Chapter 177: A Pile of Things

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By the time class was over, everyone was covered in dirt, looking exhausted as if they had just finished hard labor. After they returned to the castle, took a shower, and changed into their robes, they hurriedly rushed to Transfiguration class. Due to the tight schedule, the students of Gryffindor were collectively late.

Professor McGonagall's face did not look good. After listening to their explanations, her expression improved slightly, but she still docked five points from Gryffindor.

During Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked everyone to review the important knowledge points from the previous semester. They needed to transform a beetle into a button.

Compared to the final exam last semester, where they had to transfigure a mouse into an ashtray, this task wasn't very difficult. However, most students couldn't do it. Perhaps, after spending a summer vacation, this knowledge had also taken a vacation from their minds and hadn't returned yet.

Li Jordan's beetle was running around the table, but he accidentally dropped it on the floor, and Albert accidentally stepped on it. He had to ask for another one, which displeased Professor McGonagall.

Albert once again became the most relaxed student in Transfiguration class. He easily transformed the beetle into an exquisite silver button, earning him an additional five points from Professor McGonagall.

"I don't want you to forget everything you learned last semester just after the summer vacation," Professor McGonagall warned Fred with a stern gaze. "Mr. Weasley, if you continue to torture that poor beetle, I will put you in detention."

"Professor, we can't use magic during the summer vacation."

"I don't expect you to come up with a better excuse, Miss Ford," the poor Gryffindor girl flinched under Professor McGonagall's severe gaze. "I hope you take the time to review so that you can keep up with the upcoming lessons."

"You should understand that Transfiguration is difficult. If you want to get good grades in this subject, you better put in more effort."

"Understood," the students replied in unison.

As for how much they actually understood, that remained unknown.

Before class ended, Professor McGonagall called Albert over and told him about a Transfiguration Club meeting in the evening.

As expected, Katrina MacDougal was also invited to the Transfiguration Club. She was one of the few students in their year who had talent in Transfiguration.

"If you don't know the exact location of Room 21, you can ask Mr. Anderson," Professor McGonagall said to Katrina.

"Congratulations," Albert said to Katrina after Professor McGonagall left.

"Expected, isn't it?" Katrina lifted her chin slightly and asked, "I'm all prepared. When are you free to continue our bet from last semester?"

"You don't need to prepare anymore?" Albert asked.

"I thought you would forget, or do you want to... cheat?" Katrina looked at Albert with a scrutinizing gaze, trying to determine if he was playing with her.

"Oh, of course not. It's just that I've been a little busy lately. How about a weekend?" Albert considered and said, "I need to prepare a bit; ten questions are a bit challenging for me."

"Do you think I'll believe that?" Katrina said with a strange tone, "There's a rumor that Albert Anderson is a liar. Five out of ten things he says are false, three are nonsense, and two are true."

"Who said that?" Albert protested, "I'm clearly an honest person. How can anyone say I'm a liar?"

"Who knows?" Katrina steered the conversation back and said to Albert, "Remember to prepare ten galleons. Don't tell me you won't have the money when the time comes?"

"Don't worry, I'm definitely richer than you." Albert smiled, "By the way, do you know where the Transfiguration Club is meeting?"

"I do."

"Do you know the tradition of the Transfiguration Club?" Albert asked again.

"What tradition?"

"Using the Transfiguration charm to turn yourself into a chair." Albert kindly reminded her, "If you have the time, remember to practice it. Otherwise, if you can't turn into a chair, you might become a laughingstock."

"Just like that, if you don't understand, you can ask Isabelle; she's also a member of the Transfiguration Club," Albert said and prepared to leave.

"I know, Isabelle is also a member of the Spellcasters Club," Katrina asked puzzled, "By the way, why didn't Professor Flitwick invite you to join his Spellcasters Club?"

"Not yet," Albert replied.

"That's strange," Katrina murmured. In fact, Katrina had already received an invitation from Professor Flitwick.

In some ways, Katrina could be considered a genius too, but she was just a watered-down version of Isabelle. This unfortunate younger sister was still living in the shadow of her talented sibling.

"Maybe..." Albert suddenly said, "...we haven't taken any spellcasting classes yet."

"You... hmph, of course, I know that," Katrina snorted dissatisfiedly and turned to leave.

Watching Katrina walk away, Albert shook his head and quickened his pace to the Great Hall to meet up with his friends and have lunch together.

As Albert entered the Great Hall, Fred and George were discussing something, and Lee Jordan handed him a piece of parchment.

"For me?" Albert took the note from Lee Jordan, looking puzzled, and asked, "Who's it from?"

"The sender said it's from Headmaster Dumbledore," Lee Jordan replied, equally curious about what the Headmaster wanted with Albert.

"Headmaster?" Albert immediately opened the note and quickly read its contents.

Dear Albert,

I hope to invite you for a cup of tea at my office at 7 pm tonight.

Yours faithfully,

Albus Dumbledore

P.S.: I like honey mead.

"Dumbledore is looking for you for tea?" Fred asked in confusion.

"Yes, tea," Albert handed the note to Fred.

"Tea?" After the three of them read the note, they all looked puzzled, unable to understand why the Headmaster wanted to have tea with Albert.

"Isn't it strange?" Albert asked in return.

"It doesn't seem strange to you," George said.

Last semester, Professor Broadduck often invited Albert to his office for tea, chess, and a chat.

"But everything is happening today, why is everything coming together?" Albert naturally guessed what Dumbledore wanted.

Was Hector Dagworth-Granger trying to retrieve the gold card through Dumbledore from him?

Albert found it quite interesting. He didn't think that Headmaster Dumbledore would ask him to hand over the gold card.

At least, Albert had a good first impression of Dumbledore.

"What about the Quidditch tryouts?" Fred suddenly asked.

"I'll have to apologize to Charlie," Albert sighed with frustration, "The Transfiguration Club is also having a meeting at the same time. Why is everything happening all at once?"

"You're really busy!" Lee Jordan sympathized as he looked at Albert. When he saw Albert stand up, he asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to ask someone to pass a message to Professor McGonagall," Albert said as he walked toward the Ravenclaw table. He went to talk to Katrina about it.

Katrina looked at Albert with strange eyes and muttered, "You really are unreliable."

"You're the first person to call me unreliable," Albert shrugged, "If you don't know where Room 21 is, I'll take you there after lunch."

"Okay!" Katrina really didn't know, but when she said she knew, she meant Isabelle knew, but she didn't refuse Albert's offer to guide her.

When Albert returned to the Gryffindor table, he saw Fred talking to Charlie about his situation.

"Headmaster Dumbledore wants to have tea with you?" Charlie asked with a confused expression.

"Sorry, Charlie, I have too many things going on," Albert looked apologetic, "I might also join Professor Flitwick's Spellcasters Club, so I'm sorry about Quidditch, and I think you're the best candidate for Gryffindor's Seeker."

Charlie was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile. He understood the underlying message in Albert's words and sighed, "Alright, I understand. I'll save the backup Seeker position for you."

After saying that, Charlie patted Albert's shoulder and walked away.

"I didn't expect you to decline," Lee Jordan looked surprised at Albert. "I thought you'd be perfect as a Seeker, your flying skills are so great."

"I can only say that there's no other way," Albert spread his hands helplessly. "Favoritism would disrupt the team's unity."

"What if the meetings of the Spellcasters Club and the Transfiguration Club clash?" Fred asked curiously.

"We'll see when the time comes," Albert was interested in the Spellcasters Club because he also liked "easy-to-use" magic.

"True, you haven't joined the Spellcasters Club yet," George grumbled, "By the way, I can't believe Hogwarts has such a club?"

"We do," Albert nodded. "Actually, Hogwarts also has a Wizard Cards Club."

"I didn't know," Lee Jordan was taken aback and didn't react immediately.

"Silly, it's just us four," Fred couldn't help but facepalm.

"I don't remember when I joined," Lee Jordan said.

"Don't you want to? Oh well, forget it then," Albert pretended to look surprised and asked.

"Who said I don't want to? When did we start this club?" Lee Jordan muttered.

"Just now."

"Just now?"

"Yes, just now," Fred had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Exactly, just now," George nodded in agreement. "What class do we have this afternoon?" Lee Jordan quickly changed the subject.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," George said immediately. "Don't change the subject."

"And there's also a History of Magic class," Fred added, "I hope the new professor is as interesting as Professor Broadduck last semester."

"I remember it's about fighting Bogarts," Lee Jordan continued.

"Fighting, don't you think that word is quite inappropriate?" Albert shook his head. "At most, we learn how to repel Bogarts instead of being scared away or stunned by them."

"You must know how to deal with Bogarts, right?" George suddenly said.

"I do, it's written in the book," Albert honestly admitted. "The spell is quite amusing."

"Tell me, did you swallow the entire 'Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection'?" George teased.

"I can't believe you found out," Albert pretended to be surprised, looking at George.

"Need some more sauce, don't you?" Lee Jordan gave a look of "I knew it."

"Don't steal my lines," Albert complained unhappily.

The few of them couldn't help but burst into laughter.

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