"You…you really gambled?" George Weasley swallowed, "That's 25 Galleons, what if…what if…"
He never dared to say the words "guessed wrong," fearing what might happen if he did.
"I trust my luck and intuition," Albert said calmly. "If you don't try, what if you guess correctly? You could make a fortune."
"We don't have any money," the Twins said, shaking their heads after exchanging glances. The Weasley family was relatively poor, and even if the Twinshad some savings, they wouldn't waste them on a guess.
"Don't look at me, I want to save some money for other things," Lee Jordan said, shaking his head repeatedly. He only thought Albert's actions were crazy, and if he really had that kind of money, he would never use it that way.
As the four talked, the train had already left London, speeding through grasslands and fields.
Albert, meanwhile, flipped through a newspaper, listening to the three of them chat about Quidditch. In this regard, he couldn't chime in at all; even if he knew the rules, he had to pretend not to.
After all, Albert came from the Muggle World, so it was logically impossible for him to know about Quidditch.
"Oh, by the way, have you heard about Gabriel Truman?" George suddenly brought up something from a while ago.
"Nataly was almost expelled by the Ministry of Magic," Fred whispered. "Later, he personally went to apologize to Gabriel Truman, and that's when the matter was settled."
"I heard about it too. However, Mum said Rita Skeeter's articles aren't reliable," Lee Jordan said. "That Witchlikes to exaggerate."
"Most newspapers are like that, but the content always needs to have two parts truth," Albert said, closing his newspaper. As one of the culprits behind all this, he naturally knew what had happened.
"I went to Truman's compartment earlier and heard him talking to someone about it, saying that during the summer vacation, he met a Hogwarts freshman practicing magic, and then he inexplicably received a letter saying he was expelled from Hogwarts," Fred suddenly said. "At that time, Dumbledore and a Ministry of Magic official came to his door. The Ministry of Magicofficial had a very bad attitude and didn't even apologize, so he…"
Albert raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. He could only say that Westerners were more flamboyant. He had reminded Truman to keep it a secret, but he had clearly forgotten. However, he hadn't revealed anything about himself.
Albert's soul was, after all, Eastern; the humility and subtlety in his bones had not disappeared, and he also disliked being flamboyant.
"By the way, do you know how the school sorts students?" Albert changed the subject.
"I don't know. My family won't tell me," Lee Jordan said, shaking his head.
"Percy said there's a test," George said, a bit annoyed. "They always refuse to tell us, thinking it's a fun thing."
"What's a Wizard's life like? Will it be very interesting?" Albert thought for a moment and then said, "When I received the letter, they were all very surprised. My mother didn't even really welcome Professor McGonagall. She was worried I wouldn't find a job after graduation."
"That won't happen. Our eldest brother has graduated," the Twins said in unison.
"Bill works for Gringotts in Africa."
"What about your father?" Albert asked, feigning ignorance.
"He works at the Ministry of Magic," the Twins said, looking at each other and speaking in unison.
"I think after I graduate, I'll probably stay in the Muggle World."
"Why?" the three asked, puzzled. In their eyes, this was a difficult thing to understand directly.
"I came to Hogwarts mainly to learn magic, to master how to use magic. Professor McGonagall said that if I don't learn magic, it might lead to uncontrolled magiclater."
"But in the Muggle World, we can't use magic freely, and we can't let Muggles know about the existence of magic, otherwise it will bring trouble to ourselves."
"By the way, what do you all want to do in the future?"
"I don't want to work for the Ministry of Magic."
"Me neither." The Twins looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.
"Being a Quidditch player would be nice. Charlie became Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain this year, but it's a shame you can only join Quidditch in your second year," George said regretfully.
"I haven't decided yet," Lee Jordan said.
"What about you?" All three looked at Albert.
"Me? Find a simple, easy, and profitable job."
"Is there really such a job?" The three couldn't help but look at each other again. If there was such a job, they wanted it too!
"There should be. I'm looking for one," Albert said with a smile. He was very curious when the Twins came up with the idea of opening a joke shop.
"If you find one, remember to tell me," Lee Jordan said, patting Albert's shoulder earnestly, then couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you mind if I take a picture of you guys?" Albert took out his camera and said.
"A photo?"
"Yes, my family wants to know about the Wizarding World." Albert had the three sit together, raised his camera, and took a few pictures of them.
"Why don't the photos move?" Lee Jordan raised his hand and poked the picture, probably wanting them to move.
"Muggle photos don't move," Albert explained, took the photo and glanced at it, quite satisfied. "It seems my skills have improved a bit."
"What's the point of photos that don't move?" The three quickly lost interest in the photos.
As noon approached, a commotion came from the train corridor.
A moment later, a Witch pushed open the compartment door, poked her head in, and asked, "Dear, would you like to buy some food?"
"I'll have a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans," Lee Jordansaid. He had brought his own food. The Twins also had sandwiches, but they didn't have much money, so they didn't buy anything.
"I'll take some of all the food," Albert said to the kindly smiling Witch.
Having just witnessed Albert's extravagant gamble, the three were already numb to his free-spending ways.
For this, Albert paid one Galleon, buying a pile of things on the table.
"I bet your family is very rich," Lee Jordan muttered.
"Not extremely rich," Albert opened the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, ate one, and it was bean sprout flavored. "They are both lawyers."
"What's that?" The three didn't understand Muggles.
"People who represent others in lawsuits, whom you might also consider people who legally exploit loopholes," Albert said after thinking for a moment.
"Legally exploit loopholes." The three were a bit confused after hearing this. What did "legally exploit loopholes" mean? Could exploiting loopholes be legal?
What kind of outrageous operation was this?
"Help me introduce these foods," Albert made a gesture of invitation. He didn't want to eat anything strange; Wizards' tastes were a bit peculiar. Moreover, this was an opportunity; friendship, after all, needed to be cultivated and maintained.