Early in the morning, Albert woke up from his sleep, still in an inexplicable trance.
Last night he had studied Breyer's Golden Book carefully.
To be honest, such a book made of gold really gave Albert a big shock. It was incredible that something that could only appear in the fairy tale world would appear in front of him one day.
Albert leaned forward and looked out the window. The view was clear with blue sky and white clouds. The sound of birds singing could be heard faintly outside the window, and a breeze blew into the room through the window.
“It’s so quiet!”
Albert sighed softly. He went to the window, looked into the distance, and recalled the conversation with Mr. Broad last night.
It seems that this manor will belong to me in the future.
"Really rich!" he murmured to himself.
Albert was very suspicious about how this manor came about. Was it the wealth of some unlucky Muggle
Wizards do have this ability, and it seems to be a very simple thing.
After all, even the Ministry of Magic has a similar history.
What goes up must come down.
Many ancient wizards must have done something similar.
It’s not that Albert likes to think about dark things, but according to records, when the Ministry of Magic built the Hogwarts Express, there was only the word "requisition".
It is beyond doubt that wizards are incapable of building a train like that.
"Forget it. It's none of my business." Albert suppressed a yawn, stretched lazily, changed his clothes again, washed up, and prepared to go to the restaurant for breakfast.
The manor is huge, with long corridors and empty rooms that don't seem to have many people around.
Albert didn't find anyone in the dining room, nor did he see the breakfast prepared by the house-elves. Finally, he thought about it and decided to go to the kitchen. When he went to the kitchen, his eyes fell on the sunroom not far away. He walked towards there with a smile. Isobel was eating breakfast.
"Good morning!" Albert greeted the girl with a smile.
"Good morning." Isobel put down her fork and looked up and asked, "Did you meet Mr. Broad last night?"
"Yes. By the way, why did you refuse?" Albert sat down opposite Isobel and looked at the girl in front of him with a smile. Just as he was about to say something else, his eyes fell on the house-elf who appeared silently beside them, and he stopped what he was about to say.
"Sir, what would you like to have for breakfast?" the house-elf asked sharply.
"Just give me a breakfast similar to hers." Albert thought for a moment and said, "Well, it would be best if I could have a glass of milk."
"Okay, wait a minute!" The house-elf quickly disappeared.
"Mom has always wanted an elf to help us cook. She's not very good at cooking." Isobel looked at Albert and said.
"Then why do you still refuse?" Albert looked at Isobel with a smile, poured himself a cup of black tea, and said to himself.
"It's really convenient to have a house-elf to help with housework. I'm thinking of kidnapping a house-elf from Hogwarts when I graduate."
"They have a contract."
"I know, but we can discuss it with Headmaster Dumbledore. I think he might agree. Hogwarts has no shortage of house-elves anyway." Albert was confident that he could find a house-elf from Hogwarts.
"Now, you don't have to think about these problems anymore." Isobel said after finishing the fried eggs.
“Do you regret giving up?”
"No." Isobel took a sip of red tea and said, "You are more suitable, not to mention..."
Isobel didn't say anything more, but Albert felt that he understood what she meant.
"Oh, I was really blinded last night!" Albert said with emotion: "It's incredible to think about it now. But you were right last time, it's really hard for me to refuse those things."
"In fact, that knowledge is of no use to most people. Even if you want to master that knowledge, it takes a lot of time and energy." Isobel said lightly.
This was also one of the reasons why Isobel gave up. She thought she had good talent, but after seeing the things in the golden book, she already understood the difficulty of those contents.
The reason why the two-way mirror was eventually lost was related to confidentiality, but more importantly because of its difficulty in manufacturing.
That requires a very high level of alchemical attainment, just like brewing a elixir of life, which tests the level of the maker.
Moreover, it is not only necessary to master alchemy, but also requires superb transfiguration skills. Without sufficient accumulation of knowledge and technology, even if the technology is mastered, what can be produced will only be inferior products.
There is no such thing as mass production.
Isobel also discovered Albert's abnormality. This guy was absorbing knowledge at a very strange speed, so she simply gave up that surname.
In fact, Isobel also thought that it was more likely that they would let Albert inherit. After all, under the same conditions, everyone wanted to choose a better one.
The house-elf quickly brought breakfast, which included milk, sausages, fried eggs and bread.
After saying thank you and taking a big sip of milk, Albert started chatting with Isobel about some trivial matters.
For some things, you should take the initiative to fight for them.
The small talk between the two sides only stopped after Katrina arrived.
"What are you talking about?" Katrina asked curiously.
"We're talking about how to improve the beauty potion." Albert briefly talked about skiing in France.
"Is Miss Louise pretty?" Katrina's focus seemed a little... different.
"Very beautiful. It is said that she is one quarter Veela, and has inherited the beautiful side of Veela." Albert smiled as he talked about the little troubles that Miss Louise brought to the men.
Katrina ate the food on the plate expressionlessly, while Isobel didn't care much about these things and continued to chat with Albert about the beauty potion. She was also good at potions, and if she could improve this potion, the girl would definitely be happy to do so.
After all, loving beauty is a girl’s nature.
After breakfast, when the house-elves had taken care of the sunroom, the three of them stayed there reading and chatting until Mog appeared at the door of the sunroom.
"Long time no see, Mr. Mog." Albert greeted him with a smile.
"It's been a while. I just heard you talking about Mr. Delacour."
yes!
Albert talked about Mr. Delacour whom he met in France.
"I have met Mr. Adrian Delacour, he is a humorous wizard," said Mog, he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Albert, "I have something else to do, so I won't bother you anymore."
Albert took the letter in confusion, looked at Mog's departing back, raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the letter over, glanced at the sender, it was from Sera Harrisis.
"What's wrong?" Katrina asked curiously.
"nothing."
"You don't look like it's nothing."