At this moment, outside King's Cross Station, the Anderson family is saying goodbye before leaving.
"Are you really not going to take Tom to school?" Daisy asked again, for the third time in those days.
Albert's family did not understand his decision.
They all knew that Albert had sent Fat Cat Tom to live with his grandmother. There must be a reason for that, but he didn't seem ready to tell everyone about the situation.
According to Daisy's understanding of her son, it was probably because Albert saw something in the prophecy that he made such a decision.
"No, let Grandpa Luke help take care of Tom for a while!" Albert said with a smile: "They told me last time that the neighbors nearby have a female cat, maybe they can find a companion for Tom."
Both old people like Tom very much, especially this fat cat who is so coquettish and cute, and is easy to take care of and very suitable as a companion for the elderly.
Albert reached out and pulled the fat on the fat cat Tom's cheek, and said, "Don't make trouble, don't cause trouble, understand?"
“Meow!”
Tom let out a cry of dissatisfaction, as if protesting Albert's brutality, and retracted his head into the car.
With the basilisk rampant this semester, Albert naturally didn't want to let his cat take risks at school. If it ran out and encountered the basilisk again, it would cause a lot of trouble.
"Okay, if you've decided." Daisy kissed Albert on the forehead and reminded him, "See you during the Christmas holidays, and be careful."
"I will." Albert gave Herb another hug and finally looked at Nia.
"Remember to write to me."
Nia kissed Albert on the cheek, hugged him again, and reminded him: “Protect yourself well, don’t be deceived by girls’ sweet words. They like your fame more than they really like you.”
"He must be hiding something from us." Nia muttered softly as she looked at Albert's departing back.
"It's normal. Albert has grown up and has his own little secrets. Nia also has her own little secrets, right?" Herb smiled and put his arm around his wife's shoulders and said, "Let's go back!"
“Albert would never hide it from me before.” Nia murmured, “He must have found a girlfriend at school.”
"Albert is old enough to find a girlfriend." Daisy said with a smile, "Do you want him to be alone forever?"
"So, he is looking for a girlfriend, right?" Nia said with a gloomy face, "Many girls like to find famous boys as boyfriends, which will make them look good. People as simple as Albert are easily deceived by those girls."
Daisy and Herb looked at each other, and they had to admit that what Nia said made sense.
Albert had no idea that his parents had leaked the news of him finding a girlfriend to Nia.
At this moment, Albert was looking around, looking for the house-elf who had hidden him.
Since the Malfoy family's house-elf was able to accurately block Harry outside the station, he must have ambushed at the station entrance in advance.
In fact, the incident with Albert was a coincidence. It is probably only in the plot of a novel that everything happens by chance.
However, until Albert pushed his luggage through the wall separating platforms 9 and 10 and appeared on platform nine and three-quarters, he did not discover the hidden house-elf.
The scarlet steam locomotive was spewing smoke, and on the platform there were many wizards and witches who had come to see their children off to the train.
As Albert was pushing his luggage across the platform, he noticed something that made him unhappy.
Many wizards on the platform turned their heads curiously and stared at him. A few of them raised their fingers and pointed at him, shouting something. Albert felt like a precious giant panda in the zoo.
The title of International Wizarding Chess Champion turned out to be more troublesome than Albert had expected, and he finally realized how Harry Potter was treated.
To be honest, the feeling of standing under the dazzling spotlight is really annoying.
Albert unknowingly quickened his pace and pushed his luggage into the carriage, but the situation did not improve. Many people leaned out of the carriage just to take a look at him, and many people walked back and forth outside his carriage. There was even a bold girl who tried to come over and make friends with Albert, but he finally rejected her with the excuse that someone was already there.
"Sorry, I have a girlfriend!"
Seeing the girl who refused to give up, Albert had no choice but to use his ultimate weapon to make them retreat.
"Sorry, please move aside."
A familiar voice sounded outside the carriage. Lee Jordan, wearing a hat, pushed through the crowded crowd and, amid the astonished gazes of many girls, entered the carriage they wanted to enter, and slammed the door shut.
"Congratulations, our youngest International Wizard Chess Champion." Seeing the helplessness on Albert's face, Lee Jordan couldn't help but burst out laughing: "I didn't even need to look for you just now, I knew where you were."
"How was your summer vacation?" Albert changed the subject.
"Definitely not as interesting as you. Fred and George said you were going to America, but you ended up going to France and winning the International Wizard Chess Championship. To be honest, I was really shocked when I saw the news about you in the newspaper." Lee Jordan waved to the girls outside and asked with a smile, "How does it feel to be surrounded by a group of girls?"
"Don't be silly, they like me only because I'm famous." Albert didn't care about Lee Jordan's teasing.
"What's wrong with being famous? I also want to become the International Wizard Chess Champion. It's the dream of many people, so don't complain about it." The envy on Lee Jordan's face suddenly disappeared. "By the way, we can cooperate and sell your photos or autographs. I think those girls will definitely be willing to pay a high price for them."
"If you dare to do that, I will hang you on the spire of Hogwarts Tower." Albert said with a smile.
"Don't be angry, I was just joking." Lee Jordan coughed and quickly changed the subject, "By the way, where is your fat cat?"
"No." Albert lowered his voice and said, "Something bad might happen this semester, so I don't plan to bring it to school."
"Something not so good."
"I don't know." Albert shook his head and said, "But I have a feeling that it is probably related to Potter."
"Why don't you say it's related to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? By the way, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook is so expensive." Lee Jordan picked up the book "Hanging with Ghouls" in front of Albert and couldn't help complaining, "I don't know what they were thinking, nearly forty Galleons."
"Of course I think so."
"No way!" Lee Jordan immediately understood what Albert meant. "If that's the case, why would Dumbledore choose someone like that as a professor?"
"It's not easy to find a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts," Albert reminded, "especially after Quirrell died in the dungeon last semester. I guess no one is willing to try out that cursed position."
"Even if we really can't find anyone, we can't do this!" Lee Jordan complained.
"Dumbledore probably has his own reasons for doing this," Albert speculated.
"Fred's family is in a bad situation," Lee Jordan muttered. "About 150 Galleons. Even if they buy all second-hand books, it will cost a lot of money. Besides, second-hand books of Lockhart are not easy to find."
"They also have a younger sister who is also attending Hogwarts this year," Albert corrected.
"I'm suddenly looking forward to how Fred and George will see Lockhart."
"I'll probably feel very sympathetic towards Lockhart!"
"I think so." Lee Jordan glanced at Albert secretly and suddenly felt that Lockhart was so unlucky.