Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 14: Make 1 wave

"Is there anyone here?" The African-American boy asked, pointing to the opposite side of Albert.

"No one, sit down." Albert said with a smile, "My name is Albert Anderson."

"Lee Jordan." The black boy showed his white teeth, looked at the book on the table in surprise, and said earnestly, "I feel like you will be sorted into Ravenclaw, I heard that books... Most people like to read books. will be assigned to Ravenclaw."

"As long as I don't go to Slytherin, I don't care about the rest." Albert asked, taking out a few chocolate-flavored candies from his pocket, "Do you want candy?"

"Thank you, it tastes good." Lee Jordan took one, opened the package and threw it into his mouth, "I like chocolate."

"That's good, take what you want to eat yourself." Albert put various flavors of hard candy on the table, sharing food is an effective way to get closer.

This trick, he had tried many times in school before.

"I think I should go to Gryffindor. I heard it's the best there. Headmaster Dumbledore is from Gryffindor. You know, he is the greatest wizard of all time." Lee Jordan is very talkative, With candy in his mouth, he kept talking.

However, his nagging was soon interrupted.

A pair of red-haired twins are knocking on the door.

"You don't mind being crowded again!" said one of the twins, pretending to be shy. "We're late, the other carriages are packed, 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'd try to get the water off my body," Lee Jordan reminded kindly. "I'm Lee Jordan."

"Albert Anderson." Albert closed the book, put it back in the box, and pointed to the seat next to Lee Jordan.

"Meet George later." The other of the twins turned and left.

Actually, the other of the twins returned soon after, bringing his own suitcase along the way.

Naturally, there is room for four people in the compartment of the train. After all, this is originally a six-person seat.

However, some students will be in the same cubicle with their friends, and even if there is a spare seat, others are not welcome to come in. That's why the late Weasley twins couldn't find a compartment.

"This is Fred, my twin brother." George introduced

"Even if you don't say it, we can see it," said Lee Jordan. "I just can't tell who you are, maybe you should mark yourselves so you can tell."

"Do you want candy?" Albert asked again.

"Oh, thank you, Mom doesn't like us eating too much of this stuff." The twins took one each, opened the wrapping paper and stuffed it into their mouths.

"It tastes good."

"This is your owl, it's so beautiful." One of the twins wanted to reach out and touch it, but Shera gave him a stern look and gave up. 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."

Lee Jordan tried, but failed, Sheila ignored him and continued to close her eyes to rest.

The train started and began to slowly accelerate forward, away from the platform.

"How is the magical world?" Albert casually found a topic, "You are all from the magical world."

"How do you know." Lee Jordan was surprised.

"The clothes on your body, your clothes are obviously not up to the standard." Albert pointed to the clothes on the three people and said, "Ordinary people don't wear this way, obviously only wizards don't understand this, just like us It's like a wizard who doesn't understand magic."

"Amazing." Li Jordan said with a thumbs up, "By the way, there seems to be something in the window."

Albert turned his head and saw an owl by the window, he quickly opened the window and let it in.

This is a gray owl after entering, shaking its body, the rain splashed everywhere.

Shera let out a dissatisfied cry, jumped onto Albert's shoulder, and glared fiercely at the uninvited guy, very dissatisfied that her nuts were stolen.

"Don't be angry, it's just a little bit of nuts, I'll buy it for you after eating." Albert looked at the flying owl, touched Sheila's head and comforted.

"I always thought you didn't look like a Muggle-born wizard at all." Lee Jordan whispered, "Muggle wizards don't know this, can I see it?"

"Please." Albert took Sheila off his shoulders, he didn't like an owl standing on his shoulders, this little guy was still a little heavy.

"Any news?"

"Minister of Magic Millison Bagnot announced that he will retire after 1990." Lee Jordan spread the newspaper on the table and said, "There are rumors that Headmaster Dumbledore is likely to be the next Minister."

"My dad said that Headmaster Dumbledore would have been Minister of Magic a long time ago if he wanted to." Fred obviously didn't believe it.

"Who do you think has a better chance?" George asked rhetorically, "Oh, the Daily Prophet actually holds a quiz."

"I don't know, but I'm a little interested in the quiz above." Of course Albert knew who would be the next minister. "If I want to take part in the quiz, what should I do?"

Someone gave Galleon, why not?

"Gambling is not a good idea~IndoMTL.com~Albert." Lee Jordan said seriously.

"Small bets don't matter." Albert took out his wand, placed it vertically on the table, let the wand fall to one side freely, and explained casually, "Olivander said that my wand can carry me. Lucky for you, so, I'm going to pick... well, Connelly Fudge, and I'm picking him to be the next Minister of Magic, if the gamble is believable."

The three people in the cubicle were stunned. It was a slapstick operation, and it just showed their faces.

"Are you really going to take part in the quiz?" Fred swallowed, thinking it was absurd.

"I haven't decided yet. After all, I don't know much about the magic world." Albert also didn't want his pocket money to go to waste.

"No, the quiz opened by the Daily Prophet is still very reliable, and many people have won the lottery in the past. However, there are fifteen favored wizards. You really want to..." George pointed out, "Fudge's The odds are 4x, not the most favored."

"Of course, the most optimistic one usually doesn't succeed. It's usually the unlucky **** thrown out for sacrifice, um, attracting attention." Albert took the newspaper and carefully studied the participants in the quiz. I took out a quill from my suitcase, wrote my name on a piece of parchment, selected the contestants and the amount to bet, then took out the Galleons, counted 25 Galleons and put them in in the purse.

Seeing Albert counted 25 Galleons, the three of them couldn't help swallowing. This was a lot of money.

In other words, this guy is really rich, which makes the three of them extremely envious. When did they touch so many Galleons. If I could have a galleon in my pocket, I could make them laugh for days.

The three of them didn't recover until Shera grabbed the purse and the envelope and disappeared into the rain.