Early in the morning, Albert woke up from his sleep, and the whole person was still in an inexplicable trance.

Last night, he had pored over Breel's Golden Book.

To be honest, such a book made of gold really gave Albert a big shock, and it was incredible that something that could only appear in a fairy tale world would appear in front of him one day.

Albert leaned up and looked out the window, the blue sky and white clouds, the vision was clear, the sound of birdsong was faintly heard outside the window, and the breeze blew into the room through the window.

"It's quiet!"

Albert sighed softly, and he went to the window, looking into the distance, recalling the conversation he had had with Mr. Broad the previous night.

It seems that this manor will be its own in the future.

"You're really rich!" he muttered to himself.

Albert wondered how the manor had come to be, to encroach on some hapless Muggle's wealth?

Wizards do have such abilities, and they seem to be a very simple thing.

After all, even the Ministry of Magic has a similar past.

Uplink and down.

Many ancient wizards must have done something similar.

It's not that Albert likes to think in dark places, but according to records, when the Ministry of Magic built the Hogwarts Express, it only had the word "requisition".

Wizards can't build a train like that, there's no doubt about it.

"Forget it, it's none of my business. Albert covered a yawn, stretched lazily, changed his clothes again, washed up, and prepared to go to the dining room for breakfast.

The manor is large, with long corridors and empty rooms that are not very popular.

Albert didn't find anyone in the dining room, nor did he see the breakfast prepared by the house-elves, so he thought about it and prepared to go to the kitchen, but when he went to the kitchen, his eyes fell on the sunroom not far away, and he smiled and walked over there, where Isobel was eating breakfast.

"Good morning!" Albert greeted the girl with a smile.

"Good morning. Isobel put down his fork and looked up and asked, "Did you see Mr. Broad last night?"

"I've seen it. Anyway, why did you refuse?" Albert sat down across from Isobel, and looked at the girl in front of him with a smile, and was about to say something more, when his eyes fell on the house-elf who had quietly appeared beside them, and he stopped what he was about to say.

"Sir, what are you going to have for breakfast?" asked the house-elf in a sharp voice.

"It would be nice to give me a breakfast similar to hers. Albert thought for a moment and said, "Well, it's better to have a glass of milk." ”

"Okay, wait a minute!" the house-elf quickly vanished.

"Mom always wanted an elf to help us cook, she wasn't very good at cooking. Isobel said, looking at Albert.

"Then why do you refuse?" said Albert as he looked at Isobel with a smirk, poured himself a cup of black tea, and muttered to himself.

"It's really handy to have a house-elf to help with the housework, and I'm thinking that when I graduate, I'll kidnap a house-elf from Hogwarts. ”

"They have a contract. ”

"I know, but I can talk to Headmaster Dumbledore, and I think he'll probably agree, Hogwarts has no shortage of house-elves anyway. "Albert is confident that he will blame a house-elf from Hogwarts.

"Now, you don't have to think about these issues anymore. Isobel said after eating the omelette.

"Do you regret giving up?"

"Nope. Isobel took a sip of black tea and said, "You are more suitable, not to mention ......"

Isobel didn't say anything more, but Albert felt he understood her.

"Alas, I did get caught in the eye last night!" Albert lamented, "It feels incredible to think about it now." However, you were right last time, and it's really hard for me to say no to those things. ”

In fact, that knowledge is not useful to most people, and even if you want to master that part of it, it takes a lot of time and energy. Isobel said lightly.

This is one of the reasons why Isobel gave up, she thought that her talent was not bad, but after seeing the things in the Golden Book, she already understood the difficulty of those contents.

The reason why the double-sided mirror was finally lost was related to secrecy, but more importantly because of the difficulty of its manufacture.

That requires a high level of alchemy, just like boiling a magic elixir, which tests the level of the maker.

Moreover, it is not only necessary to master alchemy, but also to master superb transfiguration, and the accumulation of knowledge and technology is not enough, even if the technology is mastered, the product will only be inferior.

Mass production, no such good thing.

Isobel also noticed Albert's anomaly, this guy was absorbing knowledge at a very strange rate, so she simply gave up that surname.

In fact, Isobel also thinks that it is more likely that they will eventually let Albert succeed. After all, under the same conditions, everyone wants to choose a better one.

The house-elves quickly delivered breakfast with milk, sausages, omelettes and bread.

After saying thank you and taking a big sip of milk, Albert casually chatted with Isobel about trivial matters.

There are some things that should be actively fought for.

The chatter ceased only after Katrina's arrival.

"What are you talking about?" asked Katrina curiously.

"I'm talking about how to improve beauty potions. Albert briefly talked about skiing in France.

"Is that Miss Louise pretty?" said Katrina's focus seemed to be a little ...... It's not quite the same.

"Very beautiful, it is said that she has a quarter of Meiwa's blood, and she has inherited the beautiful side of Meiwa very well. Albert laughed at the little troubles that Miss Louise had caused the men.

Katrina ate the contents of her plate with a blank face, but Isobel didn't care much about these things, and continued to talk to Albert about the beauty potion. She was also good at potions, and if she could improve them, the girl would be happy to do so.

After all, it is the nature of girls to love beauty.

After breakfast, the house-elves had taken care of the sunroom, and the three of them continued to read books and chatte until Mogg appeared at the door of the sunroom.

"Long time no see, Mr. Mogg. Albert greeted him with a smile.

"It's been a long time, I heard you talking about Mr. Delacour. ”

Oh, yes!

Albert spoke of the Mr. Delacour he had met in France.

"I have met Mr. Adrien Delacour, a wizard of good humor," said Mogg, taking a letter from his pocket and handing it to Albert, "I have a little more to do, so I won't bother you." ”

Albert took the letter suspiciously, looked at Mog's departing back, raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the letter over, and glanced at the sender, it was Serra Harrichs' letter.

"What's wrong?" asked Katrina curiously.

"Nothing. ”

"You don't look like you don't look like anything. ”

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