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During dinner that evening, Charlie sat beside Albert, eating while enthusiastically explaining the rules of Quidditch. He also suggested Albert read Quidditch Through the Ages when he had time.
"What's the longest Quidditch match at Hogwarts?" Albert asked curiously. If a match only ended when someone caught the Golden Snitch… what happened if no one ever found it?
"It's said to have lasted three days," Charlie replied after thinking for a moment. "In the end, when the Snitch simply couldn't be found, they called the match early and awarded victory to the team with the higher score."
As the group chatted about Quidditch, a girl's voice suddenly cut in.
"Albert, Professor McGonagall asked me to give this to you." Angelina handed him a folded piece of parchment.
"Thanks, Angelina." Albert opened it and found:
[Thursday evening, 7 PM, Classroom 21, sixth floor of the Castle.
Remember Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration.]
"What's that?" Fred asked, dropping his fork onto his jacket potato as he leaned over.
"A notice from Professor McGonagall—the time and place for the next Transfiguration Club meeting." Albert handed the parchment to him without hesitation.
The Twins and Lee Jordan immediately crowded around to read it.
"Transfiguration Club? What's that?" Charlie paused mid-sentence, frowning in confusion at Albert.
"A club Professor McGonagall started," Albert explained.
"What does 'Remember Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration' mean?" George asked, brows knitting.
"Probably the password to enter the classroom," Albert guessed.
"Sorry, Charlie," Albert added, "but if Quidditch training clashes with the Transfiguration Club, I'll have to prioritize the club."
"Oh right—that was happening this afternoon," Lee Jordan remembered aloud. The Twins exchanged looks; they already knew about it too.
All four of them realized instantly: Charlie had been planning to train Albert as a Chaser or Seeker. And just like that… the plan was over before it even started.
None of them knew Albert had no intention of joining the Quidditch team at all. Flying was fun, yes—exhilarating, even—but Quidditch practice was another matter entirely. He didn't want rigorous training, nor did he plan on becoming a professional player.
As for joining a Quidditch league after graduation? Absolutely not.
Charlie looked a little lost. What about the secret weapon he had just discovered? How had it slipped away before he even had a chance to use it? Determined to understand what was going on, he hurried off.
"Charlie's set on winning another Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor before he graduates," Fred said with a sigh as they watched him leave.
After dinner, the four of them returned to the Gryffindor common room. It was packed full of students, the noise so loud it made Albert feel like his head might burst.
It was probably because the school year had only just begun. The Gryffindor lions hadn't yet recovered from summer vacation. Give it a few days—once homework started piling up, nobody would be in the mood to be this rowdy.
"Let's go to the Great Hall," Albert suggested after a moment's thought. He grabbed a book, planning to do some reading—and maybe practice a bit of magic too.
There were far fewer people in the Great Hall, and Albert quickly found a quiet corner.
Sanna, who was sitting near the entrance, noticed him and came over. She immediately began practicing the Lumos Charm beside him.
After watching her fail several times, Albert finally said, "You need to believe in yourself—and focus. When you cast, imagine the tip of your wand lighting up."
Sanna's cheeks turned slightly pink, but she still couldn't manage the spell.
"Your mindset is off," Albert added. "That affects your success rate. If you keep thinking you'll fail, your chances drop by at least thirty percent." He pointed to a small box nearby. "Want one? Don't worry—they're chocolate beans."
"How did you know?" Sanna asked after eating a few. "I mean—how do you know they help with spell-casting?"
"Would you believe me if I said I guessed?" Albert replied with a grin.
"No."
"Well… it's something I figured out after failing Transfiguration too many times," Albert said. That was only half a lie. "A wizard's emotions affect their spells."
"I'll try again." Encouraged, Sanna took a deep breath. After several more attempts, her wand finally lit up. The tense expression she'd worn earlier melted into a bright, excited smile.
But the light quickly flickered out.
"You just need more practice and focus. You'll get it," Albert said reassuringly.
"I thought you'd be in the library," Lee Jordan said as he sat down beside Albert, eyeing Sanna suspiciously. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Where are those two?" Albert asked.
"No idea." Seeing Sanna practicing, George pulled out his own wand to try the spell. His Lumos was also rather shaky.
"What's wrong with me?" he muttered.
"Probably not focused enough," Albert said.
"What do you mean 'probably'?" Lee Jordan grumbled, but he still began practicing seriously. There was still time before the next Charms class—better to master it sooner rather than later.
"How do we know when we've really mastered it?" he asked.
"When you can keep it lit steadily without forcing all your attention onto it," Albert replied after thinking for a moment.
After a while, Lee Jordan's Lumos no longer flickered out immediately. Of course, that was only when he concentrated. Sanna's progress was slower, but still obvious.
It proved that with enough practice, most spells really weren't that hard.
"Where were you two?" Albert asked when the Twins finally appeared around 8:30 PM—both looking irritated.
"Filch confiscated almost all our dungbombs," Fred said through clenched teeth.
"What happened?" Albert asked suspiciously. "Don't tell me you got caught throwing them?"
This was the story:
Earlier, Peeves had pranked them. Furious, the Twins had gone back to the dormitory to fetch dungbombs, planning revenge. But just as they were about to strike back, Filch caught them—and confiscated nearly everything.
He insisted they were "illegal items," and that was that.
The Twins were furious. Their noses were practically twisted out of shape with anger.
Albert was speechless after hearing the tale.
What kind of ridiculous mess was this?