The snow had stopped all night, and the view was covered by white snow, the snow gleaming in the sun. Noel, the house elf, is using magic to clear a path for people to walk on in the snow.
In the villa, Albert changed himself into a formal wizard robe, sat in the armchair in the library, and flipped through the book casually, waiting for the arrival of other wizards. To say that I am not curious about alchemy gatherings is definitely false.
Albert's patience didn't stand the test for too long. With the help of a house-elf, an old wizard slowly walked towards the villa hall.
"...Those guys don't have a sense of ti anymore." Albert vaguely heard the old wizard's nagging and complaining.
"No, old man, I'm sure that your pocket watch is a few minutes earlier than the others." Another younger old wizard glanced at his pocket watch and greeted him with a smile, "The appointed ti just arrived. ."
Before long, everyone seed to have made an appointnt in advance, and appeared one after another outside the villa, and entered the villa hall under the guidance of the house elves.
Albert closed his book, cleaned up his clothes, and walked towards the villa hall.
As soon as he walked outside the lobby of the villa, the loud conversation inside had already passed into Albert's ears.
"There are fewer familiar faces than last ti."
"Why didn't Nicol co? I rember he seed to live in seclusion in Devonshire."
"You said Nicol, I rember the last ti Dumbledore invited him to the party."
"Don't think about it, Nicol hasn't co to the party for many years, and he probably doesn't want to co."
"Why didn't Dumbledore co this year?"
"Who knows?"
"I wrote a letter to Dumbledore, and he said that there is sothing going on this year and he won't co to attend."
The wizards said one sentence after another, and did not specifically lower their voices. The hall was full of noise. Albert did not enter imdiately, but leaned against the wall to listen to the people inside.
"What about Gerber Smith, why didn't he co this year?" soone asked in a loud voice.
"I guess it's still on the way."
"If this continues, I'm afraid that even the five people will not get together at the next gathering." Another wizard with a low voice couldn't help but complain.
"Not as exaggerated as you said."
"We haven't added new blood for a long ti."
"Nowadays wizards can hardly learn formal alchemy."
"Or, let Dumbledore start alchemy at Hogwarts?"
"Are you going to teach?"
"No one goes back to teach. Most of them here are in semi-retirent. Didn't Bud say that this party invites a new person? Have you ever t?"
A middle-aged wizard quickly changed the subject. He encountered this kind of thing at the last party. If he didn't say sothing, he would have to listen to these old n chatting for a long ti.
"I haven't seen it, Bud said it would give us an unexpected surprise." said another thin old man with monocles and gloves. He is a talworker nad Jerron Bald.
"Last ti, the one from the Gerber Smith family barely managed. However, I heard that this year I won't be here, and at the next eting, you don't call anymore. Everyone is not here. It doesn't feel interesting anymore." A bald, short-headed old man who had been in his seventies couldn't help complaining. He is the famous Gobalot, a potion master, who is good at preparing antidote, or using alchemy to extract the raw materials of potions. People who are good at potions must know Gabarot, or Gabarot's third law.
"Well, old buddy, it's just that we et at the party, maybe who will leave that day." The other old wizard was very optimistic.
"Co on, TOFDI. You are much older than us." Soone couldn't help muttering.
"Next ti, you guys don't invite either. This trip will be a tossing enough person, and all the bones are about to fall apart." Another old wizard complained.
"You are not as old as I am. Moreover, you are not Nico, and you have osteoporosis at this age?"
Tofty shook his head and said, "Rember to drink so milk every day."
"By the way, it's been a long ti since you could not co to the party?"
"Bad told that there will be a newcor this year. It is said that he is still a genius. I must co and have a look." Professor Tofodi is not very good at alchemy, but he is interested in the genius in the mouth of Bud Brod. Moreover, what they call not good at is just not good at it compared to those who sit back.
For a mont, the house elf appeared in the hall with a drink, and gave everyone their favorite drink.
"Torse, if you don't like it, you can add so sugar cubes to the milk." Professor Tofty suggested with a smile.
"Only Dumbledore would do this. I cannot eat too sweet food at my age." The old wizard nad Thors couldn't help complaining.
"Dumbledore never thought he was old."
Several old people were polite to tease Dumbledore who was not going to co to the party. Most of them have known each other for many years and don't care much about these things.
Probably because they are a little older my ears are a bit hard to hear, and I speak loudly.
The famous Nico Le was actually ridiculed by them as suffering from osteoporosis? And Dumbledore often eats sweets but is not afraid of diabetes.
Albert's face trembled slightly, and he could hear everything outside the hall, and he really didn't know what to say.
"Why don't you go in?" Professor Broad asked with a smile.
"It's very interesting to listen to them chatting." Albert explained casually. Once inside, he might beco a topical character and would not hear those interesting things.
A total of only nine people ca, most of them were very old wizards, only a few relatively young middle-aged wizards, Albert followed into the hall, unexpectedly beca the focus of everyone, the wizards in the hall were all side by side He looked over.
"Albert, you are sitting over there!" Professor Broad pointed to the place next to him.
"Budd, this is the Mr. Anderson you are talking about?" Everyone looked at Albert curiously. Fortunately, he had practiced, but he sat calmly next to Professor Broad and turned towards him. The old people who were looking at themselves nodded as they said hello.
Then, he said to the two old n who were speaking French: "I admit that I am indeed younger, but knowledge does not differ by age, right?"
The two old n looked at each other, not embarrassed because they were being heard whispering, but rather surprised that Albert could speak French fluently.
"French?"
"British."
This ti, Albert is using English.
"Really a genius," the old man said to Professor Broad, "at least, in terms of language."
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