The Transformers Club party continued until 9 p.m. before Albert, Field, and Baker returned to the Gryffindor common room.
The dormitory was pitch black. Fred and George hadn't returned yet, and Lee Jordan was nowhere to be found. Only Albert was there.
Albert lit the candlesticks on the table, then took the teapot to the lounge. He planned to make himself a cup of milk tea to treat himself. Tonight's Transformers Club gathering had taken a toll on Albert's brain cells.
There are always two large teapots in the Gryffindor common room, where house-elves provide warm water for the students in winter.
If students need to make tea, they can boil it themselves in the fireplace.
Of course, older students can simply use their wands to boil the water in the teapot.
A few minutes later, Albert returned to the dormitory with the boiling teapot, took out a tin can from his suitcase containing milk tea powder. The milk tea made with this powder was only so-so, but he didn't care and prepared to make himself a cup.
Um, where's the cup?
Albert looked around, his gaze landing on the teacup on the cabinet. He picked it up, washed it, poured some milk tea powder into it, added a sugar cube, poured in boiling water, and then leisurely stirred it with a spoon.
"It feels good."
As Albert picked up his teacup to drink, he paused, suspiciously bringing the cup to his face and examining it closely.
After seeing the nose-biting teacup at Joko's joke shop, he felt he should be more careful when drinking tea. After all, there were three pranksters in his dorm, and he might accidentally fall victim to one.
"Never mind, I'll just make myself a teacup," Albert muttered.
He put down the teacup, picked up his wand, touched the chocolate, and turned it into a teacup.
Magic is actually quite convenient.
Albert made himself another cup of milk tea, took a sip, and murmured, "Delicious. It would be even better with some cookies."
After finishing his milk tea, Albert took out "Potions and Magic" from his drawer and began to read it. He hadn't forgotten that Snape was planning to cause trouble for him in class.
Not long after, Fred and George, covered in cleaning solution, trudged into the dormitory.
"It's a disaster." George slumped into his chair, rubbing his right arm as he complained. "Filch is deliberately making things difficult for us; he has to polish every trophy and badge three times before he's satisfied."
Fred couldn't help but groan, "The muscles in my arms are all stiff."
"You've worked hard," Albert asked with a smile. "Would you like some milk tea?"
"You guys didn't even wait for me to have milk tea. Look what I brought you!" Li Qiaodan distributed the pies he got from the kitchen to everyone and casually asked, "How's the Transformation Club?"
"It's alright. Everyone's transformation skills are quite high. Professor McGonagall was actually talking about human transformation, which I found completely confusing. Then she had me practice summoning spells."
"You've learned summoning magic?" All three were surprised.
"Chrysanthemums in bloom!" Albert whispered, but instead of blooming chrysanthemums appearing on his wand, a pile of petals fell to the ground.
"That's it for now!" Albert raised his wand and pointed to the petals on the ground. "Clear them all."
"I dare say...it must be very difficult."
"It's difficult. This is fifth-grade material. It will take some time to learn it."
"Wow… I'm exhausted." Fred picked up a pie, took a bite, and complained, "Filch is such a nuisance."
Are there any other teacups in the dorm?
"I'll do it!" Albert was just about to use his Transfiguration to conjure a teacup when he suddenly heard George ask, "Whose milk tea is this? If no one's here, I'll take it and drink it."
"Wait, that's a bitten nose... teacup." Before Li Qiaodan could finish speaking, he heard George let out a scream.
Just as George was about to drink his tea, the teacup suddenly bit his nose, spilling milk tea all over him.
"What the hell is this thing?" George forcefully pulled the teacup off his nose, and the teacup even opened its mouth as if to bite his finger.
"Saeki's nose-biting teacup." Fred pointed at George's nose and couldn't help but burst into laughter. But he forgot that he was still biting into a large piece of pie and almost choked to death.
"Shut up, Fred." George slammed his teacup down on the table, his nose red from biting it, his mouth contorted with rage.
"Cough cough, I almost choked to death." Fred picked up the glass of water Albert handed him, took a big gulp, and swallowed the pie in his mouth.
"Don't even think about getting away. Lee Jordan, you definitely bought this, right? You bastard, don't run away."
"Who told you to drink it yourself? I clearly told you not to use that cup." Li Qiaodan laughed as he ran. He couldn't help it; George's big red nose was just too funny. It was bitten until it was bright red and swollen. "Besides, I clearly put the teacup on my cabinet. I don't know who took it and used it."
"It was me. I was just looking for a cup to drink milk tea and grabbed it." Albert glanced at the now quiet cup and said, "But then I thought it might be Saeki's nose-biting teacup, so I didn't dare use it to drink milk tea."
"Look, even Albert noticed something was wrong with the teacup, why didn't you notice? Stop chasing after it!"
"Never mind, I'm so angry, let me punch him, just one punch will do the trick."
"No way!"
"Sigh, those two…" Fred sipped his milk tea and ate the pie that Li Jordan had brought back, continuing his conversation with Albert about the previous topic: "Let's talk about the Transformers Club."
"Very good, everyone is outstanding." Albert briefly recounted what he had seen and heard at the Transformers Club.
"Only twelve members? I dare say that those valued by Professor McGonagall are all exceptionally talented geniuses," Fred exclaimed after hearing this, especially since he had also heard that someone had won the Most Promising Newcomer Award in Transfiguration Today.
"You two, if you don't come back soon, the tea and snacks will be gone!" Albert walked to the door and shouted at the two who were wrestling.
"Leave some for me!" Li Jordan cried out in anguish. When he and George returned, their noses were red and swollen, clearly because they had given each other a friendly punch.
"Oh, right, I went to the Quidditch pitch with that guy named Angie... something," Li Jordan suddenly said.
Angelina.
"Yes, Angelina, she flies very well."
"Isn't that great?" Albert said without hesitation.
"That's good…" The three of them stared wide-eyed at Albert.
"Then what are you going to do? I heard that a suitor will graduate next year," Li Qiaodan said, frowning.
"You have to understand…" Albert put down his teacup and said calmly, "What will people think if all the members of our dorm join the Quidditch team?"
"But joining a Quidditch team isn't based on merit…" George said, frowning.
"Even if you get in based on your own ability, others will still gossip. What's worse is that if you fail at Quidditch, the blame will be pinned on Charlie." Albert looked at the three of them and said, "That's just how people are. If this happened to someone else, you would definitely be unhappy too."
He raised his hand to stop the three of them and continued, "Besides, I'm afraid I don't have much time to participate in Quidditch training."