Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

After eating, Stone had some strength and could at least get off the ground, so he decisively rejected Anthony's idea of ​​carrying him back to the dormitory.

After slowly climbing up the Ravenclaw Tower and answering today's questions, the two entered the common room.

Beside the bulletin board, Padma noticed them and waved:

"Come and see, it's time to take flying lessons."

"Really?" Stone walked over slowly.

The notice said flying lessons started tomorrow, and they were taking lessons with the Hufflepuff students.

Wizards use broomsticks to fly. In other words, flying lessons are actually driving lessons, but a driver's license will not be issued.

"It's a pity that first graders are not allowed to join the Quidditch team. Otherwise, I would definitely have been selected." Anthony said with a hint of regret.

"Will you die if you don't brag?" After scorning Anthony, Padma looked at Stone, "Do you know what Quidditch is?"

"know."

Stone had learned about Quidditch, so he knew that this sport had nothing to do with him. Under normal circumstances, the glasses can be firmly placed on the bridge of the nose, but Quidditch is too intense and cannot be guaranteed.

"Okay, I'm going back."

The after-effects of alchemy were still there, and he was a little tired.

Shortly after lying on the bed, Anthony returned. He did not go to bed immediately, but sat at the desk, looking at the [Shock Helm] in his hand, as if thinking about how to sell it.

... ...

The next afternoon, the flying lesson came as scheduled.

Flying class teacher Ms. Huo Qi stood on the field, with dozens of tattered brooms neatly placed under her feet. The breeze blew through the grass, exuding an aesthetic feeling of dilapidation and vitality.

"Hurry up," Mrs. Hooch said sternly, "Stop dilly-dallying, everyone stand in front of a broomstick."

After everyone stood obediently, Ms. Huo Qi added: "I hope you all listen to my instructions carefully. I don't want to see anyone break their arm again!"

"Who broke his arm?" Stone asked Anthony next to him in a low voice.

"A Gryffindor named Neville Longbottom—hey! I know who to sell [Helm of Deterrence] to!"

Because the voice in the second half was too loud, it directly attracted Ms. Huo Qi’s attention. She strode over.

When she saw Stone, she paused, then the anger in her eyes disappeared, and she whispered:

"I roughly know your situation, and the principal has also explained it, but don't worry, as long as you follow the instructions, you will be fine."

"Uh..." After a brief moment of confusion, Stone pressed his glasses and said, "Okay."

Naturally, there were no problems with the subsequent classes. Although Ms. Huo Qi didn't look like a professional teacher, there were no problems with ordinary teaching - I don't know what happened to the classmate who fell.

As soon as get out of class was over, Anthony rushed out, shouting over his shoulder as he ran:

"Wait for my good news!"

"What's the good news?" Terry asked from the side.

"..."

It seems that it is necessary to explain to Anthony again what it means to be low-key.

... ...

In the school doctor's office, Anthony sat beside the hospital bed and stared at Neville on the bed:

"As a Gryffindor, do you often feel that you lack courage?"

"I-I-yes." Neville lowered his head.

"It doesn't matter." Anthony patted his arm, "Don't be depressed, I have a way."

"really?"

"Really." As he spoke, Anthony took out the [Shocking Helm] wooden sign, "Here, try this."

"how to use?"

"Just take it."

Hesitantly, Neville took the wooden sign.

"How is it?" Anthony asked.

"I feel full of courage! Thank you..."

"Thank you for your patronage, one gold galleon." Anthony blocked his thank you.

When doing business, it’s too much to pay attention to affection.

Fortunately, Neville was not short of money, or in other words, in his opinion, it was definitely worth it to exchange one gold galleung for courage.

After getting the gold coins, Anthony dragged himself back to the auditorium.

"Low-key." Stone, who was eating, emphasized.

"Don't worry, I won't betray you." Anthony put the gold coin into Stone's pocket, "You can prepare the next one."

"Night, do you want to carry me on your back all the time?"

"Well - that's right, but I don't mind."

"I mind!" After scolding him harshly, Stone asked, "Did you sell it to Neville?"

"Yes, he needs courage..."

For a long period of time, Anthony talked about how he keenly discovered business opportunities and how he sold wooden signs with his eloquence. It's wonderful, but you can tell at a glance that it's just bragging.

Towards the end of the dinner, Stone saw Neville, the first person to buy his own merchandise.

He was a little miserable and a little weird. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but there was a satisfied smile on his face.

"He...didn't he jump off the building?" Stone couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know either." Anthony was also confused.

Not only the two of them, but the Gryffindor people also saw Neville's miserable state, and Harry rushed to greet him:

"Are you okay, Neville?"

"It could not be better!"

"Then you..." Harry pointed at the injury on his face and hesitated.

"I went to fight Malfoy." Neville said proudly, "With fists!"

Hearing this, the Gryffindor group whistled, "Well done, Neville!"

Stone did not expect that such a situation would happen. I can only say that for some people, having courage is really a great thing.

... ...

After returning to the dormitory, Stone set up a small table on the bed, then put on his pajamas and lay on the bed.

After grinding out the wooden sign, he took out the carving knife.

After a quarter of an hour, he lost his strength and closed his eyes directly.

Meanwhile, Gryffindor Tower. Hermione sat in her dressing gown on a chair by the portrait door.

She was waiting, waiting to stop Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

During the day, she overheard that they were going to have a duel with the Slytherins tonight. She had stopped them once, but she didn't know if they would listen, so she simply waited here.

At half past eleven, footsteps came from the spiral staircase. Sure enough, no one listened to her words.

"I can't believe you actually did this!" Hermione shouted, "You will deduct all the points I earned!"

"Don't mind your own business!" Ron said angrily.

"Leave her alone and let's go." Harry opened the portrait door.

"What an idiot!" Hermione chased after him, "I'm warning you one last time, you will be expelled if you go out at night!"

After the warning, Hermione turned around and was about to go back when she was stunned - the fat lady in the portrait had visited overnight and she was locked out.

She had no choice but to follow them. It would be better for three people to be arrested than for herself to be arrested. At least she could give an explanation.

The duel took place in the trophy room and they arrived on time.

After waiting for a while, Malfoy was not there, but Filch and Mrs. Norris were there.

"Sniff around, honey, where they might be hiding."

It was Filch's voice. The three of them ran away. On the way to escape, they bumped into the armor, and the sound of 'crack' resounded throughout the castle.

So they ran faster, and even started to panic, turning when they encountered a bend, and bumping into every door - until they hit a locked door.

"It's finished, it's locked!" Ron shouted.

"Get out of the way." Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at the lock, "Open the Alajo hole!"

... ...

They escaped Filch, but got into even bigger trouble.

The moment he saw the three-headed giant dog, Harry figured out where this was - the corridor on the fourth floor, a forbidden area!

"what--!"

The three of them screamed and rushed out of the room, closed the door together, and ran away.

In the Gryffindor common room, the three people who had narrowly escaped death were breathing heavily.

"What do they want to do? Lock that thing in school!" Ron said angrily.

"What are your eyes for?" After taking a breath, Hermione said scornfully: "Didn't you see it standing on a trap door? It must be guarding something, maybe it's the one you took out from the bank. .”

"You eavesdropped on us?" Harry asked.

"Are you eavesdropping? You are talking so loudly.

"Finally, I hope you will calm down in the future, we all almost died - or worse, got fired!"

After saying that, Hermione flicked her hair, leaving them with an angry back.

... ...

The business of [Helm of Deterrence] was good. After the second one was given to Anthony, it was successfully sold in less than an hour. He is still a Gryffindor student.

"It was Neville who helped us spread the word," Anthony said. "The story of the wooden sign has spread throughout Gryffindor."

"You haven't exposed me yet, have you?" Stone worried.

To be honest, the progress was a bit unexpected, and it became more difficult to keep it secret.

"Of course not, but the next piece has been reserved. The asking price is ten gold galleons. You will never guess who it is."

"Who?" Stone wondered, "It can't be Malfoy, right?"

"No, guess again."

"Hmm - let me think about it."

To be able to take out ten gold galleons at a time, he must be from a wizarding family, and a rich one, and it can surprise Anthony, if it wasn't Malfoy...

"Harry Potter?"

"No, no, no." Anthony shook his finger, "It's Albus Dumbledore!"

‘Well—it’s exposed,’ Stone thought to himself.

Business can be stopped.

Neville alone has such a strong advertising effect, if it were Dumbledore... I wouldn't dare to think about it.

Fortunately, the principal's bid was high, and ten gold galleons were enough to pay off the debt.

After finishing the principal's order, three more need to be made - one for Anthony, one for senior sister, and one for Hermione.

He doesn't need it himself. After double verification with the Sorting Hat and the [Shock Helm], it can be known that... courage is something he doesn't seem to have.