The Alchemist of Harry Potter

　　 As the night gets darker, the number of people in the Gryffindor common room gradually decreases, and most of the students staying behind are busy writing homework.

　　 "Finally finished." Li Qiaodan got up from the sofa, stretched his waist lazily, and put away the parchment with the summary of Gamp's basic law of deformation. Having had the experience of the last time, the three no longer looked to Albert for comparison with homework, so as not to worry about them.

　　 "How are you doing with Transfiguration?"

"No, I can only do this at the moment." Fred sighed lightly and showed his success to the other party. The needle is really a bit...well, it's thick, just changing the shape of the match. It looks like a needle.

　　 If you can't turn a match into a fine needle, Professor McGonagall will definitely not pass that level.

"Come on, it's pretty good, if you can easily learn Transfiguration, what is the effort of others?" Albert said grimly, he was reading a book, and only the last few pages of "Selected Curses of the Nineteenth Century" Up.

　　 "You give me a look anyway, you're making an evaluation!" Fred took the "needle" to Albert and shook it, and said angrily.

　　 "By the way, you haven't finished reading that book yet!"

　　 "The last few pages are left." Albert raised his head and glanced at Fred's practice results all night. The "needle" was really not so thick.

　　 "How to solve this situation." Fred handed the "needle" to Albert.

　　 "Practice a few more days, and you will definitely succeed." Albert said without hesitation.

　　 "Aren't you nonsense?" George couldn't help rolling his eyes. His needle was thinner than Fred, at least it was barely a needle rather than a small iron rod with a point.

　　 It’s not too much to say that the thing Fred made with a match is a nail.

　　 "I have also met you in this situation." Albert took his wand and turned a pin out. "You need to change the needle first, and then consider how to make more subtle changes on the needle."

　　 "What do you do with this?" George asked puzzledly after taking the pin.

　　 "Of course it's for reference. You need to change a needle, but it doesn't need to be the same, it's just an ordinary needle." Albert looked at the three of them and said, "Try again."

　　 "A needle?" George murmured. He raised his wand and pointed it at a point on the match. After chanting the spell, an unsightly pin appeared in front of several people.

　　 "Success?" Fred picked up the pin and looked at it, feeling incredible.

　　 "Fail too many times and lack self-confidence." Albert explained, "You should have a little confidence in yourself and think you will succeed."

　　 "Then what do you give me this needle for?" George was even more puzzled.

　　 "Distract your attention so that you don't keep thinking about your failures, and I will give you a comparison by the way." Albert babbled casually.

　　 "By the way, how did you learn the phantom spell?" George asked abruptly.

"Next week should be almost there." Albert opened the wrapping paper, put the chocolate candy into his mouth and asked, "If you ask what this does, don't you think..." His fingers made a slippery motion .

　　 "Yes, tonight, do you go?" Fred broke the news: "I heard that Filch has a cold. This is a good opportunity."

　　 "Don't get caught." Albert closed the book and glanced at the task list. As expected, the progress of reading Crazy Demon had become 1/100.

　　 "Aren't you going?" George asked.

　　 "Don't go."

　　 "We misunderstood you." Fred and George had an expression that didn't expect you to be like Albert. They turned their heads and looked at Li Qiaodan, before they even spoke.

　　 "Don't look at me." Li Qiaodan shrugged, obviously not wanting to go.

　　 "You... okay." The Weasley twins looked at each other and shrugged helplessly. "It seems that we are the only two of us going to the night tour."

　　 "If you want to go out at night, choose Friday. After all, you don't have to go to class the next day." Albert kindly reminded him how to go to class the next day if there is no rest at night.

　　 Dozing off in class, do you want to be mixed up?

　　 "It makes sense, it's Friday." Fred nodded.

　　 "What do you choose to do on Friday?" A voice sounded coldly, and Fred felt a dark figure before him. When he looked up, he found Percy standing in front of him.

　　 "What are you going to do on Friday?" Percy asked sharply.

　　 "Practice transfiguration!" George said without hesitation.

　　 "Don't think I didn't hear it." Percy stared at the twin brothers dissatisfied, and said coldly: "Yeyou, you know how many points will be deducted if you are caught."

　　 George blinked at Percy innocently and said, "I heard that Gryffindor hasn't won the Academy Cup for several years."

　　 "I have been staring at the two of you, don't make trouble for me." Percy was so angry that he could naturally hear what George was saying.

　　 Look, everyone doesn’t care about the scores, otherwise, how could they not work hard to earn points and win the Academy Cup for Gryffindor?

　　 Gryffindor students don’t care about honors?

　　 No, of course I do.

　　 However, in reality, no one would consider earning points for the academy as a matter of course. Naturally, they would miss the academy cup. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 After all, scores are not generated out of thin air.

　　 And the Quidditch game has repeatedly lost, naturally worsening the situation.

　　 "Percy hates it."

　　 "I think so too!"

"I'm telling you that next time I discuss important things, I should find a place where no one is going!" Albert shook his head and reminded: "You guys say here, don’t you all hear that you want to go on a night tour? Up?"

"I seem to hear that someone is planning to go for a night tour?" Mark walked over here, put his hand on Fred's shoulder, and said meaningfully: "This is a good habit. There is no night tour. How embarrassed to claim What about the students in Gryffindor?"

　　 Listening to where Mark was telling his glorious deeds, the muscles of Albert's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, and he couldn't help but interject: "Caught by Filch?" "No, no."

"I heard that Filch knows most of the secret passages, and he has a clever cat to help follow." Albert told a cruel fact, "unless you are more familiar with the secret passages of the castle than Filch It's hard to escape him. Or, did you cast a spell on Filch?"

　　 "Well, the confusion spell, it works." Mark said casually.

　　 "Don't listen to Mark's nonsense." Irene came over, pulled Mark away, and told them before leaving, "There will be Quidditch training on Wednesday afternoon."

　　 "I dare to say, Mark must have gone out on a date at night and was caught by Filch." Back to the dormitory, Li Jordan talked about it again.

　　 "Are you really not going with us?" Fred asked again.

"Even if you want to go for a night tour, it's not now." Lee Jordan said grimly, their time at Hogwarts was too short, their knowledge of the castle was limited, and they really didn't understand Fred and George's death behavior. .

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