Snap!
Suddenly there was a flash of light in his field of vision. Albert raised his hand to cover his cheek and turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from. It was a first-year student with a camera in his hand.
"Anderson, can you give me an autographed photo?" The boy holding the camera asked anxiously after being glanced at by Albert.
"Sorry, I don't like having my picture taken or signing autographs."
Albert reached out to take the photo, and flames suddenly rose from between his fingers, engulfing the photo. A burning smell began to spread in the common room and was soon blown out of the window by a gust of wind.
The boy obviously hadn't expected that the photos he had just taken would be destroyed like this. He looked at Albert in astonishment. He had never seen anyone do such a thing. His eyes lit up and he wanted to ask something, but Albert said, "If you want to take photos, I suggest you go find Professor Lockhart. He likes others to take photos of him. You can also get a few signed photos from Professor Lockhart. Maybe some girls will be willing to buy them. Of course, the famous Harry Potter is also a good choice. He is much more famous than me."
The boy nodded stupidly, his mind was blank, not knowing what to say, and then he listened to Albert continue: "You can go find other people to form a 'Harry Potter Fan Club'. Ginny Weasley seems to admire Harry very much, too. You can go find her."
The boy felt a little dizzy after hearing Albert's words, and just walked away stupidly.
"Harry would be very angry if he knew."
Angelina came over, pointed at Albert's glasses and asked, "When did you start wearing glasses?"
"Just now, a friend sent me a gift." Albert pushed his glasses and asked, "How do you feel about it?"
"He looks more mature than before, and has a strange temperament." Alia giggled: "Very handsome, don't you think Katie?"
"Oh, by the way, how did you do that just now?" Katie asked curiously. Many students around were eavesdropping.
"It's just a little trick." Albert changed the subject, "How was Quidditch training?"
"It's bad. I feel like Wood is driving us crazy." Fred, who looked listless, answered for the girls.
"Please lend us your Divination homework for reference." George leaned back lazily in the armchair.
"Unfortunately, I don't need to do homework for my Divination class," Albert reminded with a smile.
As the only wizard in Hogwarts School who could use the crystal ball for divination, he was exempted from homework after negotiating with Professor Trelawney. Now all he had to do was to absorb knowledge about divination from Professor Trelawney and expand his knowledge.
The same goes for ancient magic runes and most of the Muggle studies homework, which sounds ridiculous, but this is the privilege of genius students. For Albert, doing these things is really meaningless, it is just a waste of his time.
"This is not fair!" Fred couldn't help but complain, but he also knew Albert's ability, so he was just complaining.
"Compared to this, don't you realize that Ginny's condition isn't very good?"
Albert changed the subject and motioned Fred and George to look at Ginny Weasley who was doing homework not far away. The girl looked a little pale and sick.
"What's wrong with Ginny?" George asked anxiously.
"She may have caught the flu. It's best to take her to Madam Pomfrey." Albert said without hesitation, "You two are incompetent brothers!"
"How did you find out?" Angelina asked curiously, "You wouldn't..."
"I noticed it when I met her just now." Albert said unhappily.
Of course, Albert would never admit that he was secretly observing Ginny Weasley.
Horcruxes do have a very bad effect on their holders. Slightly different from Quirrell's situation, Ginny Weasley's situation was not that bad, but she did become weak.
Ginny, are you okay
Fred and George felt a little guilty; they had indeed neglected their sister, and Ginny looked listless.
Ginny thought she was not sick and did not want to go to Madam Pomfrey's school hospital. Fred and George had no better solution.
"You can ask Harry for help!" Albert suggested casually, "I remember your sister admires Harry very much. Maybe Ron should take Harry with him."
"You're really excited!" Lee Jordan walked over here, shook the oil paper bag in his hand and asked: "By the way, do you want to eat? How is the training over there?"
"Don't mention it, Wood is just a training maniac." Fred grabbed a piece of potato and egg pancake, took a bite while it was still hot and complained.
“I remember there were no players selected this year.”
"Well, what's wrong?" Alia asked confusedly.
"When I came back, I heard McLaggen complaining about this to the others." Lee Jordan distributed the potato and egg pancakes in the oil paper bag to everyone and said, "He said that Wood only used familiar players to play and even skipped the selection."
"He hasn't been in practice the last few times," George said unhappily.
"Team selection is still necessary, at least it can reduce gossip. If no one sees the hope of becoming a formal member of the team, how many people would be willing to stay and be candidate players?" Albert shook his head and reminded.
For some things, you still need to put in some superficial effort. Just because Albert doesn't care doesn't mean that others don't care.
In fact, this is also related to the fact that the latest batch of players are too young, which directly led to Wood not planning to select the team.
"By the way, Albert, those house elves seem to like you very much." Lee Jordan said with a smile: "When I went to the kitchen, I heard them discussing what Christmas present to give you."
"Give me a Christmas present?" Albert asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I've never heard of house-elves in schools giving gifts to students." Alia was very interested. "How did you do that?"
"That guy was just teasing me." Albert said casually.
"No, no." Li Jordan raised his hand and said seriously, "I promise that every word I said is true."
"Your promise is worthless." Fred and George teased in unison.
"By the way, when did you start wearing glasses?" Fred took off Albert's glasses and put them on himself, "And they are flat-frame glasses."
"Don't break it. This is a gift from a friend. It's said to be worth a lot of Galleons." Albert took back his glasses and put them on again. "Don't you think you look more mature with glasses?"
"You are mature enough." Lee Jordan couldn't help but complain. His words also expressed the thoughts of everyone present. Albert is indeed very mature. Sometimes it feels that the two sides are not of the same style.