"Is anyone here?" the African-American boy asked, pointing at the seat opposite Albert.
"No, have a seat." Albert said with a smile, "My name is Albert Anderson."
"Lee Jordan." The black teenager showed a mouthful of white teeth, looked at the book on the table with surprise, and then said seriously, "I feel like you'll be sorted into Ravenclaw. I heard that people who like to read books are mostly sorted into Ravenclaw."
"As long as it's not Slytherin, I don't really care about the others." Albert took out a few chocolate-flavored candies from his pocket and asked, "Do you want some candy?"
"Thanks, this tastes good." Lee Jordan took one, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth. "I like chocolate flavor."
"That's good. Help yourself if you want more." Albertplaced various flavored hard candies on the table. Sharing food is an effective way to build rapport.
He had used this trick many times in school, and it always worked.
"I think I should go to Gryffindor. I heard it's the best there. Headmaster Dumbledore is from Gryffindor, you know, he's the greatest Wizard of all time." Lee Jordanwas very talkative, with candy in his mouth, he kept chattering away.
However, his incessant talking was soon interrupted.
A pair of red-haired Twins were knocking on the door.
"You don't mind squeezing one more in, do you!" one of the Twins said, feigning shyness. "We're late, all the other compartments are full, and the girls don't welcome us."
Before Albert could answer, the other Twin spoke, "I'm George, George Weasley."
"If I were you, I'd try to dry myself off." Lee Jordan kindly reminded him. "I'm Lee Jordan."
"Albert Anderson." Albert closed his book, put it back in his trunk, and pointed to the seat next to Lee Jordan.
"See you later, George." The other Twin turned and left.
In fact, the other Twin soon returned, bringing his trunk with him.
The train compartment could naturally accommodate four people, as it was originally a six-person seating area.
However, some students preferred to share a compartment with their friends, and even if there were empty seats, they wouldn't welcome others in. This was why the late Weasley Twins couldn't find a compartment.
"This is Fred, my Twin brother," George introduced.
"Even if you didn't say so, we can tell." Lee Jordan said. "I can't tell who's who. Maybe you should give yourselves a mark to distinguish yourselves."
"Do you want some candy?" Albert asked again.
"Oh, thanks, Mum always doesn't like us eating too much of this stuff." Each of the Twins took a candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into their mouths.
"This tastes really good."
"This must be your Owl, it's really beautiful." One of the Twins reached out to stroke it, but Shera glared at him fiercely, and he gave up. He didn't want to be pecked.
"It doesn't really like strangers," Albert casually explained. "However, you can try feeding it some nuts, and maybe it will let you pet it."
Lee Jordan tried, but didn't succeed. Shera completely ignored him and continued to rest with her eyes closed.
The train started, slowly accelerating forward, pulling away from the platform.
"What's the Wizarding World like?" Albert casually brought up a topic. "You all come from the Wizarding World, right?"
"How did you know?" Lee Jordan was surprised.
"Your clothes, your attire is clearly not up to par," Albertsaid, pointing to the clothes the three of them were wearing. "Ordinary people wouldn't dress like this. Clearly, only Wizards wouldn't understand these things, just like we don't understand the Wizards of the Wizarding World."
"Impressive." Lee Jordan gave a thumbs up. "By the way, there seems to be something at the window."
Albert turned his head and saw an Owl by the window. He quickly opened the window to let it in.
It was a gray Owl. After it came in, it shook its body, and rainwater splattered everywhere.
Shera hooted unhappily, jumped onto Albert's shoulder, and glared fiercely at the uninvited guest, very displeased that her nuts had been stolen.
"Don't be angry, it's just a few nuts. I'll buy you more after you finish them." Albert looked at the flying Owl, stroked Shera's head, and comforted her.
"I always feel like you're not like Muggle-born wizardsat all." Lee Jordan muttered softly, "Muggle-born wizards wouldn't know this. Can I take a look?"
"Go ahead." Albert took Shera off his shoulder. He didn't like an Owl standing on his shoulder; the little fellow was a bit heavy.
"Any news?"
"Minister of Magic Millicent Bagnold announced her retirement after 1990." Lee Jordan spread the newspaper on the table and said, "The rumor is that Headmaster Dumbledore is very likely to become the next Minister."
"My dad said that if Headmaster Dumbledore had wanted to, he would have become Minister of Magic a long time ago." Fred clearly didn't believe it.
"Who do you think has a better chance?" Georgecountered, "Oh, The Daily Prophet is actually holding a guessing game."
"I don't know, but I'm a bit interested in the guessing game above." Albert, of course, knew who would become the next Minister. "If I want to participate in the guessing game, how do I do it?"
If someone is giving out Galleons, why not take them?
"Gambling is not a good idea, Albert." Lee Jordan said seriously.
"A small gamble is fine." Albert took out his wand, placed it vertically on the table, letting the wand fall freely to one side, and casually explained, "Ollivandersaid my wand brings me luck, so I'm going to choose… hmm, Cornelius Fudge. I'll bet he becomes the next Minister of Magic, provided this bet is reliable."
The three people in the compartment were instantly dumbfounded. What kind of outrageous move was this? It completely stunned them.
"Are you really going to participate in the guessing game?" Fred swallowed hard. He thought it was absurd.
"I haven't decided yet, after all, I don't know much about the Wizarding World." Albert didn't want his pocket money to go down the drain either.
"No, The Daily Prophet's guessing game is quite reliable. Many people have won prizes in the past. However, there are fifteen Wizards who are favored, are you really going to…" George pointed out, "Fudge's odds are 4 to 1, he's not the most favored."
"Of course, the most favored one usually doesn't succeed. That's usually the unlucky one thrown out as a sacrifice, um, to attract attention." Albert took the newspaper, carefully studied how to participate in the guessing game, then took out a quill from his trunk, wrote his name on a parchment, selected the contestant and the amount he was betting, then took out Galleons, counted out 25 Galleons, and put them into a money bag.
Seeing Albert count out 25 Galleons, all three couldn't help but swallow. This was a large sum of money.
Speaking of which, this guy was really rich, which made the three of them incredibly envious. When had they ever touched so many Galleons? If their pockets had even one Galleon, it would make them happy for several days.
Until Shera, clutching the money bag and envelope, disappeared into the rain, the three of them hadn't recovered from their shock.