The snow had stopped overnight, and the field of vision was covered in snow, which shimmered in the sun. The house-elf Noll is using magic to clear a walkway in the snow.

In the villa, Albert dressed himself in a regular wizard's robe, sat in an armchair in the library and casually flipped through a book, waiting for the arrival of other wizards. To say that he is not curious about alchemy gatherings is definitely false.

Albert's patience was not tested for long, and a very old wizard, supported by a domestic elf, slowly walked to the hall of the villa.

“...... Those guys don't have a sense of time now. Albert vaguely heard the old wizard's nagging and whining.

"No, old man, I dare say it must be your pocket watch a few minutes ahead of the others. Another relatively young old wizard glanced at his pocket watch and greeted him with a smile, "The appointed time has just arrived." ”

It didn't take long for everyone to appear outside the villa one after another as if they had made an appointment in advance, and entered the villa hall under the guidance of the house-elves.

Albert closed his book, gathered his clothes, and walked towards the lobby of the villa.

As soon as he walked outside the hall of the villa, the loud conversation inside had already reached Albert's ears.

"There are a lot fewer familiar faces than last time. ”

"Why didn't Nicol come, I remember him as if he was living in seclusion in Devon. ”

"Nicol, I remember the last time Dumbledore invited him to the party. ”

"Don't think about it, Nicol hasn't been to the party in years, and he probably doesn't want to either. ”

"Why didn't Dumbledore come this year?"

"Who knows?"

"I wrote to Dumbledore and he said he was not coming this year because he was going to be there. ”

The wizards spoke one after the other, and did not deliberately lower their voices, and the hall was filled with commotion, and Albert did not enter immediately, but leaned against the wall to listen to the people inside.

"And what about Gerber Smith, why hasn't he been here this year?" asked a loud voice.

"I guess it's still on the way. ”

"If we continue like this, I am afraid that there will not be even five people in the next meeting. Another voice whispered to the low-level wizard.

"It's not as exaggerated as you say. ”

"It's been a long time since we've had new blood on board. ”

"It is also difficult for today's wizards to learn formal alchemy. ”

"Why don't you have Dumbledore start alchemy at Hogwarts school?"

"You're going to teach?"

"Nobody is going back to teach, most of them are semi-retired here, didn't Bard say, "Invite a new person to this party?"

A middle-aged male witch hurriedly changed the topic, he had encountered this kind of thing at the last party, if he didn't say something, he would have to listen to these old people nagging for a long time.

"No, Bud said it would give us an unexpected surprise. Another thin old man with monocles and gloves said. He was a metalsmith named Yelon Balde.

"Last time, the one from the Gerber Smith family was barely strong. However, I heard that I won't be here this year, and you won't call me at the next party, because everyone won't come, and it won't be interesting. Another bald, short old man in his seventies, couldn't help but complain. He is known as Gobarrot, a master of potions who specializes in concocting antidotes or using alchemy to extract potions. Anyone who is good at potions must know Gobarrot, or Gobarrot's Third Law.

"Well, old man, let's just think we'll meet at a party, and maybe who's going to leave that day. "The other old wizard was optimistic.

"Come on, Tofodi. You're much older than we are. Someone couldn't help but grunt.

"Next time, don't invite me, it's enough to toss people on this trip, and the bones in my body are about to fall apart. Another old wizard complained.

"You're not as old as I am. And you're not Nicol, and you have osteoporosis at this age?"

Tofodi shook his head and said, "Remember to drink some milk every day." ”

"By the way, didn't you say you wouldn't come to the party for a long time?"

"Bard told me that there will be new people this year, who are said to be still geniuses, and I will definitely come and have a look. "Professor Tofodi wasn't very good at alchemy, but he was interested in what Bard Blod called genius. Moreover, their so-called lack of good at it is just that they are not good at it compared to these people in Zaiza.

In a moment, house-elves appeared in the hall with drinks, serving everyone their favorite drinks.

"Thors, if you don't like it, add some sugar cubes to the milk. Professor Tofodi suggested with a smile.

"Only Dumbledore would do that, I can't eat anything too sweet at my age. The old wizard named Thor couldn't help but complain.

"Dumbledore never thought he was old. ”

A few old men were so unceremonious to ridicule Dumbledore, who was not going to come to the party. Most of them had known each other for years and didn't care much about these things.

Probably because they are a little older, their ears are a little difficult to hear, and they speak loudly.

The famous Nicol Lemay was ridiculed by them as having osteoporosis, and Dumbledore often ate sweets but was not afraid of diabetes.

Albert's face twitched 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 Broder asked with a smile.

"It's fun to listen to them chat. Albert casually explained that when he went in, he would probably become a topic of conversation, and he would not hear those interesting things.

There were only nine people in total, most of them were very old wizards, and only a few relatively young middle-aged wizards, and after Albert followed him into the hall, he unsurprisingly became the focus of everyone, and the wizards in the hall all looked sideways.

"Albert, you're sitting over there!" Professor Broad gestured to the spot next to him.

"Bard, is this the Mr. Anderson you said?" Everyone looked at Albert curiously, and it was also thanks to the fact that he had practiced, but he sat down next to Professor Broad very calmly, and nodded to a few old people who looked at him, as if he had said hello.

Then, he said to the two old men who were speaking French: "I admit that I am indeed relatively young, but knowledge does not distinguish between ages, does it?"

The two old men looked at each other, not embarrassed to be heard whispering, but surprised that Albert was fluent in French.

"French?"

"British. ”

This time, Albert was in English.

"A genius indeed. The old man said to Professor Broad, "At least, it is true in terms of language." ”