"I think so too." Mr. Delacour said something that made Albert feel puzzled, then reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of parchment and handed it directly to him.
"Hetok asked me to give it to you," he said.
Albert took the parchment suspiciously. The handwriting on it did look a bit like what Mr. Dagworth had written. He asked himself if he was right about coming to help.
As for what kind of help was needed, the letter did not say, because it only contained this sentence without a beginning or an end.
Albert glanced at Mr. Delacour, waiting for his explanation.
"Hetok will contact you personally soon." Mr. Delacour said with a smile, "He knows you won't trust a stranger casually. By the way, my name is Adrian Delacour, the younger brother of the helpful Mr. Delacour you mentioned last time. By the way, I am also a pharmacist."
Albert was stunned when he heard that, and looked up and down at the man in front of him who called himself Adrian Delacour. He remembered that the Veela contestant should be about the same age as himself, and Mr. Adrian Delacour's daughter Louise was at least four or five years older than him.
Are you sure it's the older brother and not the younger brother
"Is there any problem?" Adrian Delacour noticed the surprise on Albert's face and asked curiously.
"I don't see the old-fashionedness of a pharmacist in you." Albert said with a strange expression. There was nothing he could do. The guy in front of him was too lively and liked to stir up trouble even more than the Weasley twins.
In Albert's impression, most pharmacists are a bit old-fashioned, Snape is the best example, and Mr. Dagworth has that tendency. "
"Aren't you not old-fashioned at all?" Mr. Delacour blinked and said, "He will contact you soon. If you are interested, you can go over and help. This is a very good experience."
"I can't leave my family here. They don't speak French." Albert shook his head and refused.
"No, no, I'm not talking about now." Mr. Delacour explained, "We will meet again. There is a good cured meat here. You must try it."
Mr. Delacour left with his daughter, leaving the Anderson family puzzled. Albert briefly talked to his family about the topic they were curious about.
"Are there really werewolves in this world?" Nia asked, blinking. Although she had read some of the magic books that Albert had bought, she was still very interested in the legendary creatures.
"Yes, there are..."
Albert casually said something about werewolves to bluff the man.
Daisy was more curious about those potions in the magical world that could make people more beautiful. Women are always interested in how to make themselves more beautiful.
"Beauty potion, a potion that can make people more beautiful and charming after drinking it. Of course, it's like putting on makeup, it needs to be consumed frequently. As for whether there are side effects if you drink too much, I'm not too sure." Albert believed that potions should not be consumed too much, as all medicines are poisonous.
Daisy fell silent. She was considering whether to ask Albert to buy her a bottle to try out the effect.
There is no woman who doesn't want to be beautiful.
"Ahem!" Herb seemed to have guessed his wife's thoughts and interrupted with a dry cough: "You put those weird things together, is it really okay to drink them?"
Herb had been to the pharmacy and was not very interested in the materials inside.
"If you want to be beautiful, you should exercise more, eat healthily, keep a good mood, and use less of those weird things." Albert said to Nia seriously.
"If what you said worked, many people would have done it by now." Nia pouted, obviously not believing Albert's nonsense.
“That’s because most people can’t do it.”
"You can't do it and you still tell us." Daisy said unhappily.
She wavered.
In the evening, Albert received a letter from Mr. Dagworth, who sent him a mirror.
"It's a two-way mirror?" Albert looked at the two-way mirror in front of him with interest.
"What is that?" Nia couldn't help but ask.
"A two-way mirror is something similar to a telephone. It allows face-to-face communication through two magic mirrors. Tom, don't cross your butt over, or you might break the mirror." Albert picked up Tom helplessly. Just like cats like to occupy the keyboard when others are playing on the computer, and like to squat on the book when others are reading, Tom sometimes uses this method to attract the master's attention when others ignore him.
"That's great. If we have this, we can meet more often in the future without having to write letters." Nia's eyes lit up and she said excitedly.
"The manufacturing method of this magic mirror has been lost. There are very few double-sided mirrors on the market. I have considered buying a pair before, but unfortunately I can't find them." Albert explained as he moved Tom away. He didn't want the fat cat to crush the mirror.
The next moment, a voice calling Albert came from the mirror, and then Mr. Dagworth's face appeared in the mirror, a slightly tired face.
Tom was startled and jumped to the side, then quickly came over carefully and grabbed the person in the mirror with his claws.
"Long time no see, Mr. Dagworth." Albert pushed Tom's claws away to prevent him from scratching the mirror.
"Long time no see Albert, I heard from Adrian that you went to France."
"Well, I'm on vacation in France with my family."
"I'm also in France, studying Damocles's potion. Are you interested in coming over? I remember that you are very talented in improving potions." When Mr. Dagworth mentioned this, Nia immediately glared at the person in the mirror.
"I'm sorry, but I can't get away for the moment. Besides, I heard from Mr. Delacour that you were making a bet."
"It's just a gimmick." Mr. Dagworth explained helplessly, "Damocles has been researching wolfsbane potion for many years, but the results are different from what he imagined. This potion can't restore werewolves, but only keeps them sane during the full moon and reduces the pain caused by the werewolf transformation."
"You want to make Mr. Damocles famous?" Albert asked tentatively.
"He deserves it," said Mr. Dagworth softly. "Damocles put a lot of effort into inventing the wolfsbane potion."
"Why didn't Mr. Damocles get the Merlin badge and the reputation he deserved?" Albert couldn't help asking.
"Damocles is not well-known. He tried to promote this potion a few years ago, but failed because the ingredients of wolfsbane potion are too expensive, and the formula is not very friendly to most pharmacists." Mr. Dagworth sighed softly. "Also, the Ministry of Magic doesn't pay much attention to werewolves, so this is the case."
"I think I understand!"
"If you are interested, you can come and participate in the improvement of the medicine. If you can't come, we can communicate through the two-way mirror. I believe you will definitely be interested in it." Mr. Dagworth added: "I hope Adrian didn't cause you any trouble. He likes to tease others, but he doesn't mean any harm. He is actually quite popular."
"That Mr. Delacour is also a pharmacist?"
"He's a pharmacist. I know you want to say he doesn't look like one. In fact, when I first met him, I also thought he didn't look like one. Most people who know him think so." Mr. Dagworth looked helpless, but it was undeniable that Adrian's level was not bad.
The face in the mirror disappeared completely.
"That's Mr. Anderson, the man you think highly of." Damocles had correspondence with Albert. Although he also felt that Albert had great talent, he did not trust him because of his age.
"Don't underestimate our friend Albert. He is indeed talented in improvement. Maybe one of his brilliant ideas can help you solve a problem that has troubled you for years." Mr. Dagworth knew that his friend did not trust Albert very much.
There's no way, Albert is just too young.