HP:The Prophet of Harry Potter

The party in the Transfiguration Club lasted until nine o'clock in the evening, after which Albert returned to the Gryffindor common room with Field and Baker.

At this time, the Weasley twins had not yet returned, and Lee Jordan was nowhere to be found. The dormitory was dark, and Albert was the only one there.

Lighting a candlestick in the dormitory, Albert grabbed a teapot and headed back to the common room, intending to make himself a cup of milk tea.

Gryffindor's common room always had two large teapots available. During the winter, the house-elves kept them filled with warm water.

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

Of course, senior students could simply use their wands to boil the water magically.

Albert took the boiling teapot back to the dormitory. From his suitcase, he retrieved a tin can containing milk tea powder. The milk tea made from it tasted average, but he didn't mind and set about preparing a cup for himself.

Uh, where's the cup?

Albert looked around, then reached out and picked up a cup from the cupboard. He poured some milk tea powder into it, added a piece of sugar, filled it with boiling water, and stirred it comfortably.

Just as he was about to take a sip, he paused. Bringing the teacup closer to inspect it, he examined it carefully.

Ever since seeing a teacup that bit people's noses at Zonko's Joke Shop, Albert had developed a habit of caution when drinking tea. After all, there were three prank-loving dorm mates, and it wouldn't be surprising if one of them decided to trick him.

"Forget it. I'll just make my teacup," Albert murmured. Setting the cup down, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at a piece of chocolate candy on the table, transforming it into a teacup.

Magic is truly convenient.

Albert made himself a cup of milk tea, took a sip, and muttered, "It would be great if I had some biscuits to go with this."

After finishing his cup of milk tea, Albert pulled out Magical Drafts and Potions from his drawer and began to read. He hadn't forgotten that Snape was likely to give him a hard time in class.

Before long, Fred and George stumbled into the dormitory, both drenched in detergent and dragging their feet.

"It's a disaster," George groaned, collapsing onto a chair. He rubbed his right arm and complained, "Filch was out to make our lives miserable. He insisted that we wipe every single trophy and badge three times before he was satisfied."

Fred groaned, "The muscles in my arm are so stiff."

"Want some milk tea?"Albert said with a smile.

"I didn't wait around to drink milk tea. Look what I brought you!" Lee Jordan handed out meat pies he had gotten from the kitchen. "How was the Transfiguration Club?"

"It was great. Everyone there has a very high level of transfiguration. Professor McGonagall was talking about human body transfiguration.

I was completely lost listening to it, but later she asked me to practice summoning."

"Have you already learned summoning?" The three of them looked at him in surprise.

"Orchideous!" Albert whispered. There were no blooming chrysanthemums on the wand, but instead, a bunch of petals fell to the ground.

"That's it for now!" Albert raised his wand and pointed at the petals on the ground. "Clean up."

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

"It is difficult. This is fifth-year-level knowledge, and it takes time to learn."

"Impressive... though I don't care because I'm completely worn out," Fred said, picking up a piece of pie, taking a bite, and complaining, "Filch is so annoying."

"Are there any other teacups in the dormitory?"

"Let me do it!" Albert was about to use Transfiguration to make a teacup when he suddenly heard George ask, "Whose cup of milk tea is this? I'll drink it if no one claims it."

"Wait, that's a biting... teacup," Lee Jordan began to warn, but before he could finish, they all heard George scream.

When George attempted to drink the tea, the teacup suddenly bit his nose, causing the milk tea to spill all over him.

"What the heck is this?" George exclaimed, yanking the teacup off his nose. The teacup then opened its mouth again, attempting to bite his fingers.

"Zonko's nose-biting teacup," Fred said, pointing at George's nose and bursting into laughter.

Unfortunately, he forgot about the large bite of pie in his mouth, causing him to choke and nearly collapse from laughing.

"Shut up, Fred," George snapped, slamming the teacup onto the table.

His nose was flushed and swollen from the teacup's bite, and the corners of his mouth twitched in frustration.

"Ahem, I almost choked to death," Fred muttered, grabbing the cup of milk tea Albert handed him. He took a large gulp, washing down the pie still stuck in his throat.

"Don't think you can get away with this, Lee Jordan! This has to be your doing, right? You little—don't you dare run!" George bellowed, chasing after Lee.

"Who told you to drink without asking? I told you not to use that cup!" Lee Jordan called back, laughing as he dashed away. "Besides, I put the teacup on my cupboard—I have no idea who grabbed it!"

"It was me. I just grabbed a random cup for tea and used it," Albert admitted, glancing at the now-quiet teacup and shaking his head. "However, I realized later it might be Zonko's nose-biting teacup, so I didn't dare drink the milk tea."

"See? Albert noticed something was off with the teacup. Why didn't you figure it out yourself? Stop chasing him!" Fred said with a chuckle.

"I don't care! I'm furious! Just let me punch him once—just one punch!" George growled.

"No way!" Lee Jordan shouted, still keeping a safe distance.

"Oh, those two..." Fred muttered, taking another sip of his milk tea and savoring the pie Lee had brought back. Turning to Albert, he changed the subject. "By the way, how was the Transfiguration Club? Everyone there must be top-notch."

Albert smiled and gave a brief account of what he saw and experienced at the club, recounting the displays of skill and the challenges he faced.

"There are only twelve members? I dare say Professor McGonagall truly values talented geniuses," Fred remarked, clearly impressed, especially after hearing that someone had won the "Transfiguration Today" Most Promising Newcomer award.

"You two, the snacks will be gone if you don't get back here soon!" Albert called out from the door, addressing George and Lee Jordan, who were still tussling.

"Save me some!" Lee Jordan wailed dramatically. When he and George finally returned, their noses were red and swollen, evidence of having exchanged "friendly" punches.

"By the way, I went to the Quidditch pitch with that girl, um, Anji..." Lee Jordan began suddenly.

"Angelina," Fred corrected.

"Yeah, Angelina. She's good at flying," Lee said, his tone full of admiration.

"Isn't that great?" Albert replied casually.

"Very great..." The three stared at Albert with wide eyes, their expressions hinting at some unspoken meaning.

"Then what should you do? I heard there will be a promising Seeker graduate next year," Lee Jordan said, frowning.

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

"But joining the Quidditch team should be based on skill, not anything else," George argued, frowning.

"Even if they're chosen for their skill, people will still gossip. And worse, if the Quidditch team underperforms, the blame will fall squarely on Charlie," Albert explained, looking at the three of them. "That's just how people are. If this situation were reversed, you'd probably feel the same way."

He raised his hand to stop their protests and continued, "Besides, I don't think I'd have much time to dedicate to Quidditch training anyway."

The End.