Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 255: Milk and sugar cubes

The snow had stopped all night, and the field of vision was covered in snow, which gleamed in the sun. The house-elf Noel is using magic to clear a path in the snow for people to walk.

In the villa, Albert changed himself into a formal wizard robe, sat in the armchair in the library, casually flipping through the books, waiting for the arrival of other wizards. Saying that you are not curious about alchemy gatherings is definitely a lie.

Albert's patience was not tested for long, and a very old wizard, supported by a house-elf, walked slowly towards the hall of the villa.

"...Those guys don't have a sense of time now." Albert vaguely heard the old wizard's nagging and complaining.

"No, old man, I'm sure your pocket watch is a few minutes ahead of the others." Another older wizard, who was younger, glanced at his pocket watch and greeted him with a smile, "Agreed. The time has just come."

Not long after, everyone appeared outside the villa one after another as if they had made an appointment in advance, and entered the villa lobby under the guidance of the house elves.

Albert closed the book, packed up his clothes, and walked towards the villa lobby.

As soon as I walked outside the hall of the villa, the loud conversation inside had entered Albert's ears.

"There are many fewer familiar faces than last time."

"Nicco didn't come, I remember him as a seclusion in Devon."

"You said Nico, I remember Dumbledore invited him to a party last time."

"Don't think about it, Niko hasn't come to the party for years, and he probably doesn't want to."

"Why didn't Dumbledore come this year?"

"Who knows?"

"I wrote to Dumbledore, and he said he had something to do this year and would not be here."

The wizards said one sentence after another, and did not deliberately lower their voices. The hall was full of noise. Albert did not go in immediately, but leaned against the wall to listen to the people inside.

"What about Gerber Smith, why didn't he come this year?" asked a loud voice.

"It's probably still on the way."

"If this continues, I'm afraid there won't be even five people at the next gathering." Another wizard with a low voice couldn't help complaining.

"Not as exaggerated as you say."

"It's been a long time since we've had fresh blood to join us."

"It's also very difficult for wizards to learn formal alchemy these days."

"How about Dumbledore run alchemy at Hogwarts?"

"Are you going to teach?"

"No one goes back to teach. Most of the people here are semi-retired. Didn't Bud say that this party invites a new person? Who has seen it?"

A middle-aged wizard quickly changed the subject. He encountered this kind of thing at the last meeting. If he didn't say anything, he would have to listen to these old men for a long time.

"I haven't seen it before, Bud said it will give us an unexpected surprise," said another thin old man with a monocle and gloves. He was a metalsmith named Jeron Balder.

"Last time, the one from Gerber Smith's family was reluctant. However, I heard that he won't come this year, and next time you meet, don't call me, everyone won't come, and it doesn't feel interesting. ." Another bald and short old man who was in his seventies couldn't help complaining. He is the famous Gobalot, a potion master who is good at configuring antidote, or using alchemy to extract the raw materials of potion. Anyone who is good at potions must know Gobalot, or the third law of Gobalot.

"Okay, old man, it's just like we meet at a party, maybe who's going to leave that day." Another old wizard was more optimistic.

"Come on, Tofody. You're much older than us," someone mumbled uncontrollably.

"Next time, don't invite me either, this trip is too much tossing people, and my bones are about to fall apart." Another old wizard complained.

"You're not as old as I am. Besides, you're not Niko, so you have osteoporosis at this age?"

Tofody shook his head, "Remember to drink some milk every day."

"By the way, haven't you been able to come to the party for a long time?"

"Bud told me that there will be a newcomer this year. It is said that he is still a genius. I will definitely come and see." Professor Tofody is not very good at alchemy, but he has a sense of genius in Bud Broad's mouth. interest. Moreover, their so-called incompetence is only incomparable to these people.

A moment later, the house-elves appeared in the hall with drinks, serving everyone their favorite drink.

"Towers, if you don't like it, you can add some sugar cubes to the milk." Professor Tofordi suggested with a smile.

"Only Dumbledore would do this. At my age, I can't eat too sweet food." The old wizard named Thors couldn't help complaining.

"Dumbledore never considered himself old."

Several old people rudely teased Dumbledore who was not ready to come to the party. Most of them have known each other for many years and don't care much about these things~IndoMTL.com~ Probably because they are a little old, their ears are a little hard to hear, and their voices are loud.

The famous Nicole LeMay was actually ridiculed by them for having osteoporosis? And Dumbledore often eats sweets but is not afraid of diabetes.

Albert's face trembled slightly, and he could hear everything outside the hall. He really didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you go in?" Professor Broad asked with a smile.

"It's very interesting to listen to them chatting." Albert explained casually, and when he went in, he would probably become a topical figure, and he wouldn't hear those interesting things.

There are only nine people in total, most of them are very old wizards, and there are only a few middle-aged wizards who are relatively young. After Albert followed into the hall, he unexpectedly became the focus of everyone. The wizards in the hall They all looked sideways.

"Albert, sit over there!" Professor Broad pointed to the seat next to him.

"Bud, is this the Mr. Anderson you're talking about?" Everyone looked at Albert curiously. Thanks to his experience, he sat calmly next to Professor Broad. He nodded towards the old people who were looking at him as a greeting.

Then, he said to the two old men who were speaking French: "I admit that I am indeed relatively young, but knowledge does not distinguish between ages, isn't it!"

The two old men looked at each other, but instead of being embarrassed by being overheard whispering, they were surprised that Albert could speak French fluently.

"French?"

"British."

This time, Albert is in English.

"A genius indeed," the old man said to Professor Broad, "at least, in terms of language."