Chapter 144： Easter eggs (2/2)

Albert didn't know what Li Qiaodan had said to the others. After returning to the dormitory and putting down his schoolbag, Albert looked at the mirror and sorted out his appearance a bit, and then went to Professor Broad's office alone.

Professor Browd seemed to be waiting for himself, and when Albert knocked on the door, the wooden door of the office opened quickly.

”You are always so punctual.” Professor Broad said to Albert with a faint smile on his face. ”Well, we should go now. Don't let others wait too long.”

”Where are we going” Albert asked.

”McDoug's house.” Professor Browder reached out and picked up a small box from the fireplace, handed it to Albert, and made a please gesture to him.

”This is” Albert looked at the shiny powder in the small box, and immediately guessed what it was.

”Flood powder. Oh, I almost forgot. You haven't used Flood powder, have you?” Professor Brod suddenly remembered this and said, ”The use of Flood powder is very simple. First you have to go to the stove. Before, then throw the powder into the flame, wait for the flame to rise, and then walk into the flame. At this time, you must clearly state where you want to go. The place we go is called the hut in the lake.”

Albert took a pinch of shining powder from the small box, walked to the stove, and threw the powder into the flame.

With a cry, the fire turned green, rising higher than Albert.

Albert hesitated, but still raised his foot into the fire, and shouted ”the cottage in the lake.”

In the blink of an eye, Albert was swallowed by the flames and disappeared.

Floo Fan's trip was also not very pleasant. Albert felt his body spinning rapidly. He squinted his eyes. A series of furnace doors flashed vaguely in front of him, and he could vaguely glimpse the room outside the fireplace.

The swirling green flame made Albert feel dizzy, and the whistling wind heard in his ears, feeling that he was moving at high speed.

Blinking his eyes, the spinning stopped, the whistling sound also disappeared, and Albert felt himself falling on the cold ground.

”It's really choking.”

Albert fell to the floor in embarrassment, and someone seemed to be supporting him from the ground next to him.

”Welcome, Mr. Anderson.”

A sharp voice rang in Albert's ears, and Albert, who had just got up to dust off the ashes from his cloak, was stunned, and looked in the direction of the voice. It was a house elf.

A few seconds later, Professor Broad climbed out of the fire and stood on the carpet in the hall to wipe the ashes from his robe.

”Two gentlemen, please come here, the dinner is ready.” The house elf said sharply.

”Dinner” Albert looked at Professor Broad suspiciously.

”Of course it's a dinner party. Let's go, don't let everyone wait too long.”

This house is very big, not small at all. It is ridiculous to describe it as a hut in the lake.

Led by the house elves, they left the hall, walked through the corridors and stairs, and came to a carpeted sunroom with transparent walls.

The dinner was held in this spacious room. There were already three people in the room. Except for McDougal, the other two seemed to be quite old.

Among them, the elder may be over a hundred years old, and the other at least eighty. They are all looking at Albert with curious eyes.

No malice, just curiosity and kindness.

”Albert Anderson, the genius I introduced to you, is good at ancient magic texts.” McDoug pointed to Albert and introduced to the other two people. ”Of course, there is also Transfiguration. I only transformed today. I’ve read Albert’s article and Professor Browd said that Albert is also very good in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Spells.”

”I'm Albert, I'm glad to meet you all.” Albert looked a little cautious, and nodded slightly at several people.

”Tiberus Ogden, an expert in spells and magic texts.” McDoug pointed to the older man and introduced to Albert, ”The magic theory you are using now actually has Tiberus A credit for it.”

The old man reached out his hand and shook Albert lightly.

”Gerber Smith.” McDoug pointed to the eighty-year-old man and said, ”Good at transformation, divination and ancient magic texts, and also an expert in alchemy.”

After Albert shook hands with this Mr. Smith, he felt a bit contrary.

But he could not tell where there was a violation.

The dinner is very rich, but the food is relatively light, and the five people eat and chat, using ancient magic texts.

As McDoug said, everyone is an expert in ancient magic texts, and they belong to the very powerful kind. When McDoug wrote that ancient magic text, they also got their help.

Smith and Ogden were equally surprised that Albert was able to use ancient magic texts so skillfully.

Sure enough, seeing is better than hearing.

Albert was full. They sat in soft armchairs and talked about ancient magic texts.

To be honest, it feels really weird for a young child to talk about academic theories among a group of old people.

But you have to admit that they are a group of very capable people, they are also very knowledgeable in magic texts, and they can speak in ancient magic texts.

If people who don't know come here, they think they accidentally crossed a thousand years ago.

This friendly conversation continued into the night.

Albert also expressed to Gerber Smith that he was interested in alchemy and asked about the use of ancient magic texts.

Gerber looked at Albert's wooden bracelet, and said with a smile, ”There is no problem with the protective bracelet you made. The reason for the failure is actually that you have not been able to inject strength into the runes.”

Albert was a little dazed.

”Runi writing is a kind of mysterious writing. It contains mysterious magical power. However, your current practice, just sculpting it, will not give runi writing power.” Gerber Smith explained, ”Concentrate your mind. , Inject your magical power into the runes you carved. This is why the runes are called magical characters.”

When wizards use such magical words to cast spells, the spells they use will become more powerful, and only those who are good at ancient magic words will truly realize this.

Maybe some wizards are vaguely aware of something, but they don't understand what is going on. They just use ancient magic texts skillfully and unknowingly master the methods of using it.

Therefore, wizards would think that ancient magic is more powerful, even if it is true.

Unfortunately, the old man's energy is limited, and the conversation between the two sides ends here.

However, Gerber Smith and Tiberus Ogden indicated that they could establish friendly relations with Albert through correspondence in the future.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the banquet was over, and Albert returned to school through Floo fans.

Albert, who had just gotten up from his chair, realized something was wrong.

He switched from his side to the right. McDoug was in his 40s and 50s, Professor Brod was in his 60s, Gerber Smith was in his 80s, Tiberus Ogden was in his 90s or even a hundred, and What about myself

Twelve years old

Individuals are missing.

A wizard in his twenties or thirties was missing, and he was connected to Mr. McDouger. Perhaps there should be another genius in his twenties and thirties.

Only then is there a rule to follow.

”I think too much” Albert murmured.

Before returning to school through the fireplace, Albert suddenly asked, ”Professor Browder, is there no one missing today.”

”Why do you ask like this?” Professor Broad was stunned and asked in confusion.

”Nothing, I always feel that this party is missing someone.” Albert murmured.

”There are no less people.” Professor Brod repeated suspiciously ~ There are no less people. Last time I said that the ancient magic writing is a bit serious. Therefore, it is not that there are fewer people, but the generations. Up. ”

Albert always felt that Professor Browder's words had other meanings, and returned to the Gryffindor common room slowly. At this time, the common room was very lively and did not go to bed.

Albert clutched his yawn and went straight back to the dormitory, but none of the other roommates came back.

He held the wooden bracelet in a daze, thinking about what Gerber Smith said.

Nearly 11:30, Li Qiaodan returned to the dormitory, seeming to have a lot of fun.

”Fred and George are not with you.” Looking at Li Jordan, who returned to the dormitory alone, Albert frowned slightly. Hogwarts had a curfew after eleven.

”No, I haven't seen Fred and George since just now. I thought they would go back to the dormitory to rest first.” Li Qiaodan also frowned slightly.

”Fred and George are not in the common room” Albert suddenly had a bad feeling.

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