The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In recent days, colleagues in the Ministry have been talking about the housing allocation in the shelter, and Truman can always smell a sour lemon.

After the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic collectively moved into Shelter 1, there was a big discussion in the entire magic world, and many people who were not allocated a house were complaining about it. They believed that the safehouse should be reserved for employees who were easy to be targeted by You-Know-Who and Death Eaters, not for the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, there are also many employees who are discussing when the No. 2 shelter will be completed.

Hearing two colleagues complaining about injustice, Truman didn't answer the words, just smiled, he knew very well that he basically didn't have a share in the allocation of a house in the shelter.

Who made him a Muggle wizard?

During the period of working in the Ministry of Magic, Truman can be considered to have figured out all the doors. It can be said that there is discrimination everywhere in the Ministry, especially unfriendly to Muggle wizards. It is basically difficult to get promoted and raise salary if no one protects them.

After saying goodbye to his colleagues with a smile on his face, Truman left the Ministry of Magic in whispers.

He doesn't have the heart to break up with these boring guys, anyway, he won't be staying in the Ministry of Magic for long, so why waste time on these people?

not worth it.

After buying French fries and fried fish at a nearby Muggle fast food restaurant, Truman returned to his rented house after a hasty meal.

The location of the new home is a bit out of the way, and the house is also very dilapidated, but Truman never regrets moving out from home to live by himself. He must avoid accidentally involving his family one day.

Death Eaters can do this kind of thing.

Not to mention Muggles, even ordinary wizarding families, they would kill them casually.

Truman hoped to be able to share a house in the shelter, but obviously this kind of good thing is basically out of his reach. Fortunately, he still has a good friend who is reliable. When the house over there is built, he will move there Living here can be regarded as having a new home of one's own, and changing jobs at that time will make life easier in the magic world in the future.

Turning on the TV, listening to the news on the TV, Truman made himself a bag of black tea, while listening to the news on the TV, while leisurely flipping through the latest news, the latest piece of news in the newspaper caught Truman's attention: Someone is missing.

In the era of mysterious people, it is not a big deal for someone to disappear.

But for some reason, Truman always felt a little uneasy, always feeling that he might have seen the photo of the missing man in the newspaper somewhere.

A very famous person.

If Albert is here, he must know each other.

Wait, Albert!

Truman remembered where he had met each other, at Albert's wedding.

this…

A more and more bad feeling came to my heart.

At this moment, the sight glass on the desk, which was used to provide warning, suddenly spun on the desk, and an alarm whistle sounded.

problem occurs.

Truman almost jumped up from the sofa, feeling even more uneasy, he hurriedly took out his wand and pointed at the door.

"No, calm down, calm down, in this situation, I should..."

Truman took a deep breath, trying to recall what Albert taught, trying to find a way to deal with it.

However, the more rapid footsteps disturbed Truman's thoughts, making his hand that was holding the wand tremble a little.

After a while, the door was knocked open from the outside, and a group of strange guys broke in violently. They held up their wands and looked around, looking at the empty room and couldn't help being furious.

"Ran?"

The leading wizard was quite annoyed, raised his wand and blasted the table and the looking glass into powder, and the room fell completely silent.

"Chase, that guy should have just left."

A group of people ran out again with a huff.

Seeing the group of people leaving in a hurry, Truman couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. However, he didn't crawl out from under the bed, because the detection pocket watch in his pocket was still a little hot, and everything proved that the enemy hadn't gone far.

This is most likely a trap.

Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, they rushed inside again. It was obvious that they left just now to lure him out, but they obviously failed.

"The Mudblood escaped?"

"Probably not. Don't forget that apparition is prohibited around, and there are people watching outside all the time, and he has never left at all."

The person who spoke looked around keenly, and said with a sneer, "I should be hiding, probably using the Disillusionment Curse, that guy is probably still in this room, probably because there are too many of us, and we dare not come out to attack."

"you sure?"

Although they also joined as Voldemort's minions, they were actually trying to fish in troubled waters to gain some benefits for themselves.

As long as they catch the damned Mudblood, everyone here can get at least ten Galleons as a bounty.

It's no wonder that they would rummage through boxes and cabinets, eager to find out the guy who was hiding.

No, no one at all.

This group of people searched every inch of the room, but they couldn't find the target.

"What's under the bed?" Someone asked.

Everyone exchanged glances, raised their wands and pointed at the bottom of the bed.

"Are you going to come out by yourself, or are we going to get you out." This group of people seemed to have made up their minds that they were under the bed.

Damn it!

Truman realized he had fallen.

After using the illusion spell on himself, he hid directly under the house. He knew very well that if the guy who came to arrest him was more vigilant, he would definitely search the entire room.

Even if you use the illusion spell on yourself, it doesn't mean that your body disappears.

He gritted his teeth, reached into his pocket, and prepared to use the Felicity Elixir provided by Albert, hoping to use the Felicity Elixir to help him overcome the current difficulties.

However, it was too late, several stun spells hit Truman under the bed, making him completely incapable of resisting.

"Look, we finally found the little mouse that was hiding."

The leader grabbed Truman by the hair and pulled him out from under the bed, "If you had voluntarily cooperated just now, you would have suffered less. Unfortunately, you have wasted a lot of our time, so... Cruciatus."

Truman snorted softly, enduring the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.

"Okay, stop playing, they are still waiting for us over there, send them there to exchange Galleons!" someone reminded.

They were worried that there would be an accident during the period, and it was most practical to replace this guy with Garen as soon as possible.

Just as they left the room, someone suddenly fell down without warning, and the corridor was immediately shrouded in a cloud of black smoke.

"Damn it, it's a trap."

The man in charge was on the verge of poking his wand into Truman's neck, and what made them most angry was that they had fallen into their own trap, and the apartment couldn't Apparate for a while.

"Well, the Ministry of Magic is really ruthless. This plan is to exchange my life for yours." Truman sighed softly. He thought Albert should come to save him, but now he fell into the hands of the other party. Find a way to avoid becoming a burden.

Just after everyone was stunned for a short time, they heard a sharp cry, and then the black wizards fell to the ground one by one~www.NovelMTL.com~ After a while, the crying stopped.

Fred and George were wearing earmuffs, retrieving the Mandrake roots they used as weapons.

"Look, I just said that this thing works, and it's hard to guard against."

George put the flowerpot back into the box, **** the black wizards who had passed out one by one with ropes, and did not forget to erase their memories just now.

Albert didn't want too many people to know that they used the Mandela grass as a weapon, lest other people learn to deal with them in reverse.

After Fred collected his wand and **** all the unlucky ones, he suddenly asked, "Do you think other people will also be targeted?"

"I don't know, are you worried about Angelina?" George asked with a smile.

"I have some regrets about pulling her into the Defense Association."

"Is it over? There are only three below, and we have already dealt with them." Cedric appeared outside the corridor with a few unlucky ones who had been stunned by them.

"Where's Lee Jordan?" Fred asked.

"Here it is."

Lee Jordan, who was in an invisible state, reached out and patted Fred on the shoulder.

"Is he all right?"

Cedric was a little worried about Truman's situation.

"Don't worry, the crying of immature Mandrake roots is not fatal, at most it will sleep for a few hours." George comforted, "We should remind the Ministry of Magic now and let them come to receive these people."

"I'm now more worried about whether other people will be affected."

All four were silent.

They couldn't be sure how much information those madmen had dug out of the old man's brain.

Once the mysterious person went completely crazy and planned to attack those who attended Albert's wedding, no matter whether they joined the Defense Association or not, they would be in bad luck.

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