The next day, Albert woke up early in the morning. After stuffing his packed suitcase into a seamless stretch bag, he went downstairs to have breakfast with his three roommates.
Since there was still some time left before the appointment with Professor Slughorn, Albert and Isobel decided to go on a date in the Room of Requirement to pass the remaining time.
As for, go to class first?
Naturally impossible.
Both of them are geniuses, and it doesn't matter whether they take that class or not.
It was approaching ten o'clock, and the two of them knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office on time. When they pushed the door in, they saw Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and another potbellied old man waiting for them inside.
That strange old man should be Professor Slughorn, his belly is really hard to describe.
As soon as Albert and Isobel entered the room, Professor Slughorn's eyes fell on them.
"These two..." Dumbledore stepped forward and introduced, "They are Mr. Albert Anderson and Miss Isobel McDougal. This is an old friend of mine named Horace Slug.
Horn, because of Sirius Black, I can't leave Hogwarts school for the time being, so I can only ask my old colleague to take you there. He has experience in leading teams to participate in magic school potions championships many times."
"Don't worry, leave them to me!" Professor Slughorn almost slapped his chest to assure him.
There was a knock on the office door again. Hagrid pushed the door open and said to Dumbledore, "The carriage is ready and can leave at any time."
Professor Slughorn took out his pocket watch from his pocket and looked at the time and said, "I can tell them other things on the way."
"Where is your luggage?"
Hagrid asked Albert and Isobel who had empty hands in confusion. In fact, he was here to help carry their luggage.
"On the body."
Albert gave Hagrid a look to tell him to shut up.
The two followed Professor Slughorn outside the castle, where a carriage pulled by five Thestrals was parked.
"Hagrid, are you responsible for driving?"
"Yes, let me take you there." Hagrid stepped forward quickly, opened the carriage door for several people, and let Professor Horace Slughorn get in first, followed by Albert and Isobel.
back.
There was no trace of expansion by the Seamless Stretching Charm in the carriage. After the three people sat in, the space inside became a little crowded. After Hagrid closed the carriage door, he sat in the driver's seat and drove the Yeqi carriage forward for a while.
Along the way, the entire carriage was gradually pulled into the air by the Yeqi.
The commotion here immediately attracted the attention of the dementors, and the group of guys had already gathered around, seemingly trying to force the carriage to stop for inspection.
The glass of the carriage was immediately covered with a layer of frost.
"What are they after?"
Professor Slughorn frowned when he saw the dementors surrounding him: "I remember Dumbledore told those dementors that we were going to compete."
"Probably because he wanted to search whether Sirius Black was in the carriage." Albert took out the wand from his pocket expressionlessly, opened the carriage window, and didn't care about letting the wind flow into the carriage. He turned to face Izawa next to him.
Bell said: "Let the Patronus protect Hagrid, and while there are no Muggles around, I will drive them away."
"Oh, I don't think it's necessary..."
Before Professor Slughorn could finish his words, he saw two Patronuses emerging from the tops of their wands, one surrounding Hagrid to prevent him from being affected by the dementors, and the other
Then he rushed towards the group of dementors and drove them away.
"They're just routine business."
Professor Slughorn said helplessly that he did not expect that Albert hated dementors so much that he actually used the Patronus Charm to drive away the dementors.
"Dementors are never friendly. They often do disgusting things as part of their routine business, such as attacking Harry Potter, or sucking some happiness from us to fill their stomachs." Albert closed the window again and closed the window.
The cold wind outside blocked the carriage. "There's no need to be polite to them. The dementors will never reason with us anyway."
Albert's tone was very calm, as if he had just chased away a group of annoying flies.
"They really do that." Professor Slughorn was very surprised.
"The Ministry of Magic has never been able to control the dementors. As soon as school started, the dementors used the name of inspecting the train and sucked the happiness of the students on the train. Harry Potter was almost sent to the school hospital.
." Albert singled out Harry Potter as an example and directly blamed the Dementors. Since they would attack Potter during the Quidditch match next time, the blame would be thrown away no matter what.
Don't fall off.
Professor Slughorn raised his eyebrows slightly, not wanting to comment too much on this matter, so he changed the subject and said: "A great patronus. Being able to drive away those group of dementors means that your patronus is very powerful.
, it’s really amazing, many wizards can’t do this. By the way, I remember you are still the international wizard chess champion this time.”
"Albert is recognized by everyone as a genius." Isobel joked, "Everyone says he will be another Dumbledore."
"Yes, yes, like Dumbledore back then, the future is bright." Professor Slughorn recalled: "I believe you can be promoted to Minister of Magic in less than twenty years, maybe even shorter, before that
, you can first become the British youth representative of the Wizengamot. I heard that the Wizengamot intends to give you this title. Wizards with this title usually become members of the Wizengamot."
"I am a Muggle wizard." Albert reminded, "The Wizengamot will not tolerate a Muggle wizard occupying that position. Just like the last time I won the international wizard chess championship, many pure-blood wizards had objections to this.
Opinion."
"That's just their jealousy and ignorance." Professor Slughorn comforted: "You have such amazing gifts and talents. You must come from a decent wizarding family. Believe me, I have never missed a person.
"
Albert and Isobel looked at each other. To a certain extent, Professor Slughorn's words were actually correct, but Albert would not admit that he liked to use the title of Muggle wizard to disgust certain people.
People, not to mention his parents are ordinary people, it is not wrong to say that he is a Muggle wizard.
"Britain hasn't won the Magic School Potions Championship for a long time. If you can work harder and win this potion competition, I think the Wizengamot will have to pinch the Wizengamot's nose.
I give you the title of British Youth Representative." Professor Slughorn took out various snacks from the small cabinet next to him and shared them with the two of them.
"I don't plan to work in the Ministry of Magic, but thank you anyway, Professor Slughorn." Albert also took out the snacks purchased from Honeydukes candy store from his own seamless stretch bag.
"Oh, you are indeed very similar to Dumbledore. You are equally talented, wise, kind, gentle, and have excellent insight." Professor Slughorn picked a candied pineapple from the box and sighed softly.
He said: "In the past, people often predicted that Dumbledore would become the Minister of Magic, but he never had such ambitions. I think you will definitely achieve the same achievements as Dumbledore in the future, or even surpass him."
Isobel looked at Albert and wanted to laugh a little.
Professor Slughorn almost wanted to blow Albert up to the sky. Although he could indeed bear it, Albert was not a person who liked to be praised.
"Ahem, Professor Slughorn, how long will the Magic School Potions Championship last?" Albert asked, changing the subject. Hearing Professor Slughorn praise himself, Albert didn't feel any joy. He only felt a burst of joy.
My balls hurt.
"It usually lasts a week. We need to wait for other colleges to arrive. It will take about two days before starting the first round of selection. You need to prepare a magic potion. As long as the potion level is not too bad, each school
There will always be one student who will advance to the second round.”
"Only one student in each school?" Albert asked.
"Yes, most schools will bring one to three students. Only one student will participate in the finals, and the other students will serve as substitutes. This is an unspoken rule of the Potions Championship, allowing some schools to avoid the embarrassment of being kicked out from the beginning."
After Professor Slughorn saw that Isobel's mood was very stable, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "However, players are usually selected through selection."
"Let Albert participate, I don't care." Isobel didn't care too much about this matter, winked at Albert and said: "But you have to take back the golden crucible that belongs to us."
"I will." Albert said firmly.
"I believe you." Isobel smiled.
Professor Slughorn's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, as if he understood something. For some reason, he felt that his stomach was a little sour, and he shouldn't have eaten too much pineapple preserves.