The Twins

"Is there anyone here?" an African-American boy pointed to Albert's opposite side and asked.

　　 "No one, come and sit down." Albert said with a smile, "My name is Albert Anderson."

"Jordan Lee." The black teenager bared his white teeth, looked at the book on the table in surprise, and said seriously, "It feels like you will be sorted into Ravenclaw. I heard about those books... Most people who like reading will be sorted out in Ravenclaw."

　　 "As long as I don't go to Slytherin, I don't care about it." Albert took out a few chocolate-flavored candies from his pocket and asked, "Want some?"

　　 "Thank you." Jordan took one, opened the packaging and threw it in his mouth, "I like the taste of this chocolate."

　　 "That's good, take whatever you want to eat." Albert put a variety of candies on the table. Sharing food is an effective way to have closer relationships.

"I think I should go to Gryffindor. I heard that it was the best house. Principal Dumbledore is from Gryffindor. You know, he is the greatest wizard ever." Jordan was very talkative, his mouth was full with candy but he kept talking.

　　 However, his chatter was quickly interrupted.

　　 A pair of red-haired twins knocked on the door.

　　 "You don't mind squeezing another person, right?" one of the twins said shyly, "We are late, the other compartments are full, and the girls don't welcome us."

　　 Before Albert could answer, the other twin said, "This is Weasley, George Weasley." (Bond, James Bond)

　　 "If I were you, I would try to dry the water on my body first." Jordan kindly reminded the two. "I'm Jordan Lee by the way."

　　 "Albert Anderson." Albert closed the book, put it back in the case and pointed to the position next to Lee Jordan.

　　 "See you later, George." The other twin turned and left.

　　 The other twin came back soon.

　　 The compartments of the train can accommodate six people.

　　 It's just that some students were in the same cubicle as their friends, so even if they have some spare space, they do not welcome someone in.

　　 "This is Fred, my twin brother." George introduced

　　 "Even if you don't say it, we can see it." =Jordan said. "I can't tell who is who. Maybe you should mark yourself so that everyone can tell."

　　 "Do you want candy?" Albert asked.

　　 "Oh, thank you, mom doesn't like us eating too much of this stuff." The twins took one each.

　　 "It tastes really good."

　　 "This is your owl? it's so beautiful." One of the twins wanted to reach out and touch Sara but she gave him a stern look.

　　 "She doesn't like strangers very much." Albert explained casually, "However, you can try to feed it some nuts, maybe she will be willing then."

　　 Jordan tried, but it didn't work, Sara ignored him and continued to rest with her eyes closed.

　　 The train started,it began to accelerate slowly and leave the platform.

　　 "How about the wizarding world?" Albert randomly found a topic, "You all come from the wizarding world."

　　 "How do you know?" Jordan was surprised.

"The clothes on your body, your outfits are obviously different." Albert pointed to the clothes on the three of them and said, "Ordinary people don't wear this way. Obviously only wizards don't understand these, just like how we don't understand magic."

　　 "Great." Jordan said with a thumbs up, "By the way, there seems to be something on the window."

　　 Albert turned his head and saw an owl next to the window. He quickly opened the window to let it in.

　　 It was a gray owl coming in, shaking its body, splashing water everywhere.

　　 Sara yelled in dissatisfaction, jumped onto Albert's shoulder and stared at the uninvited guy.

　　 "Don't be angry." Albert looked at Sara and patted her head comfortingly.

　　 "I don't think that you are a Muggle-born wizard at all." Jordan whispered, "Muggle wizards don't know this, can I take a look?"

　　 "Please." Albert lifted Sara from his shoulders. He didn't like an owl standing on his shoulders.

　　 "Any news?"

　　 "The Minister of Magic, Millison Bagno announced that he would retire in 1990." Jordan spread the newspaper on the table and said, "External rumors say that President Dumbledore is most likely to become the next minister."

　　 "My dad said that if Principal Dumbledore wanted to, he would have become the Minister of Magic already." Fred didn't believe it.

　　 "Who do you think has the better chance?" George asked, "Oh, the Daily Prophet actually held a quiz."

　　 "I don't know, but I am a little interested in the quiz." Albert knows who will become the next minister. "If I want to participate in the quiz, what should I do?"

　　 "It is kind of gambling and gambling is not a good idea, Albert." Jordan said seriously.

"Small bets don't matter." Albert took out his wand, put it on the table vertically, let the wand fall freely to one side, and casually explained, "Ollivander said my wand will bring me luck. So, I'm going to choose... Well, Cornelius Fudge, I'm choosing him to be the next Minister of Magic, this bet is credible in advance."

　　 The three people in the cubicle suddenly looked stunned.

　　 "Do you really want to participate in the quiz?" Fred asked.

　　 "I haven't decided yet, after all, I don't know the magic world and if this quiz is credible." Albert also didn't want his pocket money to be squandered.

"No, the quiz set by the Daily Prophet is very reliable and many people have won prizes in the past. However, there are fifteen good wizards. Do you really want to..." George pointed out, "Fudge's odds are 4 times, not a promising one."

"Of course, the most optimistic person usually won't succeed. They are usually thrown out to be a sacrifice, um, the unlucky person is the one who attracts attention." Albert took the newspaper and carefully studied the way to participate in the quiz. You have to take out the quill pen, write your name on a piece of parchment, select the contestant(s) and the amount of bet, then take out the galleons, count 25 galleons and put them in the purse.

　　 Seeing Albert count 25 galleons, the three of them couldn't help swallowing, it was a lot of money.

　　In other words, Albert was really rich. It really makes the three of them very envious.

　　 Until Sara clutched the purse and envelope and disappeared into the rain, the three of them did not recover from the shock.