บท 190: Chapter 190 "The Book of Abraham, the Jew"
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At the end of September, the rainy season continued, and the weather became colder, with longer nights.
In such weather, Albert enjoyed staying by the warm and bright fireplace, sipping hot drinks, and reading his favorite books.
Albert was undoubtedly lucky to have access to Gryffindor's common room, which could satisfy his preferences.
At this moment, Albert was sitting in a soft armchair, flipping through a book that Professor Smith had lent him. The book was titled "The Book of Abraham, the Jew."
This book was well-known; it was said that Nicolas Flamel had used the instructions in this book to create the legendary Philosopher's Stone.
When Professor Smith lent him this book, Albert was genuinely surprised. He had never expected a book like this to be so widely circulated; it was hard to imagine.
But what surprised Albert even more was that he found the Philosopher's Stone's recipe in "The Book of Abraham, the Jew," though no one else had successfully created the Philosopher's Stone except for Nicolas Flamel.
Yes!
If the Philosopher's Stone could really be created, how could such information be passed down to so many people?
Alchemy secrets were usually closely guarded.
People no longer believed in the so-called Philosopher's Stone recipe in "The Book of Abraham, the Jew."
Professor Smith recommending this book to him was probably like when he joined the Quidditch team, and Charlie recommended him to read "Quidditch Through the Ages." It was likely just a way to pass the time and also learn about alchemy in the process.
The original "Book of Abraham, the Jew" was only 21 pages long, containing various images, such as capital letters, coins, Jews, princes, priests, astrologers, philosophers, or some strange and incomprehensible illustrations. However, this book was more than just those images; it also had related translations and annotations, but it still required a good understanding of alchemical terminology to comprehend.
For example, the page Albert was reading now said:
"To devote full attention to the Sun, Moon, and Mercury with the diligence of a philosopher… Sulphur, a fiery light, resides in metals."
Without knowing that in alchemy, the Sun referred to gold, the Moon referred to silver, and Mercury referred to mercury, it would be challenging to understand the meaning of this sentence.
There was also a description related to alchemy, "... Sulphur possesses a miraculous power that can transform the moist and cold Moon into the pure golden color of the Sun, but this process requires a spiritual medium…"
Albert gently closed the book and placed it on his lap, not bothering to continue reading it.
In fact, he had already read it several times and had even translated the Philosopher's Stone's supposed recipe according to his understanding and knowledge.
Unfortunately, no skills or quests related to the Philosopher's Stone appeared on the panel.
As expected, he had a little hope that maybe he could stumble upon a treasure through the panel. However, it was apparent that he was just wishful thinking.
"Are you planning to fool others with this again?" Lee Jordan waggled the parchment between his fingers. He remembered a few days ago when Albert was translating this old book in the library, claiming it contained the alchemical recipe for creating the Philosopher's Stone.
And they believed him, especially after learning what the Philosopher's Stone was. They were thrilled for a while.
However, after they calmed down, they realized that they had been fooled again by Albert.
Although Albert innocently stated that the alchemical recipe for the Philosopher's Stone was genuinely in "The Book of Abraham, the Jew," they doubted it.
Was it really true?
Albert's book was quite old, but it seemed to be printed, and someone printed it. Could the Philosopher's Stone's alchemical recipe in "The Book of Abraham, the Jew" be real?
If it was real, how could there have been only one Nicolas Flamel in several centuries?
"That is indeed the alchemical recipe for the Philosopher's Stone in 'The Book of Abraham, the Jew,'" Albert said with a face that showed he wasn't lying.
"Yeah, yeah, we know that this is the precious alchemical recipe for the Philosopher's Stone," Lee Jordan said impatiently.
"Why don't we turn it into a treasure?" George's face lit up with joy.
Since the last secret treasure, they had been trying to leave various secret treasures at Hogwarts.
"That's a good idea," Fred lifted the curtain nearby and looked out at the rain, "Write another copy in French, and then attach an English translation."
"When should we start?" Lee Jordan asked, "Now?"
"Another day." George walked over and looked at the rain outside, muttering, "Why won't the rain stop?"
"It won't be long," Albert finished his milk tea and said to Lee Jordan, "I have something to do later."
"I hate rainy days."
They were going to practice soon, training in the cold wind and heavy rain was nothing unusual for Quidditch players, but no one liked training in such weather. They would be soaked, and it was easy to catch a cold. On the way to the Quidditch pitch, they would be covered in mud.
"Aren't you coming with us?" George turned and asked.
"Unfortunately, I have an appointment with Mr. Smith later," Albert politely declined, not wanting to go out for training in such lousy weather.
"Alright then!"
The two brothers sighed and walked towards the exit of the common room. "Train well, and in the next match, we'll be there to cheer you on," Albert smiled and said to the two.
In truth, he knew that there were many new players joining this year, and Charlie's training was quite strict, putting a lot of pressure on Fred and George.
Quidditch training was indeed tough!
A few minutes later, Albert knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Inside, there was already a guest, the young Mr. Smith.
Upon seeing Albert, the young Mr. Smith furrowed his brow slightly, clearly not expecting a visitor, and excused himself, leaving.
"My nephew, quite talented, but a bit proud," Professor Smith, who was preparing milk tea for Albert, suddenly said after the child left.
Unlike Dumbledore, Rowena Smith enjoyed making her own milk tea.
Albert didn't know what to say about other people's family matters, so it was best to remain silent.
"Thank you, I've finished reading this book; it's quite remarkable," Albert said after a brief silence, returning "The Book of Abraham, the Jew" to Professor Smith.
"It is indeed remarkable." Professor Smith took the book and placed it casually on the desk before handing the prepared milk tea to Albert.
"Thank you."
The two chatted for a while, and then Professor Smith picked up another book, starting to explain the basics of alchemy to Albert.
Yes, basics.
However, Albert was not lacking in the basics; what he lacked was alchemical recipes. Yet, these were usually closely guarded secrets.
Soon, Professor Smith also noticed the problem that Albert already had a good understanding of alchemy, but he didn't know how to use it effectively.
It was like having a cup of water; it would remain just a cup of water until you poured tea leaves, cocoa powder, or other ingredients into it to turn it into tea, hot cocoa, or any other beverage.
This became a bit awkward.
Professor Smith had done research on alchemy as well, but he couldn't be considered a master in this field.
Although he could teach Albert some of the things he knew, the relationship between the two wasn't at that level yet.
"I think I understand your situation," Professor Smith abruptly ended the teaching session and observed Albert before saying, "You've limited yourself."
"Limiting myself?" Albert was a bit confused, not quite understanding what that meant.
"I should say your knowledge is limited," Professor Smith took a sip of milk tea and explained, "Alchemy covers a wide range of subjects, but your current knowledge is not extensive enough. This directly restricts the scope of your thinking, and naturally, you might feel confused and unable to create anything through alchemy."
"Can't you teach me?" Albert asked.
"Learning the basics won't be of much help now," Professor Smith shook his head, "I remember you know Professor Brode, right?"
"Oh, you mean Professor Brode. Yes, we know each other, and we've been corresponding recently," Albert nodded.
"Alchemy encompasses a lot of things," Professor Smith said, "I believe what you lack the most now is knowledge. That is the most significant problem at the moment. I think waiting for another two or three years won't have this problem anymore."
"Wait for another two or three years?" Albert was a bit puzzled; time waits for no one.
"I can write a letter to Professor Brode and see if we can recommend you to one of my seniors," Professor Smith said.
"A senior?" Albert suddenly thought of someone.
Gabar Smith?
The old man he met at the cabin by the lake last time.
"That's right, and there's also Mr. Sera Harix," Professor Smith clapped his hands and continued, "He's also very skilled in alchemy."
"This..." Albert was a bit bewildered.
"I'll help you write an introduction letter," Professor Smith smiled and said, "Prepare a letter yourself, describing the problems you've encountered in alchemy."
Albert nodded; he understood Professor Smith's meaning.
"I think we'll have news very soon," Professor Smith said.
"Thank you, Professor Smith," Albert expressed his gratitude.
"You're welcome," Professor Smith said. As he watched Albert walk away, a puzzled and confused expression replaced his smile.
Introducing Albert to Sera Harix and Gabar Smith wasn't Rowena Smith's idea, but rather an invitation extended by Gabar Smith, inviting this young wizard to join them.
A genius and very talented in alchemy.
That was enough.
Though Rowena Smith was somewhat perplexed, she had had similar experiences before.
However, she couldn't help but feel that something was odd. "Is it really just because of his talent that he's valued? Is he like MacDougall? But from what I know, Albert is a Muggle-born wizard."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 191: Hagrid's New Pet
At the end of the month, the rain that had been falling for several days finally stopped, and the sky began to clear. The bright sunshine dispelled the gloomy mood of everyone. The students who had been staying in the castle all this time came out to enjoy the activities, and the energetic Weasley brothers were already playing with Lee Jordan.
Near the hunting cabin, Hagrid was drying some moldy animal skins. When he heard footsteps approaching, he turned around and greeted the visitor, "Why do you look so tired?"
"Probably because I've been staying in the castle for too long, and recently, there's been a bit of academic pressure," Albert bent down, rubbed the head of his dog, Fang, and took out the prepared dog food to feed him.
"Look at you! You, under academic pressure?" Hagrid's hands stopped for a moment, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
Hagrid had some understanding of Albert's situation. The famous genius at Hogwarts actually claimed to have academic pressure—it was truly unheard of.
"Yeah," Albert didn't say much, took out the Boomerang he made, and waved it in front of Fang before throwing it with force.
He came here this time to play with Fang. Playing with his pet was an effective way to relax his mind.
"This isn't like you. By the way, I just baked some biscuits. Want some?" Hagrid took out some other things he had prepared.
"I'd better not. My teeth aren't as strong as yours," Albert declined dryly.
"That's a shame," Hagrid sat on a wooden chair and placed the plate of biscuits nearby. He reached for one, took a bite, and the crisp sound of the biscuit could be heard from a distance.
"You're too demanding of yourself," he said with a mouthful of biscuit.
"Maybe," Albert took a Chocolate Fudge out of his robe pocket and slowly chewed on it.
Not long ago, Professor Brode's advice in his letter was to be focused. He believed that Albert should focus on doing one thing, such as studying Ancient Runes or improving the Protean Charm.
Albert understood Professor Brode's intention. The former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was actually suggesting that he slow down his progress. Sometimes, slowing down a bit would naturally overcome some obstacles.
In fact, Albert knew why he faced situations similar to Hermione's.
However, unlike Hermione, Albert had a safety net—the enhancement from the game system. Thus, his potential was quite high. But as he learned more and more, combined with his involvement in alchemy, his energy was not enough. That's why he felt academic pressure.
In essence, he was creating trouble for himself.
That was the consequence of being too greedy.
"By the way, did you curse that thing?" Hagrid asked, looking at the Boomerang flying back automatically.
"Yes, it's a kind of tracking charm," Albert did not deny it. There were many types of tracking spells and various ways to use them. The effect of the Boomerang he made was to make it return to its owner.
Of course, the spell's effect was not strong; the Boomerang itself would automatically return when thrown, but the spell allowed it to return directly to Albert's hand.
"It's a brilliant charm!" Hagrid couldn't help but exclaim. He himself didn't have much talent in magic.
Albert's expression was a bit strange. He had learned this charm when Fred and George went missing in the Forbidden Forest. However, the charm's disadvantage was that it had a short range. If it was too far away, it would fail.
While they were talking, Fang came back again, chasing after the Boomerang that had flown far away. Fang didn't understand why it came back on its own.
Albert reached out and touched Fang's head, then fed him something before throwing the Boomerang again. This time, Fang dashed after it, chasing it even farther.
"Hagrid, do you have a fishing rod?" Albert suddenly asked.
"What do you need a fishing rod for?" Hagrid looked at Albert in puzzlement. "Are you planning to go fishing?"
"Uh, just to relax," Albert replied.
"Relax? Then why don't you ride a broomstick and fly around in the sky?" Hagrid asked, still puzzled. "By the way, I heard Charlie say that you didn't join the Quidditch team."
"I have many things to do. Since I can't train with everyone else, I'd rather not join the team," Albert honestly said, "Besides, I want to go fishing mainly because I feel like eating grilled fish."
"So, you're planning to go fishing and grill the fish yourself?" Hagrid couldn't help but widen his eyes, unable to understand Albert's thinking.
"My cooking skills are actually pretty good."
"I have some fresh beef here, do you want it?" Hagrid asked.
"Your lunch?" Albert looked a bit surprised as he glanced at Hagrid, but he declined, "If I eat it, what will you have?"
"You're just a little guy, how much can you eat? Besides, I have plenty more." Hagrid said nonchalantly. He then took Albert to see the beef, which indeed had a substantial amount, though it didn't look very appealing as it hadn't been properly prepared.
"Can you eat that much by yourself?" Albert raised an eyebrow while looking at the beef in the iron bucket.
"No, I'll eat some and then take the rest to the Forbidden Forest to feed..." Hagrid suddenly stopped.
"To feed what?" Albert asked curiously.
"Dogs." Hagrid seemed determined to strengthen his argument.
"Dogs? But don't you already have one?" Albert's words had just fallen when they heard a loud bang on the wooden door, as if something had collided with it.
When Albert pushed the door open, he found Fang lying on the ground, biting the Boomerang. It seemed that he had finally caught the elusive little thing.
Because he temporarily closed the wooden door, Albert had forgotten about the Boomerang, which had hit the door and was subsequently caught by Fang.
"It really is Fang." Albert fed Fang some dog food, tilted his head, and asked Hagrid, "You already have one, right? Although he's a bit timid, Fang is still pretty good, isn't he? And what about the dogs you mentioned?"
"I keep it in the Forbidden Forest," Hagrid said awkwardly.
"Why do you keep it in the Forbidden Forest?" Albert reflexively asked, but soon realized that there was something wrong with this situation. He repeated, "A dog kept in the Forbidden Forest? Isn't that dangerous?"
"No, not at all. Rubeus is not dangerous at all." Hagrid refuted anxiously.
"Rubeus?" Albert repeated, feeling that the name sounded familiar. It seemed like he had heard it somewhere.
"Hagrid, I've reminded you more than once. What you consider not dangerous may not be the same for others," Albert reminded Hagrid again.
"Don't worry, I'll keep him in the Forbidden Forest and won't let him appear in front of Hogwarts students," Hagrid reassured him. He knew Albert had good intentions and had taken his advice to heart, so he carefully considered and decided to keep Rubeus in the Forbidden Forest.
"Alright!" Albert raised an eyebrow, "You don't mind taking me to see your new pet, do you?"
"Well..." Hagrid hesitated.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Albert reassured him, "You know, I never blabber."
"Okay!" Hagrid finally nodded in agreement.
"Oh, by the way, do you still want to grill the beef?"
"Why not? It's a good time to marinate it for a while," Albert took out his wand from his pocket, flipped the beef in the iron bucket, and selected the parts suitable for grilling.
While doing so, he turned his head and said, "By the way, Hagrid, do you want some?"
"Yes."
Hagrid watched Albert use the cutting charm to cut two pieces of beef from the top, then cut each piece in half, and put them in a large bowl. He poured in some beer and added some seasoning, massaging it briefly, and then covered the bowl to marinate the beef.
"Is that it?"
"Muggle-style." Albert answered without hesitation, "I've always thought that Muggles are better at cooking than wizards. Don't be so quick to deny it, Muggles are better at enjoying life, even though the British's cooking skills have always been... average."
Albert went outside to fetch water and wash his hands while Hagrid divided the beef into four portions. One portion was for his lunch, and the other three were obviously for his new pet.
"Three portions." Albert raised an eyebrow, finally remembering what Hagrid's new pet was.
A few minutes later, Albert followed behind Hagrid, who was carrying the iron bucket, and headed towards the Forbidden Forest. Fang, who had been eating the beef, swallowed the last piece and quickly followed behind them.
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