"Do you really think we'd believe that nonsense?" George couldn't help rolling his eyes at Albert.
Actually, the two of them believed what Albert had said, and they also believed he would definitely help. But how much help he could provide was another matter entirely. George suspected that the batch of "Communication Bookmark" orders from the Ministry of Magic would ultimately still have to be completed by Fred himself.
"Why don't we get started now?"
Fred was no fool. He quickly worked out the reason and reached out to drape an arm over Albert's shoulder.
"With your help, I'm sure that order will be finished in no time."
"You can't rely on me for everything. What will you do once I start traveling around the world?" Albert brushed Fred's hand off his shoulder in disgust and said irritably, "Just sit around and watch, or send me a letter to call me back halfway through?"
"That's not a bad idea. We'll remember to write to you." George winked mischievously. "Remember to leave us your owl when the time comes."
"I haven't had it deliver a letter in ages." Thinking of the owl at home that was kept like a cat, Albert couldn't help shaking his head.
"It hasn't gotten as fat as your cat, has it?" Fred thought of Albert's Tom and was rendered speechless. It really was the sort of thing Albert would do.
"All right, I'm busy. I need to go to Avalon first, and then Hogwarts." Albert was ready to end the conversation and leave.
"Why have you been going to Avalon so often lately? It really doesn't seem like your style." As Albert prepared to leave, George asked curiously.
He knew Albert had always wanted to cultivate everyone's independence, so he often tried to remove himself from