The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The freshmen were amazed at Dumbledore's magic, but they were already starving and cared more about the delicious food in front of them than studying how the Headmaster did it.

Albert knew how this was done. Dumbledore was transported from the kitchen below the auditorium through the magic left by Hufflepuff, and the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, which was used as Voldemort's Horcrux, was The first Hogwarts to assist house-elves in making magical food delivery vessels.

Albert naturally didn't forget to take this matter to the prefect beside him, but the other party's mouth was full of food, and he obviously did not intend to answer this question.

The dinner was very rich,

Although it can't be said to be fine, it will definitely fill everyone's stomach.

Albert got himself a steak and cut it slowly. He's not really hungry, he's been eating all the way.

Everyone else opened their stomachs and ate. Lee Jordan, who was sitting opposite, was nibbling on a chicken leg in one hand, looking very happy.

After the banquet started, the ghosts also appeared one after another, popping up from all over the castle, greeting the new students, and causing a commotion.

The ghost of Gryffindor is a male noble, probably the legendary Nick who was almost headless.

"Mr. Ghost." Albert swallowed the beef and greeted Nick, who was almost headless.

"I think I prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington," said the Ghost.

"Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington." Albert finished the long name, remembering Nick's name, he still admired his instant memory, "Can you take pictures, I mean , can you appear in the photo?"

"What? Boy, I don't understand what you're talking about?" Sir Nicholas was glad someone could pronounce his name, and hated newcomers calling him "Nick Headless".

"Take a photo," Albert said. "Please make sure to take a photo with me another day."

"Okay boy, if you're thinking about that that day, oh take a picture, you can come to me." Sir Nicholas agreed, and he was very fond of the polite little fellow.

"Can I ask one more question?"

"Ask child."

"What is a ghost, a soul after death?"

"Wizards can leave their mark on the world, and they can walk vaguely where they walked in their lifetimes, but only a few wizards choose this path." Sir Nicholas did not answer Albert's question directly.

"A memory? It's not very similar, so...is it really a soul?" Albert said to himself, he knew that the magical world had souls.

After all, Voldemort ripped apart his own soul.

When he recovered from his thoughts, he found that everyone nearby was staring at him?

"What's wrong?" Albert asked suspiciously.

"Nothing?" The others quickly retracted their gazes.

"I still think you should be in Ravenclaw," Fred said inarticulately.

"Swallow it and talk." Albert said angrily.

"Why are you curious about ghosts?" a freshman asked.

"In the Muggle world, there is no such magical existence as ghosts." Albert said calmly, "Now that I have the opportunity to learn about it, I naturally don't want to miss it. By the way, it will feel very cold to be passed through by ghosts, and it will be best in the future. Be careful."

He had just secretly poked Nick with his finger, and felt that his finger was very icy. Passing through them might be equivalent to drenching him in ice water.

This is by no means a pleasant thing in winter.

"Indeed, there are no ghosts in the Muggle world," said a girl two chairs away from Albert. Her name was Shanna Wilson.

"To be honest, when I received the letter,

At one point my family thought it was a prank, and when Professor McGonagall came to visit, they nearly kicked her out. "Sanna Wilson was amused. "Actually, they don't really want me here. "

"My situation is similar. My mother almost called the police and arrested Professor McGonagall." Albert said with a smile, "People who live on the science side usually have a poor ability to accept anomalies. They want me to go to Eton. study."

"Eton, is that Eton?" Shanna Wilson was surprised.

"What's that?" Lee Jordan asked, puzzled.

"It was one of the best schools in the UK," explains Shanna Wilson.

"Hogwarts is the best." George raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I know, because there is only one wizarding school in the UK, and Hogwarts is naturally the best." Shanna Wilson couldn't help but despise, "Ordinary people, the so-called Muggles, have thousands of them. 10,000 schools, and Eton is in the top three, what that means, I don't need to say!"

"It seems to be very powerful." George disagreed, in fact, he really didn't understand.

"Don't just talk about us, but also about you." Albert changed the subject and looked at the other girl.

"I'm half and a half, my mother is a wizard, my father is a Muggle," Angelina Johnson said. "They confessed to each other very early. But we have always lived in the Muggle world. The family wasn't too surprised when the invitation came."

Alia Spinnett next to her said, "I was born in a wizarding family. I have been exposed to magic since I was a child. There is nothing new. When I received the letter, the family was very happy and bought me an owl."

After everyone was full, the food left on the plate disappeared, replaced by desserts.

Albert took a pudding and listened to the freshman tell interesting things

When the banquet was over, the plates on the table were emptied again, like the ones Tom had licked.

Professor Dumbledore stood up again and announced to everyone, "I'm very happy that the school has welcomed a new professor, Professor Bud Broad will become the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor."

Scattered applause began in the auditorium.

Professor Bud Broad is an elderly man.

"There are a few more things to inform everyone." Dumbledore looked at all the students below and said, "First-year freshmen, please note that students are not allowed to enter the woods on campus. Besides, the administrator, Mr. Filch, wants me to remind Don't do magic in the hallway between classes, everyone. Finally, the Quidditch player review will be held in the second week of the term, and those who are interested in participating in the academy team should contact Mrs. Hooch."

"Why can't you enter the forbidden forest?"

"Probably there is danger in the Forbidden Forest." Albert said, glancing at the eager twins.

"If you dare to go to the Forbidden Forest, I'll write to Mom." Percy Weasley glared at his younger brother, he knew their characters too well.

"We won't," the twins quickly assured.