The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The train slowed down and finally stopped.

Albert picked up Tom, who was napping and fed, put it back into the cage, and then rushed towards the door of the car with Fred, George, and Jordan.

Everyone got down to a dark and small platform. Although it didn't rain at Hogwarts this time, the cold night still made Albert tighten his robes tightly.

In the dark scene, a lamp was shaking above the students' heads, and a familiar voice came from afar. Hagrid was greeting the freshmen in the first grade. It was his task to take the freshmen across the lake.

"Go!" Fred greeted everyone to follow the crowd.

The four moved little by little with the flow of people, and after crossing the dark platform, they walked a short distance. Hundreds of horse-drawn carriages were waiting for them.

Albert picked an empty carriage, and after the four people got on the carriage, the carriage followed the long convoy and set off towards Hogwarts Castle.

On the way, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were talking about Harry Potter again. Albert didn't bother to participate, leaning against the window, looking at the brightly lit castle in the distance.

The carriage finally stopped under the stone steps in front of the oak gate. Albert got off the carriage and climbed the stone steps. When he was about to enter the castle, he saw Professor McGonagall next to the oak gate calling him.

"Mr. Anderson."

George and the others stopped while chatting with Fred and looked over curiously.

Professor McGonagall also stopped Katrina and motioned for the two to come with him.

She led the two into the room next to the auditorium, closed the wooden door, and after making sure that no one was eavesdropping, she took out two timers from her pocket and handed them to them respectively.

"This is a time converter. Wearing it on your neck and turning it once represents an hour." Professor McGonagall warned. "Once it is more than five times, that is, after five hours at a time, it will cause damage to the body. Bad effect."

"Come over again, I know how to use it." Albert said that he knew.

Catrina next to him glanced at Albert and agreed to show that she understood.

"Very good." Before leaving, Professor McGonagall did not forget to remind again: "Don't let others know, and don't use it for learning unexpected things."

"We promise." Albert and Katrina said in unison.

"Well, you guys go to the banquet, I'm going to welcome the freshmen." Professor McGonagall left after speaking.

Albert put the time converter in his leather bag and walked towards the auditorium with Katrina.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan have left him a space in the front row. The front row is very popular at this time. Everyone wants to take a closer look at the legendary Harry Potter.

"That should be the new Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Albert's gaze fell on the chairmanship. Next to Snape, there was a young man with a ridiculous scarf on his head. His face seemed to be slightly nervous. Pale.

"Professor Quirrell." Percy said without hesitation the news she had just received from Nick who was almost headless.

"It looks far less reliable than the first two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors." Albert said softly, "By the way, did they find Professor Smith?"

"Unfortunately, no." Percy had apparently forgotten Professor Smith last year. "The entire UK has almost been searched, but no one has been found."

"Everyone said he might have been murdered." Lee Jordan whispered.

"The risk of being a Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is really high. I hope this one can also leave his job smoothly." Albert said with mixed emotion. After seeing Professor Quirrell with a ridiculous scarf on his head, Albert guessed that Voldemort should have been on the back of his head.

Did Dumbledore really not notice it?

This is really hard to say!

If he hadn't known something in advance, he wouldn't have noticed it himself. He would only think it was ridiculous that the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor had a scarf around his head.

However, when Harry Potter, Voldemort and Dumbledore actually attended the banquet together, thinking about it, there was an inexplicable sense of joy.

"The matter is not as serious as you said. Although no Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has been able to teach for more than a year in recent years, many professors have not had any serious accidents." Percy comforted.

"It is undeniable that this course is indeed a bit evil." Albert muttered in a low voice, "I think if this Professor Quirrell does not resign early, 80% of them will have an accident."

"Don't curse him anymore." Fred reached out and hid his face.

"I think if something happens to Professor Quirrell, the eighth achievement is because of what you just said." George couldn't help but complain.

"Shut up, it's not easy for Professor Quirrell to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Lee Jordan felt that Professor Quirrell would be over 80% in the end.

The auditorium suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the new students who had just entered the hall of the auditorium, trying to find the figure of the legendary Potter.

Albert found it. Knowing the information is actually easy to find. Right next to the red-haired Weasley, the slightly thin, black-haired and glasses boy is Harry Potter.

The whispers in the auditorium began to stop and soon became completely silent.

Then, the sorting hat in front of the freshmen began to sing:

You may think I’m not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance.

...

...

Because I am a magic hat who can think!

It's a new song again, and this time the Sorting Hat even bowed to the four dining tables one by one after singing the song.

Albert felt his face twitching, and raised his hand to applaud the others.

After the applause disappeared, Professor McGonagall began to roll the call. The first was a little blonde girl named "Hannah Abbot", who was assigned to Hufflepuff.

As for the little girl who helped Neville find the toad, it was Hermione Granger, and it was no accident that she was assigned to Gryffindor.

"I thought she would be assigned to Ravenclaw." Lee Jordan murmured.

"The boy who lost the toad was also assigned to Gryffindor." George turned his head to look at Albert, and he felt that he really didn't want to predict with Albert.

"I thought he would be in Hufflepuff." Fred turned his head to look at Albert and asked, "How did you know he would enter Gryffindor."

"Guess it."

When Professor McGonagall called Malfoy, Fred said with a look of disgust: "This guy will definitely be assigned to Slytherin."

Sure enough, as soon as Malfoy's head touched the hat, the Sorting Hat called out Slytherin.

"You know him." Albert asked knowingly.

"Malfoy's child, very annoying fellow, a wizard in their family who despised Muggle-born. Actually, I really want to know what he would use to despise you." George suddenly laughed maliciously: " I think you can despise him completely."

Albert glanced at Malfoy, who was welcomed by the Slytherin students, and muttered: "A kid spoiled by his family."

"I like your comment." Fred gave a thumbs up.

"Harry Potter!"

When Professor McGonagall called out the name, there was a sudden buzzing whisper in the auditorium.

"She's called Harry Potter?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

In order to see the appearance of Harry Potter in the legend, the restaurant was crowded ~www.mtl.com~ Many people craned their necks to take a look at Potter. Some students even stood up and looked over there.

This scene gave Albert a sense of sight of chasing stars.

In a moment, the Sorting Hat called out Gryffindor.

Gryffindor's long table immediately burst into the loudest cheers.

Percy, who was sitting in the front row, stood up and shook hands with Harry, in a leadership style.

"Look, in Gryffindor," Albert said softly.

Neither Fred nor George heard him, they were shouting: "We have Potter! We have Potter!"

However, Albert noticed Lee Jordan's "true" lips.

He looked at the main guest seat again, and his gaze fell on Dumbledore. The principal was raising his glass slightly, seemingly satisfied that his savior hadn't swayed.

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