The Alchemist of Harry Potter

　　 On September 3, the first day of Hogwarts, 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, opened the window to let the morning wind blow into the room.

　　 The three boardmates are still sleeping. They talked to the Daily Prophet about the Quiet Earth game for the night and fell asleep late, so Albert didn't plan to wake them up now.

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

　　 After a simple wash, Albert looked at the class schedule, checked the books, quill, ink and parchment in the schoolbag, then took up the schoolbag and went to the Gryffindor lounge.

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

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

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

　　 "Albert Anderson. You can call me Albert." Albert saw Shanna Wilson's embarrassment and casually introduced himself to each other, and he said again, "Shall we go to the auditorium for dinner together?"

　　 "Oh, okay... okay, Albert!" Shanna spoke a little hesitantly, picked up the books and hurriedly followed Albert and left the common room.

　　 Along the way, Shanna didn't speak, but just followed Albert closely, seemingly still looking around, trying to remember where she went.

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　　 Albert noticed these movements of Shanna, and could not help but ideally said: "Couldn't you not know the road?"

　　 It's really possible.

　　 Before, in the first class of university, I almost took the wrong place.

　　 Hogwarts is undoubtedly more complicated, and it’s normal for people with a bit of road silly attributes to find a way.

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

　　 To be honest, Gryffindor students are not so keen to lead people, and a large part of the senior students like to look at the freshmen in a hurry. This broken habit comes from the fact that they had a similar experience at the beginning, and over time they left this bad taste of looking at others unlucky.

　　 Yesterday, Albert came back from the kitchen and saw a few senior students who watched the new students fall into the trap of the stairs, and finally walked away with a laugh, without any intention to come forward to help.

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

　　 Most of the students will reach out for each other, at least the Hufflepuff students will.

　　 successfully arrived at 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 in one breath. He looked up and found that Shanna was staring at him, her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something?

　　 He asked: "What's wrong?"

　　 "It's nothing, Albert likes milk?" Shanna was trying to communicate with the boy in front of her.

　　 After all, no one wants to have no friends, Albert still seems to be a very talkative type.

　　 "Like?" Albert shook his head, "I can't talk about liking, but I am used to it. I have been drinking since the age of seven. I drink a cup every morning and I am used to drinking it."

　　 Shanna opened her mouth, and suddenly she didn't know what to say. In fact, she still admired Albert so much that she couldn't do it by herself.

Albert spread jam on the bread slices and took a big bite, while Shanna on the opposite side was eating an omelette, which is the British style that is cooked and then peeled off the shell, wrapped in flour and fried in oil until it looks golden. ... fried eggs.

Ok! Albert thought it might be more suitable to call golden fried eggs. He himself is not interested in this unique British omelette. Ordinary hard boiled eggs are better than it.

　　 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.

　　 Of course, there is also a small bowl of polenta. The so-called polenta is actually corn soup, a food made by boiling ground corn with water and a small amount of milk.

　　 Compared with Daisy’s corn soup, the polenta in school can only be regarded as so-so. In fact, this is not surprising. Daisy’s corn soup is one of the dishes she can best produce.

　　 After breakfast, Shanna and Albert chatted about the curse.

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

　　 "This...mainly you need to be interested in it first, and then..." Albert thought for a while and said, "...it takes time to study and practice."

　　 He feels that interest is actually very important. Only when he is interested will he be willing to spend time and earnestly learn a subject.

　　 "Interested?" Shannano thought.

　　Actually, a student from a Muggle family like Shanna never thought that he would be a wizard and wizard. Now he is still confused about many things After all, Muggle wizards need to learn too much.

　　 There is no doubt that the students of the wizard family are walking in front of them.

　　 "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. Everyone is only 50 steps to a hundred steps away. Spend more time on the course and you will soon be able to catch up with them." Albert suddenly felt that his words were a bit ridiculous.

　　I actually made Gryffindor students love learning?

　　 Not every student is Hermione Granger, and that person was almost assigned to Ravenclaw.

"You too?"

　　 "Of course, or what do you think?" Albert answered naturally.

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

　　 If the blood of the wizard is filled, Albert's speed in learning magic is completely a few blocks away from others, but he has not done so, and even the mission of the wizard's road has not been taken.

　　 Albert is still considering whether to wait for the wizard's bloodline level to be raised before receiving the task 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.

　　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.

　　 Forget it, don't think about these issues.

Abbott got rid of these distracting thoughts, and took the "Selected Curses of the Nineteenth Century" to read slowly. He was actually quite satisfied with the current situation. As for the stored experience and skill points, you can wait until you need it later. To use.