The Alchemist of Harry Potter

On September 3, the first day of Hogwarts school, the gloomy rainy day suddenly cleared up.

Albert just opened his eyes and woke up from his deep sleep. He slowly got up from the bed, walked barefoot to the window, and opened it to let the cool morning breeze into the room.

The three roommates were still sleeping. They chatted with the Daily Prophet yesterday about the Quietball game all night and fell asleep very late, so Albert didn't plan to wake them up now.

After all, classes don't start until nine o'clock, and getting up now is too cruel for those guys who stay up late.

After a brief wash, Albert glanced at the class schedule, checked the books, quills, ink and parchment in the schoolbag, then carried the schoolbag and went to Gryffindor's lounge.

There are already people in the lounge, and they are still students of the same class.

"Good morning, Wilson." Albert said hello to the girl of the same grade, who was flipping through Miranda Goshak's "Standard Spells, Elementary", probably for the first spell class in the morning prepare.

"Good morning..." Shanna Wilson's face was a little embarrassed, because she didn't know the name of the boy who greeted her, although she knew that he was a freshman in the same class as her.

"Albert Anderson. You can call me Albert." Albert saw Shanna Wilson's embarrassment, and casually introduced himself to the other party. He added, "Will we go to the auditorium for dinner?"

"Oh, okay... okay, Albert!" Shanna said a little hesitantly, picked up the book and hurriedly left the common room behind Albert.

Along the way, Shanna didn't say a word, just followed Albert closely, as if she was still looking around, trying to remember the places she had walked.

Albert noticed these actions of Shanna, and couldn't help thinking: "Is it possible that you don't know the way?"

There is such a possibility.

In the past, I almost went to the wrong place in my first class at university.

Hogwarts is undoubtedly more complicated, and it is normal for people with a bit of road madness to find their way.

As Albert expected, Shanna really didn't know how to get to the auditorium, so she stayed in the lounge and waited for others to go to the auditorium together.

To be honest, Gryffindor students are not so keen to lead others, and a large number of senior students like to watch the freshmen in a hurry. This kind of broken habit stems from the fact that they had a similar experience at first, and over time they have left this kind of bad taste of watching other people's bad luck.

Yesterday, when Albert came back from the kitchen, he saw several senior students who watched the freshman fall into the stair trap, and finally walked away with a big laugh, without any intention of stepping forward to help.

Of course, this can only be regarded as some special cases!

Most of the students would reach out and give each other a hand, at least the Hufflepuffs would.

Arriving in the auditorium, Shanna Wilson looked relieved.

Albert sat at the Gryffindor table, poured himself a glass of milk, and drank it with his head up. He looked up and saw that Shanna was staring at him, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something?

He asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Albert likes to drink milk?" Shanna was trying to communicate with the boy in front of her.

After all, no one wants to have no friends at all, and Albert still seems like a good talker.

"Like it?" Albert shook his head and said, "It's not like I like it, I just got used to it. I started drinking it at the age of seven. I have a cup every morning, and I'm used to it."

Shanna opened her mouth, suddenly she didn't know what to say. She actually admired Albert, and she definitely couldn't do it herself.

Albert spread jam on the bread slices and took a big bite, while Shanna on the opposite side was eating an omelette, the kind of English-style egg that is boiled, peeled off, coated in flour and fried until golden brown. ... fried eggs.

All right! Albert thought it might be better to call it Golden Fried Egg. He himself is not at all interested in this unique British omelette, which is better than ordinary boiled eggs.

After eliminating the slices of bread in his hand, Albert prepared two more slices of bread, sandwiched some vegetable salad, and put some bacon and sausage on top to make a sandwich.

And, of course, a small bowl of polenta. The so-called polenta is actually corn chowder, which is a food made by adding water and a small amount of milk to the ground corn.

Compared to Daisy's corn chowder, the polenta at school can only be considered so-so. Not surprisingly, Daisy's corn chowder is one of her favorite dishes.

After breakfast, Shanna and Albert chatted about spells.

"I heard Angelina say that you have mastered many kinds of spells, is that true? How did you learn those spells in a short period of time?" Shanna spoke slowly, as if she was carefully considering her words.

"This... The main thing is that you need to be interested in it first, and then..." Albert thought for a while and said, "... It also takes time to study and practice."

He thinks that interest is actually very important. Once you are interested, you will be willing to spend time and earnestly learn a subject.

"Interested?" Shannao thought.

In fact, a student from a Muggle family like Shanna never imagined that he would be a witch or wizard, and is still confused about many things. After all, Muggle wizards need to learn too much.

There is no doubt that the students of the wizarding family are ahead of them.

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much. Everyone is only fifty steps away from one hundred steps. Spend more time on the course and you will be able to catch up with them soon." Albert suddenly felt that his words were a bit ridiculous.

Did you make Gryffindor students love learning?

Not every student is Hermione Granger, and the one who was almost assigned to Ravenclaw in the first place.

"You too?"

"Of course, otherwise what do you think?" Albert replied as a matter of course.

However, when I say this, I don't know why I always feel a little guilty. After all, Albert is different from others. He has a panel. If he wants to learn a kind of knowledge, in addition to mastering it through his own learning, he can also upgrade his skills through the panel.

If the blood of the wizard is full, Albert's speed of learning magic is completely a few blocks behind the others, but he didn't do it, and he didn't even get the quest of the wizard's path.

Albert is still considering whether to wait until the level of the wizard's bloodline is increased before receiving the quest reward, which is undoubtedly the most cost-effective method.

But the problem is that Albert is still struggling with his future work, and he doesn't really want to stay in the magic world to develop.

If he decides to develop in the Muggle world in the future, he must reserve a lot of experience and skill points for himself to upgrade various skills in economics in the future.

Forget it, don't think about these issues.

Albert kind got rid of these distracting thoughts, and took the "Nineteenth Century Curse Selection" to slowly read through. He was actually quite satisfied with the current situation. As for the stored experience and skill points, he can take it later when he needs it. to use.