The Alchemist of Harry Potter

　　 "Is there anyone here?" the African-American boy pointed to Albert's opposite side and asked.

　　 "No one, sit down." Albert said with a smile, "My name is Albert Anderson."

"Lee Jordan." The black teenager bared his white teeth, looked at the book on the table in surprise, and said seriously, "It feels like you will be sorted into Ravenclaw. I heard that books... most people who like reading will be sorted out. To Ravenclaw."

　　 "As long as I don't go to Slytherin, I don't care about the others." Albert took out a few chocolate-flavored candies from his pocket and asked, "Do you want to eat candy?"

　　 "Thank you, it tastes good." Lee Jordan took one, opened the package and threw it in his mouth, "I like the taste of chocolate."

　　 "That's good, take whatever you want to eat." Albert put a variety of hard candies on the table, and sharing food is an effective way to draw closer relationships.

　　 This trick, he had tried repeatedly in school before.

"I think I should go to Gryffindor. I heard that there is the best place. Principal Dumbledore is from Gryffindor. You know, he is the greatest wizard ever." Lee Jordan is very talkative, his mouth is full. With candy, I kept talking non-stop.

　　 However, his chatter was quickly interrupted.

　　 A pair of red-haired twins are knocking on the door.

　　 "You don't mind squeezing another person!" one of the twins said shyly, "We are late, the other cars are full, and the girls don't welcome us."

　　 Before Albert could answer, the other twin said, "This is George, George Weasley."

　　 "If I were you, I would try to dry the water on my body." Lee Jordan kindly reminded. "I'm Lee Jordan."

　　 "Albert Anderson." Albert closed the book, put it back in the box, and pointed to the position next to Lee Jordan.

　　 "See George later." The other twin turned and left.

　　 Actually, the other of the twins came back soon and brought his own suitcase by the way.

　　 The compartment of the train naturally can accommodate four people. After all, this is originally a six-person seat.

　　 It’s just that some students will be in the same cubicle with their friends, even if they have a spare place, they are not welcome to come in. This is the reason why the late Weasley twins cannot find a compartment.

　　 "This is Fred, my twin brother." George introduced

　　 "Even if you don't say it, we can see it." Lee Jordan said. "I can't tell who you are. Maybe you should mark yourself so that you can tell."

　　 "Do you want candy?" Albert asked again.

　　 "Oh, thank you, mom doesn't like us eating too much of this stuff." The twins took one, opened the wrapping paper and stuffed it into their mouths.

　　 "It tastes really good."

　　 "This is your owl, it's so beautiful." One of the twins wanted to reach out and touch it, but she gave it a stern look and gave up. He didn't want to be pecked.

　　 "It doesn't like strangers very much." Albert explained casually, "However, you can try to feed it some nuts, maybe it will be willing to touch it for you."

　　 Lee Jordan tried, but it didn't work, Shera ignored him and continued to rest with her eyes closed.

　　 The train started, and it began to accelerate slowly to leave the platform.

　　 "How about the wizarding world?" Albert randomly found a topic, "You all come from the wizarding world."

　　 "How do you know." Lee Jordan was surprised.

"The clothes on your body, your outfits are obviously not qualified." Albert pointed to the clothes on the three of them and said, "Ordinary people don't wear this way. Obviously only wizards don't understand these, just like we don't understand magic. Same as the wizards of the world."

　　 "Great." Li Qiaodan said with a thumbs up, "By the way, there seems to be something in the window."

　　 Albert turned his head and saw an owl next to the window. He quickly opened the window to let it in.

　　 This is a gray owl coming in, shaking its body, rain splashing everywhere.

　　 Xuela yelled in dissatisfaction, jumped onto Albert's shoulder, and stared at the uninvited guy, very dissatisfied that her nuts were stolen.

　　 "Don't be angry, just a little nut, I'll buy it for you again after eating." Albert looked at the flying owl and touched Xuela's head comfortingly.

　　 "I always think that you are not like a Muggle-born wizard at all." Li Qiaodan whispered, "Muggle wizards don't know this, can I take a look?"

　　 "Please." Albert lifted Sheila from his shoulders. He didn't like an owl standing on his shoulders. This little guy was still a bit heavy.

　　 "Any news?"

　　 "The Minister of Magic Millison Bagno announced that he would retire after 1990." Li Jordan spread the newspaper on the table and said, "External rumors say that President Dumbledore is likely to become the next minister."

　　 "My dad said that if Principal Dumbledore wanted to, he would have become the Minister of Magic very early." Fred obviously didn't believe this.

　　 "Who do you think has the better chance?" George asked, "Oh, the Daily Prophet actually held a quiz event."

　　 "I don't know, but I am a little interested in the above quiz." Of course Albert knows who will become the next minister. "If I want to participate in the quiz, what should I do?"

　　 Someone sent Kanon, why not?

　　 "Gambling is not a good idea, Albert." Li Qiaodan said seriously.

"Small bets don't matter." Albert took out the wand, put it on the table vertically, let the wand fall freely to one side, and casually explained, "Ollivander said my wand can bring me luck. So, I’m going to choose... well, Cornelius Fudge, I’m choosing him to be the next Minister of Magic, and this bet is credible in advance."

　　 The three people in the cubicle suddenly looked stunned. This is what a show-off operation, and it just shows off their faces.

　　 "Do you really want to participate in the quiz?" Fred swallowed. He thought it was ridiculous.

　　 "I haven't decided yet, after all, I don't know the magic world." Albert also didn't want his pocket money to be squandered.

"No, the quiz set by the Daily Prophet is still very reliable, and many people have won prizes in the past. However, there are fifteen good wizards. You really want to..." George pointed out, "Fudge's odds are 4 times, not the most promising one."

"Of course, the most optimistic person usually won't succeed. They are usually thrown out to sacrifice, um, the unlucky person who attracts attention." Albert took the newspaper and carefully studied the way to participate in the quiz. Take out the quill pen from your suitcase, write your name on a piece of parchment, select the contestants and the amount of bet, then take out the gallons, count 25 gallons and put them in the purse .

　　 Seeing Albert count 25 gallons, the three of them couldn't help swallowing, it was a lot of money.

　　In other words, this guy is really rich. It really makes the three of them very envious. When did they touch so many Kanon. If you can have a Kanon in your pocket, you can make them laugh for days.

　　 Until Sheila clutched the purse and envelope and disappeared into the rain, the three of them did not recover.

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