Chapter 59: The Nose-Biting Teacup

The Transfiguration Club gathering lasted until nine o'clock in the evening. Albert, Field, and Baker returned to Gryffindor's common room together.

The dormitory was pitch black, with Fred and George not having returned yet, and Lee Jordan was nowhere to be found. Albert was the only one there.

He lit a candle on the table and carried the teapot to the common room. He planned to make himself a cup of milk tea to reward himself. The Transfiguration Club gathering tonight had consumed quite a few brain cells of the thoughtful Albert.

There were always two large teapots in Gryffindor's common room. During the winter, the house-elves would provide warm water for Gryffindor students.

If students wanted to make tea, they could heat the water in the fireplace themselves.

Of course, the older students only needed to wave their wands to use magic and boil the water in the teapot.

A few minutes later, Albert returned to the dormitory carrying the boiling teapot. He took an iron canister from his trunk, which contained powdered milk tea. The taste of milk tea made from this powder was just average, but he didn't mind. He was ready to make himself a cup.

Uh, where was the cup?

Albert looked around and his gaze fell on a teacup on the shelf. He took it, washed it clean, poured some milk tea powder into the cup, added a sugar cube, poured hot water, and stirred it leisurely with a spoon.

"Feels good."

As Albert lifted the teacup to drink, his hand paused, and he skeptically brought the cup closer to his face, examining it carefully.

Since seeing the Nose-Biting Teacup at Zonko's Joke Shop last time, he always felt that he should be cautious when drinking tea. After all, there were three prank-loving fellows in the dormitory, and he might accidentally fall victim to their tricks.

"Forget it, I'd better conjure a teacup for myself," Albert muttered.

He set down the teacup and picked up his wand. With a flick, he transfigured a chocolate candy into a teacup.

Magic was quite convenient, indeed.

Albert brewed himself another cup of milk tea and brought it to his lips, taking a sip. He murmured, "Delicious. It would be even better if I had some biscuits."

After finishing his cup of milk tea, Albert took out "Magical Potions and Elixirs" from his drawer and began to read. He didn't forget that Snape was planning to give him a hard time in class.

Not long after, Fred and George, covered in cleaning solution, dragged their heavy footsteps into the dormitory.

"It was a disaster," George said weakly, sitting down on a chair and rubbing his right arm. He complained, "Filch deliberately made things difficult for us. He wanted every trophy and badge to be polished three times before he would be satisfied."

Fred couldn't help but groan, "My arm muscles are all stiff."

"You've worked hard," Albert said with a smile. "Would you like some milk tea?"

"You guys didn't even wait for me to have milk tea. Look, what did I bring for you?" Lee Jordan handed out pies he had brought from the kitchen and casually asked, "How was the Transfiguration Club?"

"It was okay. Everyone's transfiguration skills are quite good. Professor McGonagall was even teaching human transfiguration, and I was completely confused. Later, she had me practice summoning spells," Albert replied.

"You learned summoning spells?" The three of them were surprised.

"Chrysanthemum blooms!" Albert whispered, but instead of blooming chrysanthemums appearing on his wand, a pile of petals fell to the ground.

"For now!" Albert raised his wand and pointed to the petals on the ground. "Clean it up."

"I dare say... that must be difficult."

"It's difficult. It's fifth-year knowledge. It takes some time to learn."

"Amazing... Ugh, I'm exhausted." Fred picked up a pie and took a bite, complaining, "Filch is really annoying."

"Are there any other teacups in the dormitory?"

"I got it!" Albert was about to use transfiguration to conjure a teacup when he suddenly heard George ask, "Whose cup of milk tea is this? If no one claims it, I'll drink it."

"Hold on, that's the... Nose-Biting Teacup." Lee Jordan's words were cut off, and they heard a scream from George.

Just as George was about to drink his tea, the teacup suddenly bit his nose, and the milk tea in the cup spilled all over him.

"What the hell is this?" George forcefully pulled the teacup off his nose, but the teacup even opened its mouth, attempting to bite his finger.

"Zonko's Nose-Biting Teacup," Fred pointed at George's nose and couldn't help but burst into laughter. But he forgot that he had a mouthful of pie and almost choked, pretending to be dying.

"Shut up, Fred." George angrily placed the teacup on the table. His nose was red from being bitten, and he was so furious that the corners of his mouth twisted.

"Cough, cough, it almost choked me," Fred said, picking up the glass of water Albert handed to him and taking a big sip, swallowing the pie in his mouth.

"Don't even think about escaping. Lee Jordan, this definitely is the one you bought, right? You jerk, don't run," George exclaimed.

"Who asked you to drink it? I specifically told you not to use that cup," Lee Jordan laughed as he ran. "Sorry, George's bright red nose is just too funny. It's all swollen from being bitten. And besides, I left the teacup on my shelf. I have no idea who took it."

"It was me. I used it as soon as I wanted to have milk tea," Albert glanced at the now calm teacup. "But later, I thought it might be Zonko's Nose-Biting Teacup, so I didn't dare use it to drink milk tea."

"See, even Albert realized something was off with the teacup. Why didn't you notice it yourself? Stop chasing!" George declared.

"I don't care, I'm so angry. Let me punch him, just one punch," Fred insisted.

"No way!"

"Ah, those two..." Fred enjoyed his milk tea and ate the pies brought by Lee Jordan. He continued chatting with Albert about the Transfiguration Club, "Tell us more about what happened in the Transfiguration Club."

"It was great. Everyone was exceptional," Albert briefly described what he witnessed in the Transfiguration Club.

"Only twelve members, huh? I bet Professor McGonagall values those who are exceptionally talented," Fred remarked, particularly impressed when he heard that someone received the "Today's Transfiguration" Most Promising Newcomer Award.

"You two, if you don't come back soon, there won't be any treats left," Albert called out from the door, towards the two wrestling individuals.

"Leave some for me!" Lee Jordan let out a cry of despair. When he and George returned, their noses were both red and swollen, clearly having exchanged a friendly punch.

"Oh, by the way, I went to the Quidditch pitch with that girl, Angel... something," Lee Jordan suddenly said.

"Angelina."

"Yes, Angelina. She's a great flyer."

"Well, isn't that great?" Albert replied without hesitation.

"That's great..." The three of them widened their eyes and looked at Albert in unison.

"Then what about you? I heard there's someone pursuing you next year," Lee Jordan frowned.

"You have to understand..." Albert calmly set down his teacup and said, "If all the members of our dormitory join the Quidditch team, what will others think?"

"But joining the Quidditch team isn't solely based on skill..." George furrowed his brow.

"Even if someone gets in based on their skill, others will still gossip. What's worse is that if the Quidditch team performs poorly, Charlie will be the one blamed," Albert looked at the three of them and said, "That's how people are. If this were happening to someone else, you would also be dissatisfied."

He raised his hand to stop the three of them and continued, "Besides, I'm afraid I won't have much time to participate in Quidditch training."

(End of this chapter)

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