Chapter 223: Kids Don't Understand Love

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Since the four of them captured the Bezoar in the Forbidden Forest, three days had passed, and Albert's correspondence with Dawlish was still ongoing.

In the morning, among the received letters, Dawlish mentioned meeting at Hogsmeade next time to instruct him on how to brew Bezoar Brew.

Dawlish seemed to have a house there. However, the great potion master seemed to have forgotten that Albert was only a second-year student and not of the age to go to Hogsmeade.

By then, he would have to sneak into Hogsmeade again.

However, it was good that someone was willing to teach him, saving him the trouble of figuring out how to brew Bezoar Brew on his own.

After putting away Dawlish's letter, Albert began to write back. Dawlish's caution about Bezoar Brew far exceeded his imagination. Perhaps this was what they called the more you know, the more cautious you become.

However, Dawlish didn't know that for Albert, learning to brew Bezoar Brew was not much more difficult than other ordinary potions. After all, the experience gained from practicing skills was the same; the only difference was the expensive cost of practice.

Even with the skill, Albert didn't expect to succeed on the first try, especially with Bezoar Brew, which allowed no room for error.

"What a mess."

Suddenly, voices came from outside the door. The dormitory door was pushed open, and Fred and George walked in, followed by Lee Jordan holding an oiled paper bag.

"Wow, what's this?"

As soon as they entered the dormitory, they saw a large glass jar placed on the ground, and inside, there was a strange blue flame burning.

"It's a kind of magical fire I found in the book a few days ago. It's quite good for heating." Albert turned his head to explain to his roommates.

"This thing is quite handy. No wonder it's the magical fire you fancy." Fred approached and found that this thing was quite useful.

"That's right, it's waterproof too." Albert picked up a cup of hot milk tea and looked at Fred, asking, "What did you guys mean by 'a mess'?"

"Quidditch training," George replied gloomily, "Charlie got quite angry about it. He seems to think that we'll mess up this year's Quidditch match."

"You guys need experience. Very few people can win from start to finish," Albert comforted, "this year, the Gryffindor team has gone through a major change, except for the real geniuses, accumulating experience in the matches is an essential process. The key to victory or defeat will be placed on the Seeker."

"Genius, are you talking about yourself?" Fred muttered.

"I never said that," Albert shook his head.

"By the way, what's this magical fire? How can it be put into a bottle like jam?" Lee Jordan was curious about the magical fire in the glass jar.

"Do you know about Everlasting Fire?" Albert suddenly asked.

"Don't tell me this is Everlasting Fire?" George looked at him with an expression that said, 'you're kidding, right?'

"Uh, I never said this thing is Everlasting Fire," Albert shrugged.

"Tell us, what are you planning to do with this?" Fred also took the opportunity to change the subject and stop discussing Quidditch.

Moreover, they all felt that Albert couldn't have come up with this thing out of thin air.

"A hand warmer." Albert handed a silver metal pipe to Fred, who found it warm to the touch.

"What's the use of this thing?" Fred asked in surprise.

"It's for warming your hands in winter, similar to a hot water bottle. I'm not sure how long it will last, but it should last for more than a month." Albert thought for a moment and added, "It's safe and reliable."

The expressions of Fred and the others suddenly became quite colorful, all showing disbelief.

"By the way, where did you get this rocking chair? It's very comfortable to sit on." Lee Jordan handed the oiled paper bag to Albert and sat down on the rocking chair, covering himself with a wool blanket. The warm feeling made him unable to help but yawn and suddenly feel like sleeping.

"Of course, it was transfigured," Albert opened the oiled paper bag, revealing cream biscuits inside. He took a bite of the biscuit and continued, "The first thing you do when you join the Transfiguration Club is to transfigure yourself a chair, like an admission ticket to the club!"

"Only you would enjoy that," the twins teased as they pulled Lee Jordan up and took their turns sitting on the warm chair to experience its comfort.

"Well, that's for sure, no matter who made it," Albert took the hand warmer back from George and smiled, "This thing is not fully completed yet, and it's a gift for someone else. I can't let you play with it."

"Someone else, is it Isabella?"

"What?" Albert almost choked on his biscuit, looking at the three with a bewildered expression, "Why would you say that?"

"Many people say you're dating Isabella," George reminded him.

"That's a rumor," Albert couldn't bear to continue this topic.

Though it was true that Europeans often started dating early, Albert couldn't help but doubt if these three even understood what love was.

In his own words, twelve-year-old kids know nothing about love.

"What's with that look in your eyes," Lee Jordan felt annoyed by Albert's gaze.

"Nothing, I just think it's too early for us to talk about love," Albert said unkindly, "And don't you think it's too nosy to discuss this?"

His relationship with Isabella was still at the acquaintance level, not even close to friendship, let alone love.

"Too early? I heard Muggles reach adulthood at sixteen," Fred said something that surprised Albert.

"You know that?"

As far as Albert knew, there was a Muggle tradition of coming-of-age ceremonies in England.

"Percy mentioned it. He has a Muggle friend."

"I remember you mentioned this before."

"That girl reached adulthood before the summer vacation and soon after, she slept with the Muggle she knew. Percy was depressed about it for the whole summer," the twins revealed a surprising piece of information.

"How do you guys know this?" Albert frowned.

"We peeked at Percy's diary," Fred winked at Albert mischievously.

"Snooping in someone's diary is not a good idea," Albert criticized sternly, "It's not funny and not fun."

"We were just concerned about our family," Fred promised with raised hands, "Really, besides that one time, we haven't done it again, and we can't understand some of the languages he uses."

As far as they knew, Albert knew many languages, and some things were even recorded in other languages. Even if they tried to peek, they couldn't understand.

Albert looked at the Weasley twins with a speechless expression. He suddenly felt sorry for Percy; having such brothers was indeed unlucky.

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