In the early morning, Albert woke up from his sleep, still in an inexplicable trance.
Last night, he carefully studied Blair's golden book.
To be honest, such a book made of gold really gave Albert a big impact. It was incredible that something that could only appear in the world of fairy tales would one day appear in front of him.
Albert leaned up and looked out the window. He saw blue sky and white clouds, a clear field of vision, the faint sound of birds chirping outside the window, and a gentle breeze blowing into the room from the window.
“It’s so quiet!”
Albert sighed softly. He came to the window, looked into the distance, and recalled the conversation with Mr. Broad last night.
It seems that this manor will belong to me in the future.
"You're really rich!" he murmured to himself.
Albert was very suspicious of how this manor came to embezzle the wealth of an unlucky Muggle?
Wizards do have such an ability, and it seems to be a very simple thing.
After all, even the Ministry of Magic has a similar record.
What works is effective.
Many ancient wizards should have done similar things.
It's not that Albert likes to think in dark places, but according to records, when the Ministry of Magic built the Hogwarts Express, there was only the word "requisition".
There is no doubt that wizards are incapable of building such a train.
"Forget it, it's none of my business." Albert covered a yawn, stretched lazily, changed his clothes again, washed up and prepared to go to the restaurant for breakfast.
The manor is very large, with long corridors and empty rooms that are not popular.
Albert found no one in the dining room, nor did he see the breakfast prepared by the house elf. Finally, he thought about it and prepared to go to the kitchen. When he went to the kitchen, his eyes fell on the sunroom not far away.
Then he walked over there with a smile, where Isobel was having breakfast.
"Good morning!" Albert greeted the girl with a smile.
"Good morning." Isobel put down her fork, raised her head and asked, "Have you seen Mr. Broad last night?"
"I've seen it. By the way, why did you refuse?" Albert sat opposite Isobel and looked at the girl in front of him with a half-smile. He was about to say something more when his eyes fell on the girl who appeared quietly.
The house elf beside them stopped what they were about to say.
"Sir, what are you preparing for breakfast?" the house elf asked in a sharp voice.
"Just give me a breakfast similar to hers." Albert thought for a while and then said, "Well, it's best to have a glass of milk."
"Okay, wait a minute!" The house elf quickly disappeared.
"Mom has always wanted an elf to help us cook. She is not very good at cooking." Isobel said, looking at Albert.
"Then why do you still refuse?" Albert looked at Isobel with a half-smile, poured himself a cup of black tea, and said to himself.
"It's really convenient to have a house elf to help with the housework. I'm thinking that after I graduate, I'll kidnap a house elf from Hogwarts."
"They have a contract."
"I know, but we can discuss it with Principal Dumbledore. I think he might agree. Anyway, Hogwarts has no shortage of house elves." Albert was confident of getting a house elf from Hogwarts.
"Now, you don't need to think about these problems anymore." Isobel said after eating the omelette.
"Do you ever regret giving up?"
"No." Isobel sipped her red tea and said, "You are more suitable, not to mention..."
Isobel didn't say anything more, but Albert felt that he understood what she meant.
"Oh, I did get a flash in the eye last night!" Albert sighed: "It feels incredible when I think about it now. However, you were right what you said last time. It is really difficult for me to refuse those things."
"Actually, that knowledge is of little use to most people. Even if you want to master that knowledge, it will take a lot of time and energy." Isobel said lightly.
This was also one of the reasons why Isobel gave up. She thought her talent was pretty good, but after seeing the things in the golden book, she already understood the difficulty of those contents.
The reason why the double-sided mirror was finally lost was related to confidentiality, but more importantly, it was because of the difficulty of manufacturing it.
It requires a high degree of alchemy skills, just like brewing the elixir of good fortune, it tests the skill of the maker.
Moreover, it is not only necessary to master alchemy, but also to master the art of transformation. If the knowledge and technology are not accumulated enough, even if the technology is mastered, the products produced will only be inferior products.
Mass production is not a good thing.
Isobel also discovered something unusual about Albert. This guy was absorbing knowledge at a very strange speed, so she simply gave up that surname.
In fact, Isobel also believes that it is more likely that they will let Albert inherit in the end. After all, under the same conditions, everyone wants to choose a better one.
The house elf quickly served breakfast, including milk, sausages, omelettes and bread.
After saying thank you and taking a sip of milk, Albert casually chatted with Isobel about trivial matters.
There are some things that you should take the initiative to fight for.
The chat between the two parties stopped only after Katrina's arrival.
"What are you talking about?" Katrina asked curiously.
"We're talking about how to improve beauty potions." Albert briefly talked about skiing in France.
"Is that Miss Louise beautiful?" Katrina's focus seemed to be a little... different.
"She is very beautiful. It is said that she has a quarter of Veela blood, and has inherited the beauty of Veela very well." Albert smiled and talked about the little troubles Miss Louise brought to the men.
Katrina ate the food on the plate expressionlessly. Isobel didn't care much about these things and continued to chat with Albert about the beauty potion. She was also good at potions. If she could improve this potion,
Girls will definitely be happy to do this.
After all, it is a girl’s nature to love beauty.
After breakfast and the house elves taking care of the sunroom, the three of them stayed here reading and chatting until Mog appeared at the door of the sunroom.
"Long time no see, Mr. Mogg." Albert greeted the other party with a smile.
"Long time no see. I just heard you talking about Mr. Delacour."
yes!
Albert talked about the Mr. Delacour he met in France.
"I have met Mr. Adrian Delacour, he is a humorous wizard," Mog said. He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Albert. "I still have something to do, just
I won’t disturb you anymore.”
Albert took the letter doubtfully, looked at Mog's leaving figure, raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the letter over, glanced at the sender, and saw that it was a letter from Serra Harichs.