Chapter 255： Milk and sugar cubes (1/2)
The snow had stopped all night, and the view was covered by white snow, the snow gleaming in the sun. Noel, the house elf, is using magic to clear a path for people to walk on in the snow.
In the villa, Albert changed himself into a formal wizard robe, sat in the armchair in the library, and flipped through the book casually, waiting for the arrival of other wizards. To say that I am not curious about alchemy gatherings is definitely false.
Albert's patience didn't stand the test for too long. With the help of a house-elf, an old wizard slowly walked towards the villa hall.
”...Those guys don't have a sense of time anymore.” Albert vaguely heard the old wizard's nagging and complaining.
”No, old man, I'm sure that your pocket watch is a few minutes earlier than the others.” Another younger old wizard glanced at his pocket watch and greeted him with a smile, ”The appointed time just arrived. .”
Before long, everyone seemed to have made an appointment in advance, and appeared one after another outside the villa, and entered the villa hall under the guidance of the house elves.
Albert closed his book, cleaned up his clothes, and walked towards the villa hall.
As soon as he walked outside the lobby of the villa, the loud conversation inside had already passed into Albert's ears.
”There are fewer familiar faces than last time.”
”Why didn't Nicol come? I remember he seemed to live in seclusion in Devonshire.”
”You said Nicol, I remember the last time Dumbledore invited him to the party.”
”Don't think about it, Nicol hasn't come to the party for many years, and he probably doesn't want to come.”
”Why didn't Dumbledore come this year?”
”Who knows?”
”I wrote a letter to Dumbledore, and he said that there is something going on this year and he won't come to attend.”
The wizards said one sentence after another, and did not specifically lower their voices. The hall was full of noise. Albert did not enter immediately, but leaned against the wall to listen to the people inside.
”What about Gerber Smith, why didn't he come this year?” someone asked in a loud voice.
”I guess it's still on the way.”
”If this continues, I'm afraid that even the five people will not get together at the next gathering.” Another wizard with a low voice couldn't help but complain.
”Not as exaggerated as you said.”
”We haven't added new blood for a long time.”
”Nowadays wizards can hardly learn formal alchemy.”
”Or, let Dumbledore start alchemy at Hogwarts?”
”Are you going to teach?”
”No one goes back to teach. Most of them here are in semi-retirement. Didn't Bud say that this party invites a new person? Have you ever met?”
A middle-aged wizard quickly changed the subject. He encountered this kind of thing at the last party. If he didn't say something, he would have to listen to these old men chatting for a long time.
”I haven't seen it, Bud said it would give us an unexpected surprise.” said another thin old man with monocles and gloves. He is a metalworker named Jerron Bald.
”Last time, the one from the Gerber Smith family barely managed. However, I heard that this year I won't be here, and at the next meeting, you don't call me anymore. Everyone is not here. It doesn't feel interesting anymore.” A bald, short-headed old man who had been in his seventies couldn't help complaining. He is the famous Gobalot, a potion master, who is good at preparing antidote, or using alchemy to extract the raw materials of potions. People who are good at potions must know Gabarot, or Gabarot's third law.