"Is there anyone here?" the African-American boy pointed opposite Albert and asked.
"No one, sit down." Albert smiled and said, "My name is Albert Anderson."
"Lee Jordan." The black boy showed his white teeth, looked at the books on the table in surprise, and said seriously, "I feel like you will be sorted into Ravenclaw. I heard that books...most people who like reading will be sorted into Ravenclaw."
To Ravenclaw."
"As long as I don't go to Slytherin, I don't care about anything else." Albert took out a few chocolate-flavored candies from his pocket and asked, "Do you want some candy?"
"Thank you, it tastes good." Li Jordan took one, opened the package and threw it into his mouth, "I like the chocolate flavor."
"That's good, you can take whatever you want to eat." Albert put various flavors of hard candies on the table. Sharing food is an effective way to get closer.
He had tried this trick repeatedly in school before.
"I think we should go to Gryffindor. I heard it's the best there. Principal Dumbledore is from Gryffindor. You know, he is the greatest wizard in history." Lee Jordan was very talkative and had something in his mouth.
Holding the candy, she kept talking.
However, his chatter was quickly interrupted.
A pair of red-haired twins were knocking on the door.
"You don't mind squeezing in one more person!" One of the twins said shyly, "We're late, the other carriages are full of people, and the girls don't welcome us."
Before Albert could answer, the other twin said, "I'm George, George Weasley."
"If I were you, I would try to dry the water stains on my body." Li Jordan reminded kindly. "I am Li Jordan."
"Albert Anderson." Albert closed the book, put it back in the box, and pointed to the seat next to Lee Jordan.
"See you later George." The other twin turned and left.
In fact, the other twin came back soon, bringing his suitcase with him.
There is naturally room for four people in the train's compartment, after all, it is meant to be a six-person seat.
However, some students will be in the same cubicle with their friends, and even if there are free seats, others are not welcome to come in. This is the reason why the late Weasley twins cannot find their cubicle.
"This is Fred, my twin brother." George introduced
"Even if you don't tell us, we can tell," said Lee Jordan. "I simply can't tell who is who among you. Maybe you should give yourself a mark so that you can tell them apart."
"Do you want some candy?" Albert asked again.
"Oh, thank you. Mom doesn't like us eating too much of this stuff." Each of the twins took one, opened the wrapping paper and stuffed it into their mouths.
“It tastes really good.”
"This is your owl, it's so beautiful." One of the twins wanted to reach out and touch it, but gave up after being glared at by Sheila fiercely. He didn't want to be pecked.
"It doesn't like strangers very much." Albert explained casually, "However, you can try feeding it some nuts, maybe it will be willing to touch you."
Li Jordan tried, but failed. Sheila ignored him at all and continued to rest with her eyes closed.
The train started and began to slowly accelerate forward and away from the platform.
"How is the magical world?" Albert randomly found a topic, "You are all from the magical world."
"How do you know?" Li Jordan was surprised.
"Your clothes are obviously not up to par." Albert pointed at the clothes on the three of them and said, "Ordinary people wouldn't dress like this. Obviously only wizards don't understand this, just like we don't understand magic.
Just like the wizards in the world."
"Awesome." Li Qiaodan gave a thumbs up and said, "By the way, there seems to be something in the window."
Albert turned his head and saw an owl by the window, and quickly opened the window to let it in.
This is a gray owl that came in, shook its body, and rainwater splashed everywhere.
Sheila screamed in dissatisfaction, jumped on Albert's shoulders, and glared fiercely at the guy who came to take it uninvited, very dissatisfied that her nuts were stolen.
"Don't be angry, it's just a few nuts. I'll buy them for you after you finish eating." Albert looked at the owl flying away and touched Sheila's head to comfort her.
"I always feel that you don't look like a Muggle-born wizard at all." Li Jordan muttered in a low voice, "Muggle wizards don't know this, can I take a look?"
"Please." Albert took Xila off his shoulders. He didn't like an owl standing on his shoulders. This little guy was still a bit heavy.
"What's the news?"
"Minister of Magic Millicent Bagnor announced that he will retire after 1990." Li Jordan spread the newspaper on the table and said, "There are rumors that Principal Dumbledore is likely to become the next minister."
"My dad said that if Principal Dumbledore had wanted to, he would have become the Minister of Magic a long time ago." Fred obviously didn't believe this.
"Who do you think has a better chance?" George asked, "Oh, the Daily Prophet actually held a guessing event."
"I don't know, but I'm a little interested in the bet above." Albert certainly knows who will become the next minister. "If I want to participate in the bet, what should I do?"
Some people send Galleons, why not?
"Gambling is not a good idea, Albert." Li Jordan said seriously.
"A small bet doesn't matter." Albert took out his wand, placed it vertically on the table, let the wand fall to one side freely, and explained casually, "Ollivander said my wand can bring me luck.
So, I am going to choose...well, Cornelius Fudge. I will choose him to be the next Minister of Magic. This bet is credible in advance."
The three people in the cubicle were immediately dumbfounded. What a show this was, it really showed off their faces.
"Do you really want to participate in the betting?" Fred swallowed, he thought this was ridiculous.
"I haven't decided yet. After all, I don't know much about the magic world." Albert didn't want his pocket money to go down the drain.
"No, the betting offered by the Daily Prophet is still very reliable. Many people have won the prize in the past. However, there are fifteen wizards who are favored. Do you really want to..." George pointed out, "Fudge's odds are
4 times, it’s not the most promising one.”
"Of course, the most promising person usually doesn't succeed, and he is usually thrown out to sacrifice, um, the unlucky guy who attracts attention." Albert took the newspaper, carefully studied the method of participating in the bet, and then
He took out his quill from his suitcase, wrote his name on a piece of parchment, selected the contestants and the amount of the bet, then took out Galleons, counted out 25 Galleons and put them into his purse.
.
Seeing Albert counting out 25 Galleons, the three of them couldn't help but swallow their saliva. This was a lot of money.
By the way, this guy is really rich, which makes the three of them extremely envious. When have they ever touched so many Galleons? If only they had a Galleung in their pocket, they would be able to make them laugh for several days.
None of the three of them came back to their senses until Xuela grabbed the money bag and envelope and disappeared into the rain.