abnormal hogwarts

Chapter 148

The old man pulled his head out of the pensieve, stood up, and stood in front of the window, thinking about something.

Albert, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Dumbledore who turned his back and said, "Harry carries a blood feud. This is the best motivation for him to move forward, isn't it?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "I still can't accept your proposal. I will use my own way to make Harry grow up and become strong."

His fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair, making a clicking sound.

The corners of Albert's lips raised slightly: "Professor, there were two people who fulfilled the prophecy."

"so……"

"So I'm hoping you'll let me guide Neville, in my own way."

Albert was really curious. With his training, what kind of path would the Gryffindor Sword Master who killed Nagini with one sword in the decisive battle take.

Training Neville was just out of interest. If Neville's magic talent was really hopelessly stupid, Albert wouldn't waste too much energy on it.

It's not a waste of energy. Throwing a clone can solve the problem. After integrating the basilisk bloodline, it no longer cares about the consumption of magic power.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed to Albert's proposal.

Albert picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "Then what are you going to do with Professor Quirrell? You should have noticed it."

As early as when he took Harry to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies, Albert met the stammering Professor Quirrell in the Leaky Cauldron and smelled the evil black magic smell emanating from him.

The two people's eyes met for a while, and they both discovered each other's identities.

It's just that when they were in the Leaky Cauldron, the two of them had a tacit understanding that neither one would expose the other.

Voldemort arrogantly thought that after Albert found his Horcrux, he would choose to hide it secretly. After all, anything he could see as a container for soul fragments was a good thing.

He thought he was hiding well from Dumbledore.

Little did he know that apart from the Resurrection Stone, several of the Horcruxes Albert had found had long since fallen into Dumbledore's hands.

And Albert didn't expose Voldemort's identity on the spot because there was no need at all. Let Quirrell, the tool man, use his last light and heat to give Harry a little training, wouldn't it?

"Qui Luo does have a dark magic aura that I am familiar with."

Albert grinned and said: "Voldemort is attached to the back of Quirrell's head. Pay more attention to him. Harry has the magic protection left by his mother. He will not be harmed by Quirrell, but other students But that’s not necessarily the case.”

Dumbledore nodded, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did he feel that he was the one who obeyed the order?

……

"Potter! What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to a mugwort infusion?"

Even knowing that Lily was observing her son's performance in his first Potions class in the mirror space at this moment, Snape still attacked Harry mercilessly like a poisonous snake spewing venom.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Lily glanced at Harry with an embarrassed expression, then at Albert next to him who was trying to hold back his laughter, and sighed helplessly.

Harry and Albert are only two years apart, so why is there such a big gap between them.

"If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?"

What is bezoar?

A big question mark appeared above Harry's head.

Harry said weakly: "I don't know, Professor."

He looked at Hermione, who was raising her arms in the air, as if asking for help: "Granger knows, why don't you ask her?"

Lily was too embarrassed to watch anymore, turned around and walked out of the potions classroom.

"Miss Granger, answer my question."

……

In the Great Hall at night, Harry poked listlessly at the steak on his plate.

Life at Hogwarts wasn't as easy as he imagined.

On the first morning, because he overslept and couldn't find his way, he was gorgeously late in front of the famously stern Professor McGonagall.

In the Potions class, Snape made things difficult for me again, and I didn't know how many points were deducted.

"Hmm, a tough first day?"

Albert sat down directly at the long Gryffindor table, patted Harry on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Senior, I have never met Professor Snape, why would he target me like that?"

"With great love comes great responsibility." Albert winked at Harry meaningfully.

"?"

Harry didn't understand what Albert was saying at all.

"Snape likes little boys like you the most, so he shows extra...concern to you. It is precisely because of his concern that he is dissatisfied with your failure to answer his questions and is angry with you. .”

"Yes... is it?"

Ron on the side looked at Albert with some confusion. According to the complaints of several brothers in his family, the actual situation did not seem to be like this.

"If you don't believe me, think about it, has he ever shown such a high level of concern for other people?"

Harry recalled the situation in Potions class. Except for asking Hermione to answer a question once, Snape never paid attention to anyone except him.

like……

Really?

No longer paying attention to the savior classmate who was deceived and crippled, Albert looked across the long table.

"Vilia, why did you come to the Gryffindor table?"

"You are only allowed to eat together at the table, and I am not allowed to follow suit?"

Vilia put her hands on her hips and said confidently.

"Uh, no, as long as you're happy."

……

Room of Requirement.

Albert looked at Cedric who was surrounding Zhang Qiu like a pug and was a little hesitant to tell Ced a cruel truth.

"Ced, I have something to say that I don't know whether to say or not."

"What?"

Albert took two steps back and said, "Your Animagus training may have been in vain."

Before Cedric could speak, Albert leaned back, his muscles and bones deforming under the squeeze, and his clothes merged into the scales, fitting to the surface of his body.

Staring at the white snake in front of him in stunned silence, Cedric suddenly figured out something.

"You don't want to tell me that your Animagus was naturally mastered after merging the basilisk blood?"

The big snake with scales as white as jade shook its head up and down.

Cedric covered his face with a look of despair: "Then my hard work over the past year has not been in vain?"

It took him several attempts to brew the Animagus potion before he managed to get a mandrake leaf to stay in his mouth long enough.

After burying the potion underground, I still haven't been able to wait for the right weather to undergo the Animagus transformation.

But now Albert suddenly told him: all your efforts are in vain, it is better to drink the blood fusion potion and wait for enough time to automatically transform.

Albert used the snake's tail to roll out a live chicken from the space bag. His eyes widened, and the gray color covered the chicken's body.

"Fusing the blood of magical animals can also make you a unique magical Animagus."

Woz's supplementary explanation gave Cedric a critical hit of [-] points, instantly clearing his remaining health tank to zero.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have learned Animagus from the beginning. If I didn't learn Animagus, my time would not have been wasted. If my time had not been wasted, It’s such a waste, I won’t be reduced to such a sad state…”

Cedric Tong Xiangyu Digory turned on the thought mode.