The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"You really ordered a toilet seat by mail?"

Lee Jordan, who was eating grilled sausages, looked sideways at the package dropped by the owl, and looked up at Fred and George in disbelief. He originally thought they were just joking, but he actually ordered a toilet seat by mail. Ready to give Harry as a visitor's gift.

"Of course it is true, when did you see us telling lies."

Fred and George looked at each other and looked badly in the direction of the long Slytherin table.

"Don't you want to do it again!"

Lee Jordan followed the eyes of the Weasley twins, and Malfoy was still a little dazed by what happened yesterday.

"No, no, we just want to impress him a little bit." The two of them showed a ill-intentioned smile, looked at Albert and said, "Give me a few more intestinal cleansing pills. Finished."

"No, the last one I gave you is the last one." Albert closed the letter, his mouth twitched a few times, and he sighed helplessly, reminding: "It's easy to do too much of that kind of thing. I was caught by someone."

"Well, luck for that guy," George muttered.

"We're going to visit Harry later, are you going to go together?" Fred asked, pointing to the toilet bowl. "By the way, make up the gift for the doctor."

"Well, let's go together, just on the way." Albert did not refuse either.

After breakfast, the four of them went to the school hospital together, and Madam Pomfrey only gave them five minutes to visit.

Harry on the hospital bed was asleep, showing no sign of waking up.

The candies piled like a hill on the table next to the hospital bed should have been gifts from Harry's friends and admirers.

"Heroes and saviors are really cheap." Albert couldn't help but said with emotion: "Porter is not easy either."

After speaking, he flicked his magic wand and conjured a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums out of thin air, replacing the carnation in the vase.

"Why do you say that?" George asked puzzled.

Albert laughed and said nothing.

"You always like to say something inexplicable." Fred began to unpack the toilet seat, preparing to place it next to the pile of gifts.

"If one day everyone said that Potter was a liar, and the wizards in the entire British magical world would think that Potter was a liar, would you think he was a liar or a savior?" Albert suddenly asked.

The three of them are a little confused, and don't know how to answer this question.

"Yes, not a liar." George said uncertainly.

"Everyone would think he is a liar, not a savior." Albert laughed at himself, he actually hated these things.

Just then, Madam Pomfrey walked in.

"You have been here for nearly ten minutes, get out quickly."

When Madam Pomfrey was about to drive them away, her eyes fell on the toilet seat in Fred's hand, and she frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Weasley, are you going to send a toilet seat?"

"This is chocolate, it just looks like a toilet seat."

Fred lied, put the toilet seat on the table, and hurriedly left the school hospital.

"Chocolate? I don't see that this is made of chocolate." Madam Pomfrey picked up the toilet seat and said, looking at the few people who had fled away, "I really don't understand, what are the students thinking now? ."

She wouldn't allow this kind of thing to appear in the school hospital, and when he was about to confiscate it, Dumbledore just walked in and happened to see Madam Pomfrey holding a toilet seat.

"No doubt they just want to have fun with Harry."

"This thing is not very hygienic here." Madam Pomfrey left with the toilet seat.

In the corridor outside the school hospital, Lee Jordan was asking Fred if the toilet seat was made of chocolate.

"How is it possible!" Fred said gruffly

"I dare say that Mrs. Pomfrey will confiscate it." Albert said rather speechlessly: "Actually, you should find someone to customize a toilet ring chocolate."

The three of them looked at Albert with weird eyes.

"Did I say something wrong?" Albert asked back.

"No, no, you are right." Fred said with his arms around Albert's shoulders. "Maybe we can make some disgusting-looking gifts out of chocolate. Percy's birthday is in August, and we have Enough time to prepare and give him an unexpected surprise."

"I suggest you go find someone to order one. There will always be a wizard who is good at making magical food." Albert thought for a while and said, "I think one or two gallons will be enough. If the other party doesn't want it, you can. Order a few more and keep them for our dear professor."

"We understand!" the twins said in unison.

After being separated from the three, Albert went to the fortune-telling classroom alone. Professor Trelawney wrote a letter inviting Albert to drink tea at her place. It was probably about prophecy!

In fact, Albert really didn't guess wrong. Professor Trelawney was looking for him because of prophecy.

The first words Professor Trelawney saw when he saw him were: "Do you really predict?"

"Why ask like that."

"Actually, some wizards with more sensitive brains, even if they can't really predict, they can use some clues to infer something." Professor Trelawney said.

"Do you think I will prophesy?"

"I don't know, I can't see the results of your predictions from your crystal ball. In this case, the results of so-called divination predictions are usually deceptive, but intuition tells me that maybe you really have the predictions. Ability." Professor Trelawney pointed to the opposite mat and said: "Sit down, we can talk, there are really very few wizards who can really predict."

Albert sat across from Professor Trelawney, took the black tea made by the other party, took a sip, and waited quietly for the other party to continue talking.

"I heard that Professor Quirrell is dead. Just like your prediction, he will leave us forever, when Harry Potter was by his side."

"Well, that seems to be true."

"In the beginning, the unicorn blood prediction you made was also fulfilled, right?"

"Well, it's realized." Albert's tone was still very flat.

"It's enviable." Professor Trelawney said softly: "I know that many people in the school think I am a liar. Do you think I will prophesy?"

"Kassandra Trelawney is undoubtedly a true master of prophecy." Albert said.

"Unfortunately, I haven't inherited much of the talents of my great-great-grandmother, and the Trelawney family has no real prophet." Professor Trelawney said softly: "Most wizards are actually not willing to believe it. The so-called prophecy, unless they see the result of the prophecy in the crystal ball with their own eyes."

"Because no one wants to believe your nonsense before the disaster is truly predicted." Professor Trelawney continued, "Moreover, even if you can predict the disaster for people, it is impossible to prevent it. You can only watch When disasters happen, it is not a good thing for the prophet.

"You will also prophesy, right!" Albert said.

"Should... Yes. Actually, I can't be sure, I can only have a vague feeling." Professor Trelawney laughed at herself: "I once made a prophecy to Dumbledore, although I no longer remember that prophecy. But soon after that, probably after the fall of the mysterious man, I came to Hogwarts as a professor of divination. At that time, there was no so-called divination class in the school."

"It seems that the prediction has come true." Albert said softly.

"Yes, if I didn't prove my ability to Dumbledore, how could he let me teach at Hogwarts?" Professor Trelawney murmured, "But many people just don't understand it on purpose. "

"Well, I admit, Dumbledore did not have a good interest in fortune-telling at first." Professor Trelawney said to himself, "At that time he told me that Hogwarts was going to give a fortune-telling class and wanted to invite I went to be a professor, but before that, Dumbledore wanted me to make a prediction for him."

"I think that's the purpose of the principal looking for me. He probably heard of my family and thought that I also have the ability to predict, so he came to me." Professor Trelawney said.

"This prediction has something to do with mysterious people?" Albert asked suddenly.

"I don't know." Professor Trelawney shook his head. "If you want to know the content, I'm afraid you can only go to Dumbledore. Oh, yes, Snape may also know that he broke into the room and almost interrupted. My prophecy."

"It seems that it should be the prophecy of the savior."

"At the time, I thought so too." She said.

Albert has never doubted Professor Trelawney's IQ. If he can be a liar and can bluff other people, no one can be a fool.

A truly brilliant Muggle fortuneteller is very strong in hints, logical analysis, and temporary adaptability, but before the real prophecy magic, it seems a little out of the table.

"I can't master my prophecy like you, nor can I use it as I want, but I believe I have that ability." Professor Trelawney looked at Albert seriously, "Can you tell me, How do you control your prophecy?"

This is the purpose of Professor Trelawney looking for Albert. No one wants to be a third-rate prophet.

"I'm afraid I can't give you too good advice, because my crystal ball fortune-telling is self-taught from books." Naturally, Albert would not tell Professor Trelawney that he actually mastered the ability of prediction.

"It's like it's described in the book," Albert briefly described how he felt when he was prophesying.

"Focus on the crystal ball and keep thinking about what you want to know in your head. If you succeed, you will see some fragments, and the rest is to connect those fragments together and unlock the prophecy. The meaning expressed."

Professor Trelawney fell into a short silence, and then said after a moment: "Can you make a prediction now?"

"Oh, of course no problem!"

Albert stared at the crystal ball placed on the table by Professor Trelawney, stared at the white mist on it, and began to predict what would happen next semester.

Then he saw a line:

The secret room was opened ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Those who are enemies with the heirs, be alert.

"What does it mean?"

Professor Trelawney obviously also saw the scene emerging from the crystal ball.

Then there is a picture of a copper faucet with a snake mark.

"It's definitely not a good thing!" Albert thought for a while and said, "This matter should be related to Slytherin College."

"By the way, according to a piece of Hogwarts history, Slytherin left a secret room at Hogwarts, and there seems to be something terrible in it."

Albert knows what those words mean, of course, but he still has to pretend that he inferred it.

"...Only the heir of Slytherin can open the secret room, release the horror inside, let it purify the school, and eliminate all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

"It seems that the next semester will not be peaceful!" Professor Trelawney murmured: "However, I don't think anyone will believe this before it happens!"

Albert looked at Professor Trelawney, and he felt as if he understood something.

"Since they think I am a liar, then I am a liar. What's more, before I can really control my prophecy like you, I am still nothing but a liar." Professor Trelawney laughed at herself.

In fact, Albert was also very surprised. He didn't expect that he would make such a prediction, and Professor Trelawney obviously also saw the content in the crystal ball, does it mean that his prediction ability has become stronger than before Up.

Next semester, I should be more careful.

Although Albert thought he would not be so unlucky to be targeted, he should still be prepared.

Well, to put it bluntly, it's actually fear of death.

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