Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 519 Heart is so tired

"Finally home!"

  In the scorching summer, Albert dragged his suitcase and appeared on Tiber Avenue. He looked up at the No. 19 resident, and suddenly felt a great feeling of going home.

  After using the Portkey to return to England, he retrieved his wand and other magical items from Mr. Bud Broad, declined his invitation to dinner, and hurried home by car.

   It's just that Albert never expected that he would be rejected when he returned home.

  The rest of the family didn't know where they were going. Albert, who didn't have a key, stood in a daze for a while facing the iron door blocking himself.

  Then, he took out a lockpicking tool from the shape-shifting lizard leather bag, and picked the lock of his own door.

  Prying your own door is definitely a very novel experience.

  Albert threw the suitcase in the corridor, walked straight into the kitchen, took a bottle of soda from the refrigerator, and took a big gulp of it into his mouth.

   When returning to the living room to blow on the air conditioner, I found a note under the remote control:

  Albert, we are going to play with your grandpa Luke for a few days, and Tom and Sheila have also taken them away. If you come back from abroad and we have not returned home, remember to eat on time and call us if you need anything. — Daisy.

   "Really!"

   Albert turned on the air conditioner, lay on the sofa to blow the air, and was about to sleep for a while, but it felt like something was wrong there.

  The door is locked, what's the use of leaving a note?

so…

   Albert walked to the yard, turned over a stone, and took out a key from the bottom of the processed stone.

   "Forget it, the weather must have made me dizzy." Albert reached out and patted his head. He felt that he needed to lie down and rest for a while.

   Using a Portkey is not exactly comfortable.

  When Albert woke up from the sofa, it was already dark. He rummaged through the refrigerator, and finally had to ride a bicycle to a nearby supermarket to buy spaghetti.

   Well, it’s actually the so-called cube side.

   This thing is not popular in the UK, and it can only stay in the corner and eat ashes in the supermarket.

  As for why you don’t eat instant noodles, you can only say British instant noodles, which is really unbearable to look at.

   Albert made himself an egg sausage spaghetti, and baked some crispy bread as an after-dinner snack.

  After dinner, I called Herb directly, and they won't be back until tomorrow.

  Nia was on the other end of the phone and asked Albert if he had brought her any special products.

   American wizarding snacks are, well, actually pretty much the same as Muggle snacks.

   As much as I hate to admit it, the life of a wizard in America is much closer to that of a Muggle.

  Wizards in America certainly sell some specialty products, but the Magic Congress of America strictly controls this, so their Wizard Street is not as lively as Diagon Alley in England.

  In order to bring gifts to his family and girlfriend, he also specially asked Catherine to take him to Wizard Street in the United States, which is also called the Secret Exchange of American Wizards.

  The Secret Exchange of American Wizards is located at a deep underground entrance in a narrow alley in New York. It has been widened by magic. It is said that there are several hidden entrances, all of which have been cast with a spell to expel No-Majs.

   Before entering, you need to be confirmed by the graffiti portrait at the entrance before you are allowed to enter Wizard Street.

   It has to be said that American wizards are more guarded against No-Majs than prisons are guarded against prisoners escaping.

   After simply tidying up the tableware, Albert sat on the sofa and tried to get in touch with Isobel. He hadn't spoken to him for several days.

  Unfortunately, Isobel didn't respond to him immediately.

  After waiting for a long time, Albert could only put away the double-sided mirror, took out Catherine's mirror, and tried to get in touch with the other party.

   Well, he's just bored and wants someone to talk to.

   Not long after, Catherine's delicate face appeared in the mirror.

"Good evening!"

  Albert was a little surprised. He just tried it, but he didn't expect to get in touch.

"night?"

  On the other side of the mirror, Catherine looked out the window with doubts in her tone.

   "Oh, I almost forgot, the United Kingdom is five hours faster than the United States!" Albert casually picked up a topic to chat with the other party, such as the possibility of making American mint into a skin rash ointment.

   Catherine on the other side of the double-sided mirror was stunned, probably never thought that Albert would talk to herself about such a topic.

  She is actually very good at potions, and soon after Albert's explanation, she prepared the potions and got a skin rash ointment.

   "That's it?"

  Catherine looked at the finished product in front of her, feeling a little dazed.

  Although she still doesn't know how effective it is, the faint fragrance still makes her feel that this ointment should be effective.

  Suddenly, Catherine really wanted to collude with Albert and ask the other party to help her research beauty potions that could maintain her appearance.

  Catherine is also a girl who loves beauty. She is very clear that she is the most youthful and beautiful now, but her beauty is destined not to last long. Perhaps, relying on Albert's talent, she may be able to do it.

  If it succeeds, I believe many girls will go crazy because of it.

  Of course, Albert didn't know what the American girl was thinking. After hastily ending the exchange, he took out Isobel's double-sided mirror.

   "You came back from America, how are you doing there?"

  Just coming out of the bathroom, the girl who wiped her hair with a towel sat down at the desk and looked at her boyfriend with a smile.

   "Not too good, the magical society in the United States is different from other European countries." Albert gave Isobel a brief introduction to the situation in the American magical world.

   "Where is that Miss Catherine?"

   "Miss Catherine?" Albert couldn't help being stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why Isobel knew about Catherine.

   "Are you talking about Nicholas' granddaughter?" Albert's mind was spinning quickly, and he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

   "You don't know?" Isobel's expression became more and more strange.

"what do you know?"

   "Your gossip!"

As he said that, Isobel was holding a newspaper. There was a black and white photo on the photo. It was a photo that was secretly photographed when he and Catherine went shopping on Wizard Street. The angle was not good, but he could see clearly of two people.

"This photo! It should be taken secretly when I asked Catherine to take me to Wizard Street in the United States to buy souvenirs for my family." Albert showed a dazed expression, shook his head and smiled wryly, "Speaking of which, American reporters are really disgusting. Didn't I just refuse their interviews? I really use everything to create topics!"

   "I think you'd better deal with the interview with the Daily Prophet." Isobel suddenly reminded, "There are also scandals about you in France."

   As she spoke, she took out another newspaper and found that the person opposite the double-sided mirror was stunned.

  The photo of Louise giving him a meeting and kiss unexpectedly became his scandal somehow.

"Not only that."

  Isobel took out the Daily Prophet not long ago, and it started rambling on the topic that he likes beautiful girls older than himself.

   "You know, this is just a way they use to attract the public's attention." Albert suddenly felt very tired.

   "I know, I just want to remind you that you are almost turned into a **** who likes to step on several boats by the newspaper." Isobel couldn't help covering his mouth and chuckling.

   "Stop laughing, help me find a way." Albert sat slumped on the sofa and complained to his girlfriend on the other side of the mirror, "You sure don't want others to say that your boyfriend is a playboy!"

   "Who made you famous?" Isobel spread his hands helplessly, expressing that he was helpless.

   It seems that "Harry Potter" can no longer be used as the title of the book. They say they want to change the name. Although the lazy cat has already thought about it, just in case (it has been occupied), I will collect a few more here.

   If you have any better titles, please leave a message.

   It is said that when the title of the book is changed, it may be taken off the shelf suddenly.

  (end of this chapter)