Retiring Minister

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"Is there anyone sitting here?" the dark skinned boy asked, pointing to Albert.

"No one, please take a seat." Albert said with a smile, "My name is Albert Anderson."

"Lee Jordan." The black boy bared his white teeth, looked at the book on the table in surprise, and said seriously, "It looks like you will be sorted into Ravenclaw. I heard that bookworms... most people who like to read will be sorted to Ravenclaw."

"As long as I don't go to Slytherin, I don't care about the others." Albert took out a few chocolate-flavoured candies from his pocket and asked, "Do you want to eat candy?"

"Thank you, it tastes good." Lee Jordan took one, opened the package and threw it in his mouth, "I like the taste of chocolate."

"That's good, take whatever you want to eat." Albert put hard candies of various flavours on the table, sharing food is an effective way to get closer to Lee.

This trick, he had tried repeatedly in school before.

"I think I should go to Gryffindor. I heard that it is the best place. Headmaster Dumbledore is from Gryffindor. You know, he is the greatest wizard ever." Lee Jordan was very talkative, his mouth was filled with candy, but he kept talking non-stop.

However, his nagging was quickly interrupted.

A pair of red-haired twins are knocking on the door.

"You don't mind squeezing another person!" said one of the twins shyly. "We were late. The other carriages are full, and the girls don't welcome us."

Before Albert could answer, the other twin said, "This is George, George Weasley."

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

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

"Be back in a minute George." The other twin turned and left.

The other twin came back soon and brought his suitcase by the way.

The compartment of the train naturally accommodated four people, after all, this was originally a six-person compartment.

However, some students would like to be in the same cubicle with their friends, and even if there was free space, other people were not welcomed in. This was why the late Weasley twins couldn't find a compartment.

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

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

"Do you want candy?" Albert asked again.

"Oh, thank you. Mom never likes that we eat too much of this stuff." The twins took one, opened the wrapping paper and stuffed it into their mouths.

"It tastes really good."

"This is your owl, it's so beautiful." One of the twins wanted to reach out and touch, but she gave it up with a stern look at it. He didn't want to be petted.

"It doesn't like strangers very much." Albert explained casually, "but you can try to feed it some nuts, maybe it will be willing to touch you."

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

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

"How is the magical world?" Albert randomly found a topic, "you all come from the magical world."

"How do you know." Lee? Jordan was surprised.

"The clothes on your body, your dressing is obviously not up to standard." Albert pointed to the clothes on the three people and said, "Ordinary people don't dress this way. Obviously only wizards don't understand this, just like we don't understand magic."

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

Albert turned his head.

Seeing an owl beside the window, he quickly opened the window to let it in.

This was a grey owl coming in, shaking its body, rain splashing everywhere.

Sherabi yelled in dissatisfaction, jumped on Albert's shoulder, and stared at the uninvited guy, very dissatisfied that her nuts were stolen.

"Don't be angry, just a little nut, I'll buy it for you again after eating." Albert looked at the flying owl and touched Sherabi's head comfortingly.

"I don't think you like a Muggle-born wizard at all." Lee whispered, "Muggle wizards don't know this. Can I take a look?"

"Please." Albert lifted Sherabi from his shoulders. He didn't like an owl standing on his shoulders. This little guy was still a bit heavy.

"Any news?"

"The Minister of Magic Millison Bagno announced that he would retire after 1990." Li Jordan spread the newspaper on the table and said, "It is rumoured that Headmaster Dumbledore will very likely become the next minister."

"My dad said that if Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to, he would have become Minister of Magic very early on." Fred obviously didn't believe this.

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

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

"Gambling is not a good idea Albert." Lee said seriously.

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

The three people in the cubicle were stunned. This was a show of sorrow.

"Are you really going to participate in the betting?" Fred swallowed, he thought it was absurd.

"I haven't decided yet. After all, I don't know much about the magic world." Albert also didn't want his pocket money to be squandered.

"No, the bet set by the Daily Prophet is still very reliable. Many people have won prizes in the past. However, there are fifteen good wizards. You really want to..." George pointed out, "Fudge's odds are 4 times, not the most promising one."

"Of course, the most optimistic one usually won't succeed. He is usually thrown out to sacrifice, um, the unlucky person who attracts attention." Albert took the newspaper and carefully studied the way to participate in the quiz.

He took out a quill from his suitcase, wrote his name on a piece of parchment, selected the contestant and the amount of bet, and then took out the galleons, counted 25 galleons and put them in the envelope.

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

In other words, this guy is really rich, and the three of them were very envious. When have they touched so many Galleons? If you can have a Galleon in your pocket, you can laugh for days.

Until Sherabi disappeared into the rain with the purse and envelope, the three of them did not recover.