"Is there anyone here?" the African-American boy asked, pointing across from Albert.
"No one, take a seat." Albert said with a smile, "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 that you will be sorted into Ravenclaw. I heard that people who like to read books will mostly be sorted into Ravenclaw."
"As long as you 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 Qiaodan took one, opened the package and put it in his mouth, "I like chocolate flavor."
"That's good, take whatever you want." Albert put hard candies of various flavors on the table. Sharing food is an effective way to bring people closer together.
He had used this trick many times in school before and it always worked.
"I think we should go to Gryffindor. I heard it's the best place. Headmaster Dumbledore is from Gryffindor. You know, he is the greatest wizard ever." Lee Jordan was very talkative. He kept talking with candy in his mouth.
However, his chatter was soon interrupted.
A pair of red-haired twins were knocking on the door.
"Would you mind squeezing in one more person?" one of the twins said coyly. "We're late, the other carriages are full, and the girls don't welcome us."
Before Albert could answer, the other twin spoke up, "I'm George. George Weasley."
"If I were you, I would try to dry the water off my body." Li Qiaodan kindly reminded. "I am Li Qiaodan."
"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 returned soon after, bringing his own suitcase with him.
The train compartment can naturally accommodate four people, after all, it is originally equipped with six seats.
However, some students would share a cubicle with their friends, and even if there were vacancies, others were not welcome to come in. This was why the late Weasley twins could not find their cubicles.
"This is Fred, my twin brother," George introduced.
"Even if you don't say it, we can tell." Lee Jordan said. "I can't tell who is who among you. Maybe you should mark yourselves so that you can tell them apart."
"Would you like some candy?" Albert asked again.
"Oh, thank you. Mom doesn't like us to eat too much of this stuff." The twins each took one, opened the wrapper and put it in 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 was glared at by Sheila, so he gave up. He didn't want to be pecked.
"It doesn't like strangers very much." Albert explained casually, "But you can try feeding it some nuts, maybe it will be willing to let you touch it."
Li Jordan tried but failed. Sheila ignored him and continued to rest with her eyes closed.
The train started and began to slowly accelerate forward, leaving the platform.
"How is the magical world?" Albert picked up a random topic, "You all come from the magical world, right?"
"How do you know?" Li Qiaodan was surprised.
"Your clothes are obviously not up to standard." Albert pointed at the clothes on the three people and said, "Ordinary people would not dress like this. Obviously only wizards don't understand this, just like we don't understand wizards in the magic world."
"Great." 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, so he quickly opened the window to let it in.
This is a gray owl that came in, shook its body, and the rain splashed everywhere.
Sheila let out a dissatisfied cry, jumped onto Albert's shoulder, and glared at the guy who came uninvited to take the nuts. She was very dissatisfied that her nuts were stolen.
"Don't be angry, it's just some nuts. I'll buy you more after you finish eating." Albert looked at the owl flying away, touched Sheila's head and comforted her.
"I always feel that you don't look like a Muggle-born wizard at all." Lee Jordan muttered softly, "Muggle wizards don't know this. Can I see it?"
"Go ahead." Albert took Sheila off his shoulder. He didn't like an owl standing on his shoulder. The little guy was still a bit heavy.
"Any news?"
"Minister of Magic Millicent Bagno has announced that she will retire after 1990." Lee Jordan spread the newspaper on the table and said, "It is rumored that Headmaster Dumbledore is likely to become the next Minister."
"My dad said that if Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to, he would have become Minister of Magic a long time ago." Fred obviously didn't believe it.
"Who do you think has a better chance?" George asked. "Oh, the Daily Prophet is holding a guessing contest."
"I don't know, but I'm a little interested in the above guessing." Albert certainly knows who will be the next minister. "If I want to participate in the guessing, what should I do?"
If someone offers you Galleons, why not take them
"Gambling is not a good idea, Albert." Lee Jordan said seriously.
"It's no big deal for a small bet." Albert took out his wand, placed it vertically on the table, let the wand fall freely to one side, and explained casually, "Olivander said that my wand can bring me luck, so I'm going to choose... um, Cornelius Fudge. I choose him to be the next Minister of Magic. I think this bet is credible in advance."
The three people in the compartment were stunned. What a cool move! It was a real show-off to them.
"Do you really want to participate in the guessing game?" Fred swallowed, he thought this was ridiculous.
"I haven't decided yet. After all, I don't know much about the wizarding world." Albert didn't want to waste his pocket money.
"No, the Daily Prophet's betting is still very reliable, and many people have won in the past. However, there are 15 wizards who are favored. You really have to..." George pointed out, "Fudge's odds are 4 times, so he is not the most favored one."
"Of course, the favorite usually doesn't succeed. He's usually the unlucky one thrown out to be sacrificed, um, to attract attention." Albert took the newspaper and carefully studied the method of participating in the guessing game. He took out a feather pen from his suitcase, wrote his name on a piece of parchment, selected the contestant and the amount of the bet, then took out the Galleons, counted out 25 Galleons and put them in his purse.
Seeing Albert count out 25 Galleons, the three of them couldn't help swallowing. This was a huge sum of money.
This guy was really rich, which made the three of them extremely envious. When had they ever touched so many Galleons? If they could have a Galleon in their pockets, they would be able to laugh for several days.
The three of them didn't come to their senses until Sheila disappeared in the rain, clutching the purse and envelope.