Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

The mist steaming up from the Otter River is particularly thick in the morning.

The green goblin leader wearing a mushroom hat led his tribe through the grassland under the fog, avoiding the Muggle crowd, and walked toward the new wizard's residence on the northern edge of St. Catchpole Village. passed. On its small, wrinkled thin arms, it also held something like a pencil, which was used to direct the direction of travel.

The house elf Gaga, who was abducted from the thousand-year old castle, had opened her eyes and woke up. Jia Jia gently pushed open a dark floor near the kitchen wall, climbed up step by step along the wooden ladder inside, and then began to prepare today's breakfast for the two masters.

Under the influence of timing magic, the folded beige curtains were slowly opened, and the thin morning sunlight slipped through the thick white mist into the bedroom on the right side of the third floor.

Wright opened his hazy eyes and turned over lazily on the bed.

In just two days, Wright had become accustomed to life in the village of St. Catchpore.

Compared to the tall and complex castles in rainy and foggy London, this three-storey house in the village of St. Catchpole was more in line with Wright's preferences.

The white fences, brown trees, green spaces, and even the boats on the Oton River are much more interesting than the busy air, noisy hawking, and crowded crowds in Diagon Alley.

Wright walked out of bed wearing loose house clothes. The soft and delicate cashmere blanket stepped on his feet, and the tickling feeling gradually swept away the remaining sleepiness in his brain. When he opened the bedroom window, fresh and clean air poured in, and the cold mist hit his face, making Wright finally wake up completely.

He didn't go to the next room to wake up Villita who was still sleeping. Although the two of them now live here together, there is still a certain gap between men and women that should be paid attention to, not to mention that Wright is still a boy who belongs to himself.

Riding on the smooth wooden handrail, Wright slowly walked down from the third floor. When he sat down at the kitchen table, Gaga brought over the breakfast he had prepared. There was also a pile of newspapers on the side of the plate. It was today's "Daily Prophet", which had just been owled. Delivered.

"Thank you, Gaga." Wright smiled and nodded his thanks to Gaga.

Jar Jar panicked and said it didn't matter. From the house elf's point of view, providing these services to the master was a matter of course, and it was completely unworthy of the master saying such things, even if Wright had only been its master for one day.

Seeing Jar Jar's panicked performance, Wright felt helpless and at the same time lamented the magic of creatures like house elves. Obviously, the relationship between him and Jia Jia was not bad when they were in the castle, but once the contract was signed, Jia Jia completely lost the sense of ease she had in front of him before, and completely regarded herself as a humble person. slave.

Wright had no choice but to talk about other things to avoid this uncomfortable identity gap: "Besides this Daily Prophet, are there any other letters today?"

"No, Mr. Paz, there is no other letter in the mailbox." Gaga whispered in her high-pitched voice to avoid waking up the other owner who was still resting upstairs.

Wright nodded helplessly. Gaga's speaking attitude undoubtedly made the identity difference between the two of them more obvious and profound. Thinking of this, Wright had no choice but to calm down and start enjoying breakfast.

Not long after, Villita, with her blond hair hanging loose, also walked down the stairs. The faint morning light behind her made her look like a forest elf walking out of a painting.

"Wright, good morning." Villita pinched both sides of her white nightgown, half-bent her knees, and gave Wright a not-so-standard ladylike salute.

"Good morning, Villita." Wright showed a gentle smile to Villita who came and sat down opposite him.

Villita took the white porcelain plate brought by Gaga. Like Wright, her plate always contained food full of personal preferences: two golden croissants and a small plate of sweet and bright strawberry jam. , and a cup of fragrant and delicious milk coffee.

Wright finished breakfast at about the same speed as usual, and then began to read the Daily Prophet that he had just put aside.

Just like what Chang Chu said in the letter yesterday, the front page headline of today's "Daily Prophet" is the Ministry of Magic's latest regulations on how to deal with werewolves, Dolores Umbridge's arrogant look , vividly displayed on the cover picture of the newspaper.

Wright had no intention of contacting either the Ministry of Magic or Umbridge, so he quickly flipped to the back of the page.

Except for the movable pictures, the Daily Prophet is no different from all the newspapers that Wright has come into contact with before. If it is not mentioned deliberately, few people will realize that Britain is actually the country with the craziest paparazzi.

There is also a column in this newspaper that belongs exclusively to Rita Skeeter, which contains her latest interview, appalling headlines, 80% fictional content, and gorgeous and cool rhetoric, which makes it easy for her to gather together. A lot of popularity.

Especially when this headline was related to the famous celebrity Gilderoy Lockhart, Wright could easily conclude that today's newspaper would be a big seller: "Gilderoy Lockhart, the Vain" traitor! 》

Wright briefly glanced at the content of the article, and it was probably written that Lockhart left England and went to Hong Kong. Everything except the beginning and ending seems to have been made up by Rita Skeeter. At least Wright has never heard of anything inappropriate between Lockhart and the female students at Hogwarts. relationship, and I don’t know if there is any huge grudge between him and Dumbledore.

Apart from two pieces of news, there was nothing interesting in the paper. A few outdated jokes, boring criticisms between politicians, and large-scale advertisements for magic supplies. In the corner of the last page, Wright also discovered the annual event of the Daily Prophet: the Golden Galleons Award. , and a large prize of seven hundred galleons was written on it.

I had the impression that Arthur Weasley had won the award. Wright twirled the footer of the newspaper. Anyway, he was a member of the Weasley family. For this reason, he was published in the newspaper and was seen by Sirius. Triggered the entire plot of the next semester.

The escaped convicts of Azkaban, the joy-sucking dementors, the complicated and twisted parent generation.

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, and Snotlout.

Wright recalled the entire plot of "Prisoners", and it seemed that everything was prepared for Harry, the gentle teacher, the timid enemy, the withered godfather, and the dead father.

Shaking his head, Wright stood up from the table. He was not going to participate in this year's plot. It's all a family matter, and it's not easy for him to get involved. He should just do his duty as a good student and study hard.

"Vilita, do you want to come and see Lu Wei?" Wright took out the rose scepter from nowhere and extended an invitation to Villita who had already eaten.