The Alchemist of Harry Potter
Chapter 93: Looking for the crown

The rainy days lasted for several days, the sky finally cleared, the temperature around the castle began to drop sharply, and winter in Scotland came without warning.

In the dormitory, Fred, holding a small kettle and humming a little song, was standing by the window, watering the garlic sprouted in the flowerpot.

The garlic, which has been carefully taken care of by everyone, finally successfully sprouts in the flowerpot, and now it has grown to the height of a thumb.

"I really don't understand, back then..." George was putting a hand-knitted sweater on his body, and he couldn't help muttering and complaining, "Back then, why didn't we think about planting garlic in a flowerpot? ?"

"Don't water and fertilize the garlic seedlings in the flowerpot all day long. Be careful to raise the garlic seedlings to death." Albert was buttoning himself on the buttons on his robe, not forgetting to say, "Today is a rare good weather, don't Forget to take the flowerpot outside and let it bask in the sun for a while. The plant won't live long without the sun."

The weather is getting colder and colder, and it has been raining intermittently throughout October. The weather is very bad, and the fine weather is rare.

The pot of garlic in the dormitory has almost no chance to be exposed to the sun. From the time it sprouted to the present, the number of times it was taken out to the sun can be counted with one hand.

"What the **** are you guys doing."

Filch stopped them when they passed the front hall.

"Hogwarts doesn't stipulate that potted grass cannot be grown, right?" Fred pointed to the flower pot in his hand, "I think this shouldn't violate school rules, right."

"This is grass, do you think I am blind?" Filch pointed to the garlic seedling in the flowerpot.

"Ahem, garlic was a weed shortly before people found it edible." Albert raised his eyebrows and reminded: "And, this is not a dangerous plant."

"Huh, it's best not to let me replace out what you guys are doing behind your back." Filch glared at the four of them, turned and walked away holding his cat.

"That guy is really annoying." George moved toward Filch's distant back and made a rude gesture.

"You can wait for the garlic to be planted and give him a few. The cat hates the pungent smell of garlic." The expression on Albert's face became very strange, as if he thought of something bad.

During the meal, the surrounding senior students had been discussing Hogsmeade. Charlie also rarely stopped the weekend's devil training and gave the official Quidditch players a vacation.

Percy sat not far from them, chattering with others about interesting things in Hogsmeade Village.

No one knew that Albert and his party had already slipped to Hogsmeade through the secret road.

At nine o'clock in the morning, students who were going to Hogsmeade began to gather in the foyer.

Filch stood in the middle of the door, holding a long list, checking the names of the students going to Hogsmeade one by one. The wrinkled old face leaned **** the list. After reciting every name, he would use doubts. Look at each other's face, and beware of any younger students who take the opportunity to sneak out.

The four of them returned to the common room. Most of it was empty. Only the first and second grade students were left. They were very happy that no one would take a comfortable position with them.

Of course, there are a few older students who have obviously been to Hogsmeade many times, and they have no fresh feelings about it.

"Continue to do homework?" George asked. "My distorted essay is still 1 inch short."

"I'm done," Albert reached out and patted George on the shoulder. "Come on, I'm going to take a walk and take a few photos by the way."

As he said, he raised the camera in his hand and asked, "Is anyone going with me?"

"I'll forget it!" Fred was a little depressed, he couldn't believe how Albert could finish the pile of homework that the professors assigned forever.

Others also shook their heads. The deformed essays they will submit next Monday have not yet been finished. If they cannot submit the papers in time, they may be detained by Professor McGonagall.

Moreover, few people have mastered the Levitating Mantra that the mantra learns, and it takes time to practice the mantra.

"Forget it, I'll go by myself." The roommates' answers were entirely in Albert's expectation.

"Let us copy your homework... learn it!" Lee Jordan said before Albert turned and left.

"Don't think about it, do you think Professor McGonagall will not be able to see it? Be careful she locks you in confinement." Albert waved at several people, turned and disappeared at the entrance of the lounge.

Today, Hogwarts Castle is basically empty, most senior students go to Hogsmeade to play, and freshmen are enjoying the exclusive lounge.

For Albert, this is a good opportunity. He came to the giant stick on the eighth floor of the castle to beat Barnabas’ tapestry, raised his camera and took a picture of the tapestry. After observing no one around him, he closed his eyes and began to pace back and forth in front of the wall opposite the tapestry. :

I need a place for me to hide things... I need a place for me to hide things... I need a place for me to hide things...

When Albert walked past the empty wall for the third time, the pattern of the door began to appear on the empty wall, and the door of the responsive house opened again for Albert.

After confirming that no one was around, he opened the door and walked in.

On the other side of the door is a spacious place like an auditorium. The windows above the room cast sunlight and shine on the hills piled up with discarded furniture. It is not difficult to see that these hills are all made by successive Hogwarts students or professors. They are piled up with items we have used.

"Successful." Albert raised his hand and made a yes gesture. Even if he knew that he could replace this place, he was still a little excited when he really entered the place where things were stored in the responsive house.

No way, who made Voldemort's Horcrux hide somewhere here.

Find Ravenclaw's crown, that's why Albert entered here.

Each of the heroes of Harry Potter fellows will try to replace Voldemort's Horcrux in the responsive house, and regard the great task of destroying the Dark Lord as their responsibility.

Well, Albert's fan protagonist in his last life is not immune.

However, Albert did not intend to give himself such a noble sentiment, and it is obviously not something that a sane person would do to die with the "no nose monster" who has an IQ problem.

Moreover, defeating the Dark Lord is the work of the savior Potter.

Stealing the limelight of the protagonist This is not kind.

Moreover, the savior Potter was born with the protagonist's halo body, so dangerous things naturally require him to be at the forefront. Even in a life and death crisis, he can resist through the protagonist's halo. "The Boy Who Lived in Distress" is not for nothing.

However, Voldemort is a trouble to deal with after all.

In Albert's eyes, this final boss is a trouble. He doesn't mind helping out in the back, so that the guy nicknamed the "no nose monster" will die faster.

The premise is that the death of the big boss in Harry Potter can bring him enough benefits.

In fact, Albert never doubted this.

After all, it's also a big boss, anyway, it can squeeze enough benefits from the opponent through the panel.

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