"Finally home!"

In the scorching summer, Albert dragged his suitcase and appeared on Tibey Avenue, looking up at tenant number 19, and suddenly felt a good feeling of going home.

After using the door key to return to England, he retrieved his wand and other magic items from Mr. Bud Brod, declined the invitation to dinner, and hurried home.

It's just that Albert never expected that he would end up behind bars when he returned home.

No one else in the family knew where they were going, Albert, who had no key, faced the iron door that blocked him from the door, and was dazed for a while.

Then, he took out the lock picking tool from the deformed lizard skin bag and pried the door lock of his own house.

Prying one's own door is definitely a very novel experience.

Albert threw the suitcase in the hallway, walked directly into the kitchen, took a bottle of soda from the refrigerator, and took a big gulp into his mouth.

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

Albert, we are going to go to your Grandpa Luke to play for a few days, Tom and Shera also took away. If you come back from abroad and we have not returned home yet, remember to eat on time and call us if you have anything to do. Daisy.

"Really!"

Albert turned on the air conditioner and lay on the sofa to blow the air, preparing to sleep for a while, as if something was wrong there.

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

and so

Albert went to the yard, opened a stone, and took a key from the bottom of the processed stone.

"Forget it, the weather must have fainted me." Albert stretched out his hand and patted his head. He felt he needed to lie down and rest for a while.

Using the door key is really not comfortable.

When Albert woke up from the sofa, it was already dark. He flipped through the refrigerator and finally had to ride a bicycle to a nearby supermarket to buy spaghetti.

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

This thing is not popular in the UK, and you can only stay in the corner and eat ashes in the supermarket.

As for why you don't eat instant noodles, you can only talk about instant noodles in the UK, which is really unbearable.

Albert made himself an egg sausage spaghetti, and baked some crunchy bread as an after-dinner snack.

After dinner, I called Herb directly and they won't be back tomorrow.

Niya was on the phone and asked if Albert had brought her special products.

American wizard snacks, um, are actually the same as Muggle snacks.

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

Of course, American wizards also sell some special products, but the Magic Congress of the United States strictly controls this, so their Wizard Street is not as lively as Diagon Alley in the UK.

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

The American Secret Exchange of Wizards is located at a deep underground entrance in a narrow alley in New York. It has been widened by magic. It is said that there are several secret entrances, all of which have been cast with a spell to drive away the mochi.

Before entering, you need to get confirmation from the entrance graffiti before being allowed to enter Wizard Street.

It has to be said that American wizards' defense against Maji is more stringent than that of prisoners in prison.

After a brief cleaning of the tableware, Albert sat on the sofa and tried to get in touch with Isabel. He hadn't spoken to each other for several days.

Unfortunately, Isobel did not respond to him immediately.

After waiting for a long time, Albert can only put away the double-sided mirror, take out the mirror of Catherine, and try to get in touch with the other party.

Well, he is bored and wants to find someone to chat with.

Before long, Catherine's delicate face appeared 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 of voice doubtful.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Britain is five hours faster than the United States!" Albert casually found a topic to chat with him, such as the possibility of making American mint into a skin rash ointment.

Catherine at the other end of the double-sided mirror was stunned, probably never thought that Albert would talk to herself about such a topic.

She is actually quite good at potions, and soon started to mix potions in Albert's explanation and got a skin rash ointment.

"This is it?"

Catherine looked at the finished product in front of her, still in a daze.

Although I don't know how effective it is, the faint fragrance still makes her think this ointment should be effective.

Suddenly, Catherine wanted to team up with Albert so that the other party could help her research the beauty medicine that could keep her appearance.

Catherine is also a girl who loves beauty. She knows very well that she is now the most youthful and beautiful time, but her beauty is destined not to last. Maybe, relying on Albert's talent, she might be able to do it.

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

Of course, Albert didn't know the American girl's thoughts. After hurriedly ending the exchange, he took out Isabel's double-sided mirror.

"You came back from America, how about there?"

Just coming out of the bathroom, the girl who wiped her hair with a towel sat at the desk and looked up at her boyfriend with a smile.

"Not so good, the magic society in the United States is different from other European countries." Albert gave Isobel a brief introduction to the situation in the American magic world.

"Where is Miss Catherine?"

"Miss Catherine?" Albert couldn't help but stunned, he didn't understand why Isabel knew about Catherine.

"Are you talking about Nicholas's granddaughter?" Albert's brain was running quickly, and he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"You don't know?" Isabel's expression becomes more and more weird~www.mtlnovel.com~ What do you know? "

"Your gossip gossip!"

With that said, Isabel was holding a newspaper. There was a black and white photo in the photo. It was a photo that was secretly taken when he and Catherine went shopping on Witcher Street. The angle is not good, but you can see the photo clearly. Two people.

"This photo! It should have been taken by someone when I asked Kathleen to take me to Wizard Street in the United States to buy souvenirs for my family." Albert showed a dazed expression and couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile. "By the way, American reporters are really disgusting. Didn't I just reject their interview? To create a topic, I really do everything!"

"I think you'd better deal with the interview with the Daily Prophet." Isabel suddenly reminded, "The French side is also spreading your scandal."

After speaking, she took out another newspaper and found that the person opposite the double-sided mirror was stunned.

The photo of Louise giving him a kiss turned into his scandal somehow.

"Not only that."

Isobel took out the Daily Prophet not long ago, and it started to talk about his liking for beautiful girls older than himself.

"You know, this is just the way they use to attract the public's attention." Albert suddenly felt tired.

"I know, I just want to remind you that you have almost been turned into a man who likes to pedal several boats by the newspaper." Isabel could not help covering his mouth and chuckling.

"Don't laugh, help me find a way." Albert sat on the sofa and complained to his girlfriend on the other side of the mirror, "You don't want others to say that your boyfriend is a sweetheart!"

"Who made you famous?" Isabel spread his hands helplessly, expressing that he could not help.