"Feast your eyes, gentlemen! Behold the legendary Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans!" Lee Jordan declared, dramatically rattling the colorful box before offering it to the three of them. "Don't be shy, grab one! Every single flavor is in here. Every single one."
"A word of caution, Albert," George chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "When Lee says 'every flavor,' he means the ones you want, and the ones you really don't."
"We're talking the classics—chocolate, mint, glorious marmalade—but also... spinach, liver, and tripe," Fred recited with theatrical disgust, before plucking a bean and instantly popping it. "Ah, sweet relief! Pumpkin, this one is."
Albert regarded the contents. Muggle sweets were predictable; these were a culinary minefield. He tentatively picked up a dull, gray speck. "And this flavor would be?"
"Don't do it! That's Pepper, friend," George warned, shaking his head. "Trust me, you'll feel like you swallowed a live ember. I just got a pleasant chicken-y one, thankfully."
Albert put the pepper bean back and picked up what looked like a wad of neon chewing gum. "What about this chewy monstrosity?"
"That's the Blowing Super Bubble Gum. It expands till it covers your face!" Fred interjected.
"And of course, the obligatory Chocolate Frog," Albert said, pointing to the jumpy treat. "I had one of these last time. The cards are fascinating."
George continued the tour of confectionery oddities: "Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Liquorice Wands... you name it. Some of these will turn your tongue five shades of blue, others will make you burp a symphony."
"Ah, and the best of the lot! Animal Voice-Changing Candies," Lee announced, holding up a packet. "They make you sound exactly like a random animal."
Albert, intrigued, tore the packet open and extracted a bright yellow chew. "Alright, what noise is this one?"
"No telling," Lee admitted.
"How long does the effect last?"
"A few seconds, tops!"
Albert shrugged and tossed the candy in his mouth. The effect was immediate and overwhelming. A deep, resonant, and rather terrifying LION'S ROAR ripped through the compartment. The three older boys burst into gales of uncontrollable laughter.
"Your turn!" Albert challenged, recovering his composure.
George took one and suddenly brayed like a baboon. Fred followed and gave a high-pitched, indignant 'Meeooww'. Poor Lee Jordan was the unlucky winner. He chewed his candy, and his face instantly turned scarlet as the air rushed out of his mouth in a colossal, mournful ELEPHANT TRUMPET. Smoke seemed to plume comically from his ears as they howled with mirth.
"Right, that settles it. I need more of these." Albert chuckled, getting up. "I'm heading to the trolley witch for a fresh supply."
He quickly returned with several more bags. "I'm purchasing these for my sister," Albert explained, seeing the Weasleys' puzzled looks. "She'll get a kick out of the chaos they cause."
Under their bewildered gaze, Albert then produced a pre-made sandwich wrapped in parchment and began to eat it.
"Wait a minute, you bought enough candy to stock a shop, but you brought a packed lunch?" Lee asked, utterly baffled. "Why all the fuss over snacks then?"
"Novelty," Albert replied simply. "I'm sending the interesting stuff back home. It's a fun way to share the magic with my family." He picked up a sleek, aluminum can. "Anyone want to try a Peach Soda?"
"A what now?" George asked, his brow furrowed.
"It's a drink. A Muggle drink," Albert explained. "Something you probably haven't encountered." He glanced at a bottle of pumpkin juice he'd also bought. "I tried the pumpkin juice. It's... interesting. Like cold, sweet squash."
The twins stared at the soda can like it was a complex artifact. "How on earth do you open it?" Fred asked.
"There's a pull-tab," Albert explained. "And whatever you do, don't shake it, or the pressurized liquid will spray everywhere."
Too late. Fred, twisting and manipulating the can like he was defusing a bomb, inadvertently shook it vigorously. When he finally yanked the ring, the resulting eruption was spectacular, coating his face, the compartment window, and the train newspaper in a sticky, foamy peach deluge.
Albert couldn't help but laugh, taking the half-empty can from Fred's hand. "I did warn you."
He calmly pulled out his wand and, with a subtle flick of his wrist, whispered a cleaning spell. The water stains vanished instantly from the table and the sticky residue lifted from the newspaper.
"Want to try what's left?" he offered. Then, with a practiced motion, he tapped the empty candy bag lying on the table, which immediately transfigured into a crisp, clear plastic cup.
"Woah!" the twins chorused, genuinely impressed, their laughter forgotten.
"What was that?" George gasped.
"Oh, just a handy little spell," Albert said casually. "The Duplication Charm." He repeated the spell, turning the single plastic cup into three identical ones. "Learned it from a textbook. It's quite useful for things like this. Any problem with that?"
Lee Jordan was staring at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "Any problem? Albert, you're Muggle-born, aren't you?"
Albert raised an eyebrow. "Yes. And?"
"And... I'd wager my entire collection of Quidditch cards that no other first-year in this train can execute a Transfiguration spell that perfectly. Especially not a Muggle-born!" Lee sputtered.
"You're being far too dramatic," Albert dismissed, skillfully changing the subject. "Drink?" He poured a generous half-cup of the soda for each of them.
"It tastes... weird," Fred mused after a sip. "But not bad."
"It's almost like the beer Dad keeps locked up, but different," George said, savoring it.
"You've had beer?" Albert asked, surprised.
"He snuck a sip of it once," Fred immediately ratted him out.
"So did you!" George shot back.
"It's normal that you're not used to Muggle soft drinks," Albert said, letting the squabble die down. "Just like I'm still getting accustomed to pumpkin juice." He paused, looking at their bewildered faces. "But that's not what's bothering you, is it?"
"No, that's absolutely not the point!" Lee insisted, leaning forward. "How did you do the Transfiguration? I heard Transfiguration is the hardest core subject. They say it takes months just to get a matchstick to turn into a needle!"
Albert pondered this. Hardest? He'd consulted a friendly ghost—Truman—on the trick and had practiced the match-to-needle transformation for a week. Once the 'Transfiguration Level 1' on his cheat panel maxed out, it became laughably simple.
"It is a bit tricky, initially," Albert admitted. "The matchstick-to-needle trick took me some time, but once you get the hang of the theory and the wand movement, it becomes easier."
There was a heavy, awkward silence.
"How long did it take you to 'get the hang of it'?" George asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"About half a day of solid practice," Albert confessed, oblivious to the emotional damage he was inflicting.
The three of them exchanged a look of pure, concentrated defeat. They looked wounded, like their entire worldview had been gently rearranged by a magical hammer. You will lose friends if you act like that, Albert's mind whispered, but he ignored it.
"Seriously? It can't be that simple," Fred pressed.
"Honestly, how much magic do you actually know?" George asked, sounding utterly defeated.
"I've tried everything in the first-year textbooks," Albert replied, a hint of genuine confusion in his voice. "Didn't you guys practice magic over the summer?"
"Our mother would kill us if we touched our wands outside of school," Lee explained, horrified at the thought.
"But you can practice discreetly. You've already got your wands, haven't you?" Albert said, a note of exasperation creeping in.
"And... did you actually succeed at them?" Fred asked hesitantly.
"Most of them," Albert confirmed. "I even made a friend—a Hogwarts student—over the summer. We corresponded by owl, and he taught me quite a bit about spells before I even got my textbooks..."
CRACK!
A tremendous clap of thunder suddenly drowned out Albert's voice, the sound shaking the carriage. Outside, the downpour intensified, rain lashing against the windows.
Even God couldn't stand the casual flex, Albert thought wryly.
Lee Jordan scrambled to close the compartment window, sealing out the driving rain.
"I hope this storm passes before we arrive," Albert remarked, popping a chocolate into his mouth and chewing slowly. The long train ride was definitely tedious.
He looked at the three boys, who were still unnervingly quiet. "What's wrong with you lot?"
Fred, after a visible effort, finally spoke. "Nothing! It's just... Albert, I have a feeling you're going to be an absolutely brilliant wizard."
"I concur," Albert said with a sudden, serious nod. The three boys choked on their drinks. "Haha, just kidding. No one knows what the future holds."
For the rest of the journey, they relaxed, sharing the exotic sweets and discussing the magical world. Mostly, the three boys excitedly chattered, and Albert listened.
When they moved on to Quidditch, Albert became genuinely interested, captivated as the three tried desperately to explain the bewildering rules: four balls, seven players, and the elusive Golden Snitch. It was clear both twins yearned for a high-quality racing broom to tear through the skies.
"It sounds fascinating," Albert admitted. "I definitely want to try flying, even if riding a glorified wooden stick is a slightly strange concept."
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