation from Hagrid to hold Rupert’s funeral today.”

"Then what's the smell of alcohol on your bodies?" Chang Chu asked.

"Your eldest is only twelve years old, but the legal drinking age is eighteen." Hermione also added.

Wright glanced at Chang Chu and then at Hermione. What happened to these two girls today? Why did they suddenly become such a tacit understanding?

At this moment, Harry also helped Ron and sat next to Hermione.

"Neither Wright nor I drank, it was Hagrid and Ron who drank." Harry bumped Ron's shoulder as he spoke, trying to get him to stop mumbling with a blushing face, but Harry's actions did not change. play any role.

"Yes, because Hagrid and Ron were so sad, we made them drink a little bit." Wright shrugged.

"A little bit?" Hermione wrinkled her nose, the smell of alcohol in Ron's mouth was almost spreading to the entire area!

"Yes, uh," Wright tilted his head and glanced at Ron, "At least Ron only drank a little bit, I can guarantee that."

At this moment, Ron suddenly shouted: "Rupert!" and then fell onto the long table. His forehead collided with the board of the long table, making a huge and low "bang" sound. .

"Hiss!" The four people sitting on one side gasped at the same time.

Hermione frowned and looked away from Ron, and said to Harry: "Harry, I already know who Nico... is that person!"

Hermione was originally going to say Nicolas Flamel's name directly, but considering that this was a long table in the auditorium where people were coming and going, she quickly changed her words and replaced Nicolas Flamel with "that person".

"Who?" Harry suddenly became energetic, "And how did you know?"

Wright also cast his gaze over.

"That man is the only alchemist in the world who has successfully created the Philosopher's Stone," Hermione said. "As for why he knew it, it was of course due to the help of Senior Sister Chang Chu."

"When we were on the Hogwarts Express, senior sister Chang Chu and I sat in a box." Hermione looked at Chang Chu, "When I asked her this question, she immediately answered my question. "

Wright glanced at Chang Chu, and the girl nodded proudly without realizing it.

But forget it, Harry and the others will eventually know who Teacher Nicolas Flamel is anyway, Wright thought, as long as they don't know it from him, it can be regarded as fulfilling his promise to Dumbledore.

"So what we said before..." Before Harry could finish his words, Hermione interrupted him.

"We can discuss this later, but it's better not to discuss it at this time." Hermione glanced at the auditorium where the number of people was gradually increasing, and said to Harry.

"Yeah!" Harry nodded solemnly.

Wright watched the conversation between the two people speechlessly. Who are you two trying to guard against? But forget it, as long as you don’t drag me into playing Zhiyong Dasheng in the future!

After thinking about it, Wright took out a rattle from the mok bag and handed it to Chang Chu.

"What is this?" Chang Chu took the rattle with some confusion.

"This is the new rattle I made this month," Wright said as he took out another rattle from the Mock bag. "You can think of it as a mobile phone in the magical world."

"Really?" Chang Chu looked at the rattle in his hand with interest, "How do you use it?"

"Just hold the handle of the rattle, and then speak to the body of the bell with your mouth." Hermione said first. She was quite impressed by this rattle!

"Well, it's just what Hermione said." Wright said, "This is an improved version, but the method of use remains the same as before."

"Oh," Chang Chu held the handle of the rattle and played with it for a while, then asked Wright, "By the way, Wright, how did you come up with the idea of ​​making this rattle?"

"There are usually too many people in the school and it is inconvenient to chat," Wright explained, "so I made this ringing version of the phone."

"Then why did you choose a rattle as a tool?"

"Why?" Wright looked at Chang Chu strangely. He followed Chang Chu's example and held the rattle upside down, then turned the bell to his mouth, "Chang Chu, if you don't think you can use the rattle like this, Will it feel like using a microphone to talk?”

"No..." Chang Chu looked at Wright in confusion. How did you come up with the idea that the rattle was like a microphone?

Chang Chu shook his head and tried his best to put this increasingly strange topic out of his mind: "Wright, you always just call this rattle a rattle. Doesn't it have a name?"

"Ring... ring the phone?" Wright looked at Chang Chu's eyes and said slowly.

Chang Chu didn't speak, just lowered his head, and then put his hand on his forehead. Harry and Hermione sitting on the side also let out a few low laughs, but they were not very obvious.

"Then, Can Jin Ling?" Wright quickly changed his name.

Chang Chu's head hung lower.

"Rattle number two?"

"No, let's say goodbye!" Chang Chu stretched out his palm to signal Wright to shut up, "I shouldn't have asked you such a stupid question."

"Since it can talk quietly," Chang Chu stared at the rattle in his hand, "let's call it talking in sleep!"

"Then that one of yours should be..." Wright looked at Chang Chu's head that turned quickly, and his voice dropped to the dust, "Dream Talk No. 2..."