The Alchemist of Harry Potter

　　 "I think so." Albert couldn't help but smile, squinting to catch a glimpse of the passing ghost, and raised his hand to say hello to the other party: "Good morning, Sir Nicholas."

　　 "Good morning boy, what's the matter?"

　　 "Will Sir let me take a picture?" Albert raised the camera and asked.

　　 "Oh, okay!" Nick thought for a while and asked, "Do you need a pose?"

　　 "No, come on, look here." Albert adjusted an angle and clicked on Nick.

　　 "Is it all right?"

　　 "Okay, thank you Sir Nicholas."

　　 "You're welcome, then I'll go first!" Nick quickly drifted away.

　　 Angelina leaned over, wanting to see what Albert had taken, there was nothing in the picture.

　　 "It seems that the Muggle camera cannot capture the ghost. Maybe it can be done with the wizard's camera." Albert wrote Sir Nicolas de Mincy Popington on the back of the photo.

　　 "It's so bad for you to remember his name." Angelina admired Albert's memory, at least she couldn't remember this string of names herself.

　　 "It's not a problem with the camera." A voice sounded.

Albert turned her head and saw a beautiful red-haired girl who had just entered the auditorium. She noticed that several people were looking at her, and she explained, "After the photo needs the correct developing potion, the people inside can move. Also, ghosts are spirits, and they will not be photographed by the camera."

　　 After that, the girl walked to Ravenclaw's table.

　　 "Wow, really worthy of the Ravenclaw student, knows so much." George exaggerated.

　　 "It's really amazing." Albert sighed with emotion and looked at the invitation to Angelina, "Do you want to go shopping with us to other parts of the school after you finish eating?"

　　 "Forget it." Angelina hesitated, but refused, "I have an appointment with someone."

　　 "That's a shame." Albert picked up a piece of fruit and gnawed at it, thinking about how to get the developer potion.

　　 There are more and more students in the auditorium. Most of them are freshmen. Perhaps because of weekends, the upper-grade students sleep late, but the freshmen can’t wait to visit the school.

　　 After bidding farewell to Angelina, the four of them walked out of the auditorium chatting. When they passed the hall, they all noticed that Filch was holding the cat and staring at them.

　　 Albert stopped and found that there was an extra task reminder on his panel:

　　 Malicious from the administrator.

You have been targeted by the administrator Filch at Hogwarts. It is time to fight back. During the night tour, get rid of Filch, the administrator, so that he can understand that even if he focuses on you, he cannot catch you. Any clues.

　　 Reward: 1000 experience.

　　 After watching the mission, Albert's mouth couldn't help but twitched. He found that after coming to Hogwarts, the trigger panel mission seemed a bit trivial.

　　 "What's the matter?" Fred asked, looking back suspiciously.

　　 "Nothing." Albert took a few steps to keep up with the team. The four of them crossed the damp viaduct, and he suddenly asked, "Do you know the spell of the phantom spell?"

　　 "What is that?" George asked suspiciously.

　　 "It is said to be a kind of invisibility magic." Albert explained, "I have read in a book, this kind of invisibility spell can make the disguised person or thing become like a chameleon."

　　 "Sounds cool." George raised up to the spell. "If you can master it, you don't need to worry about getting caught when you wake up at night for a night tour."

　　 "I think so too, at least there is no need to worry about Filch." Albert nodded his head, and he was ready to master the phantom spell and then swim at night.

　　 "But how do we get the spell?" Fred was a little depressed, "Dad may know, but he will definitely not tell us."

　　 "How about asking the professor?" Li proposed.

"For the time being, I can only find it in the library." Albert said, "Of course, if you can't find it, you can ask the Curse Professor, but I am a little doubt that he is willing to teach us this spell. After all, he might think of night travel. "

　　 A few people looked at each other and sighed helplessly. If they could master this magic, it would be much easier to do many things in the future.

　　 Albert stopped by the viaduct, put his hands on the railing and looked down. He still remembers that at the end of the novel, Harry Potter broke the old wand and threw it off the bridge.

　　 That prodigal son.

　　 The old magic wand is a good thing, even if you don’t need it, you can hide it somewhere unknown.

　　 That was a real artifact in Harry Potter's novels, and the other was a Philosopher’s Stone. As a result, both good things were destroyed.

　　 "Anyway, find the library before talking."

　　 "Even if we find it, we probably won't learn it for the time being?" Li said a little discouraged, he didn't forget that he didn't even master the simplest magic.

　　 "Don't say such frustrating remarks." Albert cast a look at Li and contemptuously said, "How do you think I master other magic."

　　 "How did you do it?" the twins asked curiously.

　　 "Of course you have to spend a lot of time practicing, otherwise do you expect to learn it soon?" Albert said gruffly.

The four of them walked and talked about the phantom body curse. After strolling on the first floor of the castle for a long time, they found a few empty classrooms with piles of debris, and a place that seemed to be a secret tunnel, but none of them opened the secret tunnel. The four of them are very depressed.

"Most secret passages require a specific password or a special rhythm to open Albert explained to the three as he walked, "If you want to find it, you can only try your luck, or ask other secret passages. People, but I dare say they will not tell us easily. "

　　 "Transfiguration classroom." George reminded, "I remember Professor McGonagall teaching transfiguration."

　　 Lee Jordan whispered: "I heard that this course is extremely difficult to learn."

　　 "It's really difficult." Albert discovered this when he was studying on his own. It took him the most time to turn a match into a needle, but after learning it, most of the transformation techniques were actually not that difficult.

　　 Of course, it may also be related to his panel skills.

　　 The four found the magic history classroom on the second floor of the castle. Fortunately, the classrooms are marked, otherwise they really don’t know where to find it.

　　 "There is a wooden door here, I think it should be a secret road." Lee Jordan excitedly pointed to the entrance road hidden behind the stone statue.

　　 "It seems to be locked." Albert drew out his wand and opened the wooden door in front of him with Aracho.

　　 "Your spell has failed." Fred reached out and twisted, but still did not open it.

　　 "I guess what password is needed to open it." Albert muttered.

　　 "What do you think the password is usually?" Lee Jordan asked rhetorically.

　　 "How could I know." Albert gave Li a blank glance, then thought about it and said again, "The most famous secret password in the Muggle world is Open Sesame. This story comes from Alibaba and the Forty Thieves."

　　Speaking of which, Albert's wand happened to knock on the wooden door.

　　 The next moment, the wooden board on the door was torn off the hinge, and it was about to break into a pile of firewood.

　　The four of them couldn't help but grow their mouths, their eyes almost protruding from their sockets, and they didn't realize what happened just now.