The Transfiguration Club meeting lasted until 9 PM, and only then did Albert return to the Gryffindor common room with Field and Baker.
The dormitory was pitch black; Fred and George hadn't returned yet, and Lee Jordan was nowhere to be found, leaving Albert alone.
Lighting the candelabra on the table, Albert carried the teapot to the common room, preparing to make himself a cup of milk tea to reward himself.
Tonight's Transfiguration Club meeting had caused Albert, who had been actively thinking, to lose quite a few brain cells.
There were always two large teapots in the Gryffindor common room, and in winter, the house-elves would provide warm water for the Gryffindor students.
If students needed to brew tea, they could heat the water themselves in the fireplace.
Of course, older students only needed to wave their wand to boil the water in the teapot.
A few minutes later, Albert returned to the dormitory carrying the boiled teapot, took out a tin from his trunk that contained milk tea powder.
The milk tea made from this powder was only average, but he didn't mind and prepared to make himself a cup.
"Uh, where's the cup?"
Albert looked around, his gaze falling on the teacup on the cabinet.
He took it, washed it clean, poured some milk tea powder into it, added a sugar cube, poured in the hot water, and stirred it leisurely with a spoon.
"Feels good."
As Albert raised the teacup to drink, his hand paused, and he suspiciously brought the teacup closer to his face, examining it carefully.
After seeing the Nose-Biting Teacups at Zonko's Joke Shop last time, he always felt that he should be careful when drinking tea.
After all, there were three prank-loving boys in the dormitory, and he might accidentally fall victim to one of their tricks.
"Forget it, I'll just make my own teacup," Albert muttered.
He put down the teacup, picked up his wand, tapped a Chocolate Frog, and transfigured it into a teacup.
Magic was quite convenient.
Albert made himself a new cup of milk tea, brought it to his lips, and took a sip, murmuring, "Delicious, it would be even better with some biscuits."
After finishing a cup of milk tea, Albert took out Magical Drafts and Potions from his drawer and began flipping through it; he hadn't forgotten that Snape was planning to cause him trouble in class.
Not long after, Fred and George, covered in cleaning solution, trudged into the dormitory.
"It's a disaster," George complained, slumping into a chair and rubbing his right arm.
"Filch deliberately made trouble for us; every trophy and badge had to be wiped three times before he was satisfied."
Fred couldn't help but groan, "My arm muscles are stiff."
"You worked hard," Albert said with a smile. "Want some milk tea?"
"Milk tea? You guys didn't even wait for me! Look, what did I bring you?" Lee Jordan distributed the pies he got from the kitchen to everyone and casually asked, "How was the Transfiguration Club?"
"It was alright, everyone's Transfiguration skills are very high.
Professor McGonagall was actually teaching human Transfiguration, which completely confused me, and then she made me practice the Summoning Charm."
"You learned the Summoning Charm?" The three of them were surprised.
"Chrysanthemum Blooming!" Albert whispered.
No blooming chrysanthemum appeared from his wand; instead, a pile of petals fell to the ground.
"That's it for now!" Albert raised his wand and pointed to the petals on the ground, saying, "Scourgify."
"I bet… that must be very difficult."
"It's difficult; it's fifth-year knowledge, and it will take some time to learn."
"Amazing… Sigh, I'm so exhausted." Fred picked up a pie, took a bite, and complained, "Filch is truly annoying."
"Are there any other teacups in the dormitory?"
"I'll do it!" Albert was about to use Transfiguration to conjure a teacup when he suddenly heard George ask, "Whose milk tea is this? If it's no one's, I'll drink it."
"Wait, that's the Nose-Biting… teacup." Before Lee Jordan could finish his sentence, he heard a scream from George.
As George was about to drink the tea, the teacup suddenly bit his nose, and the milk tea in the cup spilled all over him.
"What the hell is this thing?" George forcefully pulled the teacup off his nose, and the teacup even opened its mouth, trying to bite his finger.
"Zonko's Nose-Biting Teacup." Fred pointed at George's nose and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
But he forgot that he still had a large mouthful of pie in his mouth and nearly choked to death.
"Shut up, Fred." George slammed the teacup onto the table.
His nose was red from the teacup's bite, and his mouth was twisted in anger.
"Cough, cough, I almost choked to death." Fred took the cup of water Albert handed him, gulped down a large mouthful, and swallowed the pie in his mouth.
"Don't think you can escape, Lee Jordan, you definitely bought this, right! You bastard, don't run."
"Who told you to drink it yourself? I clearly told you not to use that cup." Lee Jordan ran and laughed at the same time.
There was nothing he could do; George's bright red nose was just too funny, red and swollen from the bite.
"Besides, I clearly put the teacup on my cabinet, and I don't know who took it to use."
"It was me.
I was looking for a cup to drink milk tea just now and used it," Albert said, glancing at the now quiet cup.
"However, I later thought it might be Zonko's Nose-Biting Teacup, so I didn't dare to drink milk tea from it."
"See, even Albert noticed something was wrong with the teacup, why didn't you notice it yourself? Don't chase him!"
"I don't care, I'm so angry, just let me punch him, just one punch."
"No way!"
"Sigh, those two…" Fred leisurely drank milk tea and ate the pies Lee Jordan brought back, continuing the previous conversation with Albert: "Tell me about the Transfiguration Club."
"It's great, everyone there is an outstanding talent," Albert briefly recounted what he had seen and heard at the Transfiguration Club.
"Only twelve members, huh? I bet everyone Professor McGonagall values is a gifted genius," Fred couldn't help but exclaim after hearing it, especially since he also heard that someone had won the Transfiguration Today Most Promising Newcomer Award.
"You two, if you don't come back, the refreshments will be gone," Albert walked to the door and shouted at the two wrestling figures.
"Save some for me!" Lee Jordan let out a wail.
When he and George returned, both their noses were red and swollen, clearly having exchanged a friendly face-breaking punch.
"Oh, by the way, I went to the Quidditch Pitch with someone named Angeli… what's her name?" Lee Jordan suddenly said.
"Angelina."
"Right, Angelina, she flies very well."
"Isn't that good?" Albert said without thinking.
"It's good…" The three of them widened their eyes and looked at Albert in unison.
"Then what should you do? I heard that a Chaser will graduate next year," Lee Jordan frowned.
"You need to understand…" Albert put down his teacup and said calmly, "If all the members of our dormitory join the Quidditch team, what will others think?"
"But joining the Quidditch team isn't about skill…" George frowned.
"Even if you get in based on skill, others will still gossip, and worse, if Quidditch loses, Charlie will be blamed," Albert said, looking at the three of them.
"That's how people are; if this happened to someone else, you would definitely be dissatisfied too."
He raised his hand to stop the three of them and continued, "What's more, I'm afraid I don't have much time to participate in Quidditch training."