"It's finally back!"

On a hot summer day, Albert appeared on Tibby Avenue with his suitcase in tow, looked up at the resident of No. 19, and suddenly had a feeling that it was good to be home.

After returning to England with the portkey, he retrieved his wand and other magical items from Mr. Bard Blod, declined the invitation to dinner, and hurried home.

It's just that Albert never thought that he would go home and eat behind closed doors.

The rest of the family didn't know where to go, and Albert, who didn't have a key, was stunned for a moment in the face of the iron door that blocked him from the façade.

Then, he pulled out the lock-picking tool from the deformed lizard's leather pouch and picked the lock on his door.

Prying your own door is definitely a very novel experience.

Albert threw his suitcase in the hallway, went straight into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of soda from the fridge, and poured a large sip into his mouth.

When I returned to the living room to blow the air conditioner, I found a suppressed note under the remote control:

Albert, we're going to go to your Grandpa Luke's for a few days, and Tom and Sheila have taken them with us. If you have come back from abroad and we have not yet returned home, remember to eat on time and call us if you have anything. - Daisy.

"Really!"

Albert turned on the air conditioner, lay on the couch and blew the air, ready to sleep for a while, as if something was wrong there.

The door is locked, what's the use of leaving a note?

So......

Albert walked to the yard, turned over a stone, and took out a key from the bottom of the stone that had been processed.

"Forget it, the weather must have made me feel dizzy. Albert reached out and patted his head, he felt he needed to lie down and rest for a while.

It's really not comfortable to use a door key.

When Albert woke up from the couch, it was already dark, he rummaged through the refrigerator, and finally had to ride his bike to the nearby supermarket to buy spaghetti.

Well, it's actually the so-called square surface.

It's not popular in the UK, and you have to stay in the corner and eat dust in the supermarket.

As for why you don't eat instant noodles, I can only say that British instant noodles are really unbearable to look at.

Albert made himself an egg sausage pasta and baked some bread crisps for an after-dinner snack.

After dinner, call Herb directly, they won't be back tomorrow.

Nia was on the other end of the phone and asked Albert if she had brought her any souvenirs.

American wizarding snacks, well, are actually not much different from Muggle snacks.

Although reluctant to admit it, the life of American wizards is closer to that of a Muggle.

Of course, American wizards also sell some specialties, but the Magical Congress of the United States strictly regulates this, so their Wizarding Street is not as lively as Diagon Alley in England.

In order to bring gifts to his family and girlfriend, he also specially asked Catherine to take him to Wizard Street in the United States, which is also called the American Wizard Secret Exchange.

The Secret Exchange of American Wizards is located in an underground entrance deep into a narrow alley in New York, which has been widened by magic, and it is said that there are several hidden entrances, all of which have been cast with a spell to expel the No-Maj.

Before entering, you need to get confirmation of the graffiti portrait at the entrance before you are allowed to enter Wizard Street.

I have to say that American wizards are more vigilant against Maj than in prisons against prisoners escaping.

After a brief tidying up, Albert sat down on the couch and tried to get in touch with Isobel, who he hadn't spoken to in days.

Unfortunately, Isobel did not respond to him immediately.

After waiting for a long time, Albert could only put away the two-way mirror, took out Catherine's mirror, and tried to get in touch with the other party.

Well, he's just bored and wants someone to talk to.

It didn't take long for Catherine's delicate face to appear in the mirror.

"Good evening!"

Albert was a little surprised, he just tried it, but he didn't expect to actually get in touch.

"At night?"

On the other side of the mirror, Catherine looked out the window, her tone puzzled.

"Oh, I almost forgot, the UK is five hours ahead of the US!" Albert casually picked up a topic to gossip about, such as the possibility of making American peppermint into a salve for skin rashes.

Catherine on the other end of the two-way mirror was stunned, probably not thinking that Albert would talk to herself about such a topic.

She was actually quite good at potions, and soon she was able to mix potions in Albert's explanation and get an ointment to treat skin rashes.

"That's it?"

Catherine looked at the finished product in front of her, and her spirit was still a little trance.

Although she didn't know how effective it was, the faint fragrance still made her feel that this ointment should be effective.

Suddenly, Catherine wanted to hook up with Albert and ask him to help her research a beauty potion that would preserve her face.

Catherine is also a girl who loves beauty, she knows very well that she is now the most youthful and beautiful, but beauty is destined to not last long, perhaps, relying on Albert's talent, maybe she can do it.

If it succeeds, I believe that many girls will go crazy because of it.

Of course, Albert did not know what the American girl was thinking, and after hastily ending the exchange, he took out Isobel's two-way mirror.

"You're back from the United States, how's it going over there?"

The girl who had just come out of the bathroom and wiped her hair with a towel sat down at the desk and looked at her boyfriend with a smile.

"It's not good, the magical society in the United States is different from the rest of Europe. Albert gave Isobel a brief introduction to the wizarding world in the United States.

"What about Miss Catherine?"

"Miss Catherine?" Albert couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why Isobel knew about Catherine.

"Do you mean Nicholas's granddaughter?" Albert's mind raced and he asked, confused, "What's wrong?"

"You don't know?" said Isobel's expression became more and more strange.

"Know what?"

"Your gossip scandal!"

As he spoke, Isobel was holding a newspaper with a black-and-white photo, which was secretly taken when he and Catherine went shopping on Wizard Street, and the angle was not good, but the two people in the photo could be seen clearly.

"This is a photo! I must have been secretly photographed when I asked Catherine to take me to Wizard Row in the United States to buy souvenirs for my family. Albert showed a sudden expression, couldn't help but shake his head and smiled bitterly, "Then again, American reporters are really disgusting, didn't I just refuse their interviews, I really do everything to create a topic!"

"I think you'd better deal with the Daily Prophet interview. Isobel suddenly reminded, "There are also rumors about your scandal in France." ”

As she spoke, she took out another newspaper and found that the person on the other side of the two-way mirror was stunned.

The photo of Louise kissing him somehow turned into his scandal.

"And that's not all. ”

Isobel pulls out the recent Daily Prophet and begins to ramble on the topic of his liking of pretty girls older than him.

"You know, it's just the way they use it to get the public eye. Albert suddenly felt so tired.

"I know, I just wanted to remind you that you're almost being turned into a flowery man who likes to pedal on several boats by the newspapers. Isobel couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"Don't laugh, help me figure it out. Albert sat down on the couch and complained to his girlfriend on the other side of the mirror, "You don't want people to say that your boyfriend is a flowery man, do you?"

"Who made you famous?" said Isobel helplessly, saying that he couldn't help it.