Ever since he told Nia that he would take her to watch the Quidditch World Cup this summer, Albert found that his sister had become very clingy.
Most of the time, they turned into curious babies, surrounding him and listening to him talk about the magical world.
"You're really hard-working. Do you have to reply to all these letters?"
Nia was wearing the beautiful dress she bought in London last time. She sat next to Albert with two cups of freshly made iced black tea. She put one of the cups in front of him, bit the straw and took a sip of the refreshing black tea and asked, "With so many letters, aren't you afraid that Sheila will be exhausted?"
"I'll take them to the owl post office and send them together when the time comes." Albert would naturally not let his owl send these letters, otherwise he would be busy for who knows when.
"Does the Owl Post Office have a group of owl postmen?" Nia asked, blinking her beautiful eyes and staring at Albert's profile.
"Yes, there is a group of owl messengers, about two hundred owls."
Albert sealed the envelope, filled in the sender's name and address on the envelope, then put the envelope aside, picked up Nia's special iced black tea and took a big sip, "It tastes good."
"Uncle Charlie said this iced tea is selling well, so he asked me to ask if you have any other recipes."
"Didn't he ask anyone to try to develop new beverages?" Albert asked.
“It’s developed, but the reputation is just average.”
"Yeah." Albert didn't care and continued to open the letters, read the contents, and write back to the other party. Most of the letters actually had no substantive content. They were all congratulating him on winning the Third Class Order of Merlin.
Of course, being willing to write a letter to congratulate him is a recognition of his winning the award, which is much better than Fudge.
The Minister of Magic is still accused of abusing his power for personal gain. For this reason, Fudge has recently been soliciting people to donate to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries in an attempt to eliminate the negative impact.
"What's with these letters over here? Aren't you going to open them?" Nia asked, picking up a letter.
"I don't open letters from strangers, in case there are curses or something bad in the letter," Albert explained.
"Are you jealous of you winning the award?" Nia understood that this kind of thing was quite common.
Some jealous people are very vicious.
"Well, it's normal for some pure-bloods to be jealous of me winning the award because they like to suppress Muggle wizards." Albert finished the tea in his cup and continued, "That's why I asked you to leave Britain."
"How hated you must be." Nia muttered.
"I don't know whether you will be hated or not. But I just don't want you to get involved in this incident. For bad guys, anything out of the ordinary is not excessive." Albert reached out and ruffled Nia's hair and said, "I don't want to regret it, and I don't want to seek revenge afterwards. Even if I kill them all, I can't make up for the loss."
"Stop messing with my hair." Nia pouted and complained, "And you killed someone too."
"Of course, knowing magic, it's easy to kill someone." Albert said gently, "But it's a very cruel thing."
Yes, Albert really doesn't like killing people.
Because in this world, murder is the most unforgivable crime.
It's ridiculous if you think about it.
Of course, Albert prefers to turn people into idiots, or into another stranger, letting him spend the rest of his life in confusion.
This was the inspiration provided to him by the hapless Lockhart.
It's very interesting to think about a Death Eater who loses his wand, loses his previous memories, is tampered with and becomes a homeless vagrant, and is stranded in the Muggle world that he despises, and his family and friends can never find him. He can only dig for food in the garbage can like a stray dog, barely surviving.
"What about the gold medal you won last time?" Nia naturally had no idea of the ill intentions in Albert's heart. She put down the empty glass, picked up a cat and gently stroked its chin and back muscles, chatting with Albert casually.
"That's a reward for making valuable contributions to the wizarding world," Albert explained. "It's called the Order of Merlin, Third Class."
"That Merlin?" Nia asked. "King Arthur's Merlin."
"Yes, that Merlin." Albert nodded.
"The Ministry of Magic is so stingy." Nia also saw the medal and couldn't help but complain.
Honestly, the fact that you are given a medal shows that it is not easy to win such an award, but giving a gold-plated medal feels like you are just giving people away.
"It's all the same, actually. The gold medals in the Muggle Olympics are also gold-plated."
"That's different. The Olympic gold medal is silver with gold plating, and yours feels like copper with gold plating," Nia complained.
"Medals and such don't really matter," Albert said. "What really matters are the letters."
"The letters?"
"Yes, wizards actually like to rank according to seniority. The older they are, the more popular they are. This means recognition. Most of them are famous wizards in a certain field in the magic world." Albert comforted casually, "Although many people's connections are useless."
Of course, what made Albert most satisfied after receiving the Third Class Medal of the Order of Merlin was not these things, but the task rewards given by the panel for completing them.
You can obtain a certain skill.
The reward for this mission is more valuable than anything else.
To this day, Albert still hasn't decided which skill to choose.
Animagus is actually quite good. This spell is difficult to master, but learning it directly through the quest can skip a lot of trouble, and there is also a related quest in his panel.
But... this kind of reward for selecting skills is actually very rare. Apart from the last time when he received the Special Contribution Award for "Third Time", this was the only time he received the Merlin Medal.
So Albert was hesitant about whether to use the reward directly.
Of course, he also considered using this method to obtain more Order of Merlin, Third Class Medals, but this idea was quickly put to rest.
Perhaps, he could make a lot of contributions, but it would be impossible for him to win many Order of Merlin, Third Class medals, unless he controlled the source, awarded himself, and made the Order of Merlin commonplace.
It is possible, but difficult.
It turns out that we should cherish it.
After all, it was possible to choose the formula of the Philosopher's Stone. With his alchemy skills, there was a high probability that the Philosopher's Stone would be restored in the near future. At that time, he and Isobel would be able to achieve immortality like Nico and his wife.
Immortality is an irresistible temptation for many people, and it is now placed before Albert.
If he could prevent himself from aging and become immortal, Tom would probably be envious to the point of going crazy.
Relying on the panel, maybe it can be done.
What a crazy idea.
Albert temporarily suppressed these complicated thoughts. He was still young and there was no need to rush.
"So, what is your contribution?" Nia sometimes even had the illusion that Albert was omnipotent.
"I have restored a spell that can force a werewolf to return to human form," said Albert.
"Are there really such things as werewolves?" Nia felt incredible.
"It's true, and werewolves are very dangerous. During the full moon, werewolves will transform uncontrollably into werewolves, which is very dangerous. If you are bitten by a transformed werewolf, you will be infected and become a werewolf, and there is no way to reverse it." Albert said softly, "There are actually quite a few werewolves in the UK. Most of them are not even wizards, but ordinary people who have been bitten by werewolves."
"No wonder they gave you the award." Nia said with emotion, "If there are werewolves, there must be vampires too!"
"Yes, but I haven't seen it." Albert glanced at the remaining envelopes on the table and couldn't help but sigh. There were still quite a few envelopes received last time. It would take a lot of time to open and read them one by one. It felt like grading homework.
After the rest, Albert continued to open the letters and read the contents. He did not intend to reply to some of the letters.
In the letter, Sera Harishis told him that an international alchemy conference would be held in Egypt this year, and asked him if he wanted to go with her and expand his horizons.
The old man already knew about the relationship between Albert and Nico, and was looking forward to Albert winning the Gold Medal for Pioneering Contributions at the International Alchemy Conference like Dumbledore did.
Not only Selati, but many old friends have also asked about this in their letters.
"The International Alchemy Conference seems to be at the end of July and lasts for three days." Albert muttered, "This year there seems to be a Barnabus Finkley Award for Outstanding Spellcasting Technique. I feel like I can get a panel quest."
Having said that, Dumbledore won these two awards when he was young, which is really amazing.
Perhaps, this is the real genius!
"There's your package."
Nia jumped up from the sofa, ran to the window and let the owl holding the package outside into the house.
Albert looked at the tired owl, prepared some water and food for it, then picked up the package and found the sender's name: Valeria.
"Acquaintance?" Nia asked.
"I guess so." Albert opened the package and his eyes fell on the two rolled-up letters on the top, which seemed to have a few photos inside.
Albert picked up a rolled-up letter and began to read it. It was a letter from Valeria, saying that she had gone to America and opened a pharmacy with Catherine, and also provided beauty services to witches, which was very popular. The letter also mentioned that the Bafe Brain Stimulant was sold out, and Catherine hoped that he would brew another batch. Of course, the letter did not directly mention the Bafe Brain Stimulant.
Valeria's letter was very long. The first half talked about serious matters, and the second half was just idle chat. She also complained about the unfriendly environment over there and talked about Isobel. She was not shy about some things. The letter also mentioned that the potion in the package was to "restore his energy" and that it was very popular over there. She even included the recipe for the potion so that Albert could make it himself.
"You know a lot of pretty girls. Aren't you afraid that your girlfriend will be jealous?" Nia's voice came from the side. She held the photos in the package. Except for a few photos of the pharmacy, the rest were photos of the two girls. The one in Nia's hand was Valeria wearing a nightgown, looking very... bold.
"They know each other." Albert picked up another letter and opened it, adding, "They were the ones who researched the beauty potion together."
"What is your relationship with this woman?" Nia asked, picking up Valeria's photo.
"It's nothing. She's Isobel's pen pal. I met her at the Potions Championship last year." Albert asked in confusion, "Is there anything wrong?"
"She has designs on you," Nia said.
"Intentions? I know." Albert nodded to show that he knew that the girls at Hogwarts also had intentions towards him. He said casually, "They want me to help improve the perfect beauty potion."
"No, that's not what I meant." Nia curled her lips and said bluntly, "This woman is paying attention to you. She obviously wants to sleep with you. Maybe you are too attractive."
Albert was a little stunned. He picked up the photo and looked at it carefully. Although it was a little provocative,...
"You probably don't understand what such photos mean..." Nia said with a complicated expression, "Who would send such photos to strangers?"
"Don't look at me like that. I already have Isobel." Albert said helplessly. It seemed that his sister was a little precocious.
No, it should be said that education in this regard starts very early throughout Europe. I heard that in some countries, children as young as fifteen or sixteen would bring the opposite sex home to spend the night.
Well, fourteen seems to be... Well, he seemed to have heard similar things in his previous life, such as the rumor that there was not a single virgin in a certain high school, and it was also common to have one or two friends of the opposite sex here.
So, is it because I am too conservative
In comparison, the wizards are obviously more conservative.
"It's not like we haven't encountered a jerk who plays with multiple women before." Nia curled her lips and changed the subject, asking, "What are these potions used for?"
"Restore your strength." Albert opened Catherine's letter. This letter was obviously much shorter than Valeria's. It mentioned a few things: she opened a shop with Valeria, the Bafe brain-stimulating agent was very popular, she was going to attend the International Alchemy Conference in Egypt at the end of the month, and she would go back to the UK for the Quidditch World Cup next month. She hoped that Albert could help provide some convenience.
"They're coming to England next month to watch the World Cup, you should be able to run into them there."
"I suggest you stay away from them." Nia reminded, "Girls are very jealous."
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Albert asked suspiciously.
"What does this have to do with love?" Nia said with rich theoretical experience. "Isobel is so good to you, don't let her down."
"Do I look like that kind of person?" Albert was speechless.
"You would definitely feel uncomfortable if Isobel was surrounded by a group of handsome boys," Nia reminded, "and she is certainly no exception."
"I'll pay attention." Albert stopped quickly. Did he realize that Nia was planning to date him
After stuffing the letter and the photo back into the package, Albert began to write back to Sera. He did plan to attend the International Alchemy Conference, and he could bring Isobel with him.
There is also the Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellent Spellcasting Skill. He plans to ask Bud when this event will start. If possible, he doesn't want to miss it. These competitions are likely to trigger panel tasks.