Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 518: I’m so tired

"Finally back!"

In the hot summer, Albert appeared on Tiber Avenue dragging a suitcase, looked up at the resident of No. 19, and suddenly had a good feeling of being home.

After returning to England using the port key, he retrieved his wand and other magical items from Mr. Bud Broad, declined his invitation to dinner, and hurried home.

It's just that Albert never thought that he would be closed when he went home.

The rest of the family didn't know where they were going. Albert, who had no keys, was stunned for a while in front of the iron door that blocked him.

Then, he took out a lockpicking tool from the deformed lizard skin bag and picked the lock on his own door.

Prying your own door is definitely a very novel experience.

Albert threw the suitcase in the hallway, walked directly into the kitchen, took a bottle of soda from the refrigerator, and poured a gulp into his mouth.

When returning to the living room to blow the air conditioner, find a pressed note under the remote control:

Albert, we're going to play at your grandpa Luke's for a few days, and Tom and Shera took them too. If you come back from abroad and we haven't come home yet, remember to eat on time and call us if you have anything. - Daisy.

"Really!"

Albert turned on the air conditioner, lay on the sofa to blow the air, and was about to sleep for a while, as if there was something wrong there.

The door is locked, what's the use of leaving a note?

So...

Albert went to the yard, turned over a stone, and took a key from the bottom of the machined stone.

"Forget it, the weather must have made me dizzy." Albert reached out and patted his head, feeling that he needed to lie down and rest for a while.

Using a door key is really uncomfortable.

When Albert woke up from the couch, it was already dark, and he rummaged through the refrigerator, and finally had to ride his bike to the nearby supermarket to buy spaghetti.

Well, it's actually the so-called cube face.

This stuff isn't popular in the UK, it's just sitting in the corner and eating ashes in the supermarket.

As for why I don't eat instant noodles, I can only say that the instant noodles in the UK are really unbearable.

Albert made himself egg and sausage pasta and toasted some crunch for an after-dinner snack.

Call Herb directly after dinner, they won't be back tomorrow.

Nia was on the other end of the phone, asking if Albert had brought her anything special.

America's wizarding snacks are, um, pretty much the same as Muggle snacks.

I hate to admit it, but the life of a wizard in America is closer to that of a Muggle.

American wizards of course also sell some specialties, but the Magic Congress of the United States strictly controls this, so their wizarding street is not as lively as Diagon Alley in the UK.

In order to bring gifts for his family and girlfriend, he also specially asked Kathleen to take him to Wizard Street in the United States, which is also called the Secret Exchange of American Wizards.

The Secret Exchange of American Wizards is located in a deep underground entrance in a narrow alley somewhere in New York. It has been widened by magic, and it is said that there are several hidden entrances, all of which have been spelled to drive away No-Maji.

Before entering, you need to get confirmation from the graffiti portrait at the entrance before you are allowed to enter Wizard Row.

I have to say that American wizards are more guarded against No-Maji than prisoners are guarding against escape.

After briefly cleaning up the dishes, Albert sat on the sofa and tried to get in touch with Isobel, who had not spoken to him for several days.

Unfortunately, Isobel did not respond to him immediately.

After waiting for a long time, Albert could only put away the double-sided mirror, took out Catherine's mirror, and tried to get in touch with the other party.

Well, he's just bored and wants to talk to someone.

It didn't take long for Kathleen's beautiful face to appear in the mirror.

"Good evening!"

Albert was a little surprised. He just tried it, but he didn't expect to actually get in touch.

"Night?"

On the other side of the mirror, Kathleen looked out the window with doubts in her tone.

"Oh, almost forgot, the UK is five hours ahead of the US!" Albert casually picked up a topic to chat with, such as the possibility of using American peppermint as a balm for skin rashes.

Catherine on the other side of the double-sided mirror was stunned, probably not expecting Albert to talk to her about such a topic.

She is actually quite good at potions, and soon began to mix potions in Albert's explanation, and got a skin rash ointment.

"This is it?"

Catherine looked at the finished product in front of her, still in a trance.

Although she didn't know how effective it was, the faint fragrance made her feel that this ointment should be effective.

Suddenly, Kathleen wanted to collude with Albert and ask him to help her research a beauty potion that could maintain her appearance.

Catherine is also a beauty-loving girl. She knows that she is at her most youthful and beautiful time, but her beauty is destined to not last long. Maybe, relying on Albert's talent, she may be able to do it.

If it succeeds, I believe many girls will go crazy because of it.

Of course, Albert didn't know what the American girl was thinking. After hurriedly ending the exchange, he took out Isobel's double-sided mirror.

"You're back from America, how is it over there?"

The girl who just came out of the bathroom and wiped her hair with a towel sat at the desk and looked at her boyfriend with a smile.

"Not very good, the magical society in the United States is different from other countries in Europe." Albert gave Isobel a brief introduction to the magical world in the United States.

"Where's Miss Catherine?"

"Miss Catherine?" Albert couldn't help but stunned, he didn't understand why Isobel knew about Catherine.

"Are you talking about Nicholas' granddaughter?" Albert's brain raced, and he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"You don't know?" Isobel's expression is getting weirder ~IndoMTL.com~ Know what? "

"Your gossip!"

Speaking, Isobel held a newspaper with a black and white photo on it. It was a photo that was secretly taken when he and Kathleen went shopping in Wizard Street. The angle was not good, but it could be seen Clear the two people in the photo.

"This photo! I should have asked Kathleen to take me to Wizard Row in the United States, and it was taken secretly when I was buying souvenirs for my family." Albert showed a stunned expression and couldn't help shaking his head He smiled bitterly, "By the way, American journalists are really disgusting, didn't I just refuse their interviews, I really do anything to create a topic!"

"I think you'd better deal with the Daily Prophet's interview." Isobel suddenly reminded, "There are also rumors about you in France."

Speaking, she took out another newspaper and found that the person opposite the double-sided mirror was stunned.

The photo of Louise kissing him has somehow turned into his scandal.

"Not only that."

Isobel took out the Daily Prophet not long ago and started talking about his liking for beautiful girls older than himself.

"You know, this is just a way they use to attract the public's attention." Albert suddenly felt very tired.

"I know, I just wanted to remind you that you've been turned into a philanderer who likes to ride several boats by the newspapers." Isobel couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckled.

"Stop laughing, help me think of something." Albert slumped on the sofa and complained to his girlfriend on the other side of the mirror, "You definitely don't want people to say that your boyfriend is a sweetheart! "

"Who made you famous?" Isobel reluctantly spread her hands, expressing her helplessness.