HP:The Prophet of Harry Potter

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The summer vacation always flies very fast, and it arrives at the end of August in the blink of an eye, not far from the start of Hogwarts.

　　 Saying that he did not have expectation to go to Hogwarts to go to school is false, although Albert prefers to stay at home and continue fishing (just doing normal tasks and getting experience points is what i beleive this refers to) for a while.

　　 However, time waits for no one.

　　 In terms of magic, it is never a good idea to unliterally fumble, just like a blind man holding a cane to explore the way, not knowing what's ahead?

　　 Albert still knows only a little bit of magic, even if he has read all the books.

　　 And he also still maintains a pen pal relationship with Truman,sending one letter for every three days.

　　 The grades of this Hufflepuff student can only be regarded as mediocre as the knowledge in his head was emptied by Albert within a few days.

　　 Truman thought that Albert might be assigned to Ravenclaw, because he showed great interest in the knowledge of magic, and he also regretted that this talented junior would not be in their house.

　　 What college he will be assigned to, Albert doesn't care. Just don't go in Slytherin, after all, Muggle wizards are not welcome there. However, as a Albert Muggle wizard, he probably wouldn't be able to enter Slytherin anyway thankfully.

　　 "Thank you, take a good rest." Albert touched the owl's head and put some food in the bird cage.

　　 Albert was satisfied with this owl as at least after he repeatedly asked, Shera never brought back any prey.

　　 He believed that Daisy would not like to find dead mice while cleaning the room.

　　 Shera gave a weary cry, went into the bird cage to eat and getting ready to take a rest, completely indifferent to Tom's fangs next to her.

　　 "Don't make trouble Tom." Albert picked up the shorthair cat and went downstairs for breakfast.

　　 Today, Herb is free at home. He recently got an interested in the Daily Prophet and showed great interest in this dynamic newspaper.

　　 Daisy will also get together to read the Daily Prophet, hoping to learn more about the magic world.

　　 "In the morning, I specially made corn soup." Daisy smiled and served her son a big bowl of soup. She knew Albert liked this soup.

　　 "Then I don't need to drink milk." Niya looked very happy since she hated to drink milk every day.

　　 "Of course, you still have to drink milk." Daisy put a glass of milk in front of her daughter.

　　 "Has Albert learned new magic again?" Niya glanced at Milk and quietly changed the subject.

　　 She learned this trick from Albert as the girl planned to pour the glass of milk into Tom's cat bowl when her mother was not paying attention.

　　 "Niya." Daisy did not know when she appeared behind her daughter, with her hands on her hips, staring at it all.

　　 "Mom, I prepare breakfast for Tom, he likes milk." Niya quickly quibbled.

　　 "It doesn't matter Niya, I still have it here." Daisy poured another glass of milk and put it in front of her daughter, not forgetting to say, "Remember to drink it all."

　　 "I hate drinking milk every day." Niya couldn't help complaining.

　　 "Doesn't Albert also drink it every day?" Daisy reminded, "He never complained."

"This is different. I have never seen Albert hate to eat since I was a child." Niya was a little depressed. The family always likes to use Albert to block her. "You can't always compare him with me, He is a special case."

　　 "Yes, your brother didn't really like cheese before." Daisy raised her eyebrows and said, "However, he eats cheese now."

　　 "A lie." Niya didn't believe it at all, because Albert's potato pancakes contained a lot of cheese and ham.

"It's true. Albert rejects some cheeses, especially the ones with strong taste. He doesn't eat them." Herb also finds it very interesting. Now thinking about his son, he is really not picky about eating, even food children normally find very annoying to eat.

　　 "Children who are not picky eaters grow taller." Albert said without hesitation.

　　 "Why do I want to grow so tall?" Niya retorted.

　　 "You will be more beautiful if you grow taller." Albert reminded, "Mom is an example."

　　 Daisy obviously liked this sentence and smiled happily.

　　 "Glib tongue" murmured Niya, and under Daisy's '"lovely"' gaze, she drank the milk reluctantly.

　　 However, she divided half a cup for Albert, on the grounds that he would drink more milk so that Albert could grow taller and look handsome like his father.

　　 Daisy and Herb are both tall, and because of their occupations, they usually pay more attention to dressing up and maintain a good body. More importantly, they are still very young.

　　Originally, Herb planned to take his family to the zoo when he was free today as School was about to start and Albert was going to Hogwarts and it is estimated there wont be time like this again.

　　 However, after Albert expressed that he did not want to go, Niya also said that the zoo was boring, and the family changed their original plan and stayed in the living room to chat and watch TV.

　　 Niya wanted to ride a toy broom, but Herb refused strictly because she almost hit the TV with the broom last time.

　　 The space in the living room is not big enough, and it's not appropriate to ride a broom outside. It's hard to explain when someone sees it.

　　 So, the toy broom Luke just bought for Niya was locked in the cabinet by Herb.

　　 Actually, Albert also rode a toy broom once, which gave him the illusion of whether he was onset of a boat and seasick or in this case flying sick. The toy broom didn't fly high, so he didn't try it again as he felt it was boring.

　　 However, Niya obviously has a strong temptation to fly freely on a broomstick for she who does not know what the flying illness is.

　　 After watching TV for a while, Daisy went to the kitchen to prepare black tea and cakes. A family of four and a cat were reading "Tales Of Beedle Bard" in the living room.

　　 This storybook is a fairy tale from the magic world.

The fairy tales in the book are still a bit different from the stories they have heard before, such as Sleeping Beauty.

　　The story is about a medieval banshee who, because he was jealous of the beauty of the local king's daughter, put a draught of living death on a spindle and tempted the young princess to touch the spindle and kept her asleep.

　　 Later, a wizard put a boosting potion on his lips and kissed the princess to wake her up.

　　 Well, the magical version of Sleeping Beauty is indeed less romantic. However, the family listened with great gusto, and after all, they didn't know what the draught of living death was nor the boosting/invigorating medicine were.

　　At this moment, the Anderson family is reading the story of the three brothers. Everyone takes turns reading the previous paragraph. This process is very interesting.

　　 "Are there really any stones that can be resurrected?" Niya asked curiously.

　　 The magical world is full of infinite possibilities. Since the alchemist Nicol Lemay may have used the legendary Philosopher's Stone for hundreds of years, it seems that it is not impossible to have a stone that can resurrect people dead people.

　　 "Niya, there is no such thing in the world." Herb reminded, "And, you should have also heard that the lover of the three brothers and the second child has not really been resurrected."

　　 "This is a fairy tale. There is a saying that fairy tales are all deceptive." Albert said with a smile.

　　 "Hate Albert, can't you give me some expectations?" Niya couldn't help complaining. Of course she knew that everything in fairy tales was fiction.

Chapter 12 End.Volume 1 End.

}The owls name i have decieded will be shera from this point on since the direct translation changes it everytime.

}**** < this type of word is used frequently in the story for some reason without an actual word in place basically leaving it up to the reader's imagination and i think i should do it too without trying to gleam something out of the story's context