What Do Brats Know About Romance?

Three days have passed since the four captured the Flobberworm in the Forbidden Forest, and Albert and Dagworth's correspondence continues.

In the letter he received that morning, Dagworth mentioned that he would instruct him on how to make Baruffio's Brain Elixir the next time they met at Hogsmeade.

Dagworth apparently has a house there. However, the Potions Master seems to have forgotten that Albert is only a second-year student and not yet old enough to go to Hogsmeade.

I'll definitely have to sneak off to Hogsmeade again then.

However, it's a good thing to have someone teach you, so you don't have to figure out how to prepare the Baruffio's Brain Elixir yourself.

Albert put away Dagworth's letter and began writing back. Dagworth's wariness of Baruffio's Brain Elixir far exceeded his expectations; perhaps this is what they mean by the more you know, the more wary you become.

However, Dagworth was unaware that for Albert, learning to concoct Baruffio's Brain Elixir was no more difficult than learning to concoct other common potions. After all, the experience required to upgrade skills was the same; the only difference was the high cost of practice.

Even with the skill, Albert didn't expect to succeed on the first try, especially when it came to concocting a potion Baruffio's Brain Elixir, which allowed no room for error.

"It's a complete mess."

Suddenly, voices came from outside the door. The dormitory door was pushed open, and Fred and George walked in one after the other, followed by Lee Jordan carrying an oil paper bag.

"Wow, what's this?"

As soon as the three entered the dormitory, they saw a large glass jar on the ground, inside which a strange blue flame was burning.

"It's a kind of Fiendfyre. I found it in a book the other day. It's pretty good for keeping warm," Albert explained to his roommate, turning his head to the side.

"This thing is quite convenient. It's no wonder you chose the Fiendfyre." Fred went closer to warm himself by the fire and found it to be quite useful.

"Of course, this thing is waterproof too." Albert picked up his teacup, took a sip of his hot milk tea, and looked at Fred, asking, "What were you talking about just now, a complete mess?"

"Quidditch training," George replied dejectedly. "Charlie got quite angry about it; he seemed to think we were going to mess up this year's Quidditch Match."

"You need experience. Very few people can win from start to finish," Albert comforted. "Gryffindor Team has undergone a major overhaul this year. Apart from those true geniuses, accumulating game experience is an essential process. The key to victory will be the Seeker."

"Genius, do you mean yourself?" Fred muttered.

"I didn't say that," Albert shook his head in denial.

"Speaking of which, what kind of Fiendfyre is this? How can you put it in a bottle like jam?" Lee Jordan was more curious about the Fiendfyre in the glass bottle.

"Do you know about the Fiendfyre?" Albert suddenly asked.

"Don't tell me this is the Fiendfyre?" George looked at him like he was kidding him.

"Well, I never said this was the Fiendfyre," Albert shrugged.

"So, what are you planning to do with this thing?" Fred changed the subject, no longer talking about Quidditch.

Moreover, they all felt that Albert wouldn't have created this thing out of thin air.

"A hand warmer." Albert handed Fred a silver metal tube, which Fred took and found to be surprisingly warm.

"What's the use of this thing?" Fred asked in surprise.

"It's used for warmth in winter, similar to a hot water bottle. I'm not sure how long the effect will last, but it should last more than a month." Albert thought for a moment and added, "It's safe, reliable, and guaranteed."

Fred and the other two had very interesting expressions, all of them looking like they thought, "Are you kidding me?"

"By the way, where did you get this armchair? It's really comfortable to sit in." Lee Jordan handed the oil paper bag to Albert, then plopped down in the armchair, pulling the wool blanket over himself. The warm feeling made him cover himself with a yawn, and he suddenly felt sleepy.

"Of course, it was created using Transfiguration Spell." Albert opened the oil paper bag, which contained Cream biscuits. He picked up a cookie, took a bite, and continued, "The first thing to do when joining the Transfiguration Club is to conjure a chair for yourself. Consider it Transfiguration Club admission ticket!"

"You know how to enjoy yourself." The Twins pulled Lee Jordan up and sat down themselves to experience the warm feeling.

"Of course, it doesn't matter who made it." Albert took the hand warmer back from George and said with a smile, "This thing is not completely finished yet, and it's a gift I prepared for someone else, so I can't lend it to you to play with."

"Is someone else Isobel?"

"What?" Albert nearly choked on his cookie, staring in astonishment at the three people with strange expressions. "Why do you say that?"

"Many people say you and Isobel are dating?" George reminded him.

"This is a birthday present for my sister." Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes and asked irritably, "And who said I was dating Isobel?"

"Could it be a rumor?" Lee Jordan asked with a strange look. "Someone saw you and Isobel whispering in the hallway tonight."

"It's a rumor." Albert didn't want to continue the topic.

Although Europe usually start dating very early, Albert couldn't help but wonder if these three guys even knew what dating was all about.

In his words, a twelve-year-old kid doesn't know anything about love.

"What kind of look is that?" Lee Jordan was a little annoyed by Albert's way of looking at him like he was a kid.

"It's nothing. I think it's too early to talk about dating with you guys," Albert said irritably. "Besides, don't you think that's just being nosy?"

He and Isobel were actually just talking about the bet. Katrina was also present at the time. It's clear that someone was trying to distort the facts by saying that, which is something those gossip-loving reporters often do.

His relationship with Isobel is still at the level of mutual acquaintance; they haven't even reached the stage of friendship, let alone romance.

"Is it that early? It's said that Muggle reach adulthood at sixteen," Fred said, revealing something that surprised Albert.

"You actually knew that?"

As far as Albert knows, there is a custom of coming-of-age ceremony in Britain.

"Percy mentioned it; he has a Muggle friend."

"I remember you guys mentioned this last time."

"That girl turned 18 before summer vacation, and soon after, she slept with Muggle she knew. Percy was depressed about it all summer." The Twins revealed a piece of information that shocked Albert.

"How did you know?" Albert asked, frowning.

"We peeked into Percy's Diary," Fred said, winking mischievously at Albert.

"Reading someone's diary is not a good idea," Albert criticized sternly. "It's neither interesting nor funny."

"We were just concerned about our family," Fred said, raising his hand to swear. "Really, we haven't done it again except for that one time, and we don't understand French."

Having shared a dorm room for so long, all three of them knew that Albert spoke many languages and even wrote things down in other languages, so even if someone tried to peek, they wouldn't understand.

As far as they knew, Albert had written several letters directly in Ancient Runes script, which they couldn't understand even if they were shown them directly.

Albert looked at the Weasley Twins and felt speechless. He suddenly felt a little sorry for Percy, who was unlucky to have such a brother.

PS: If you're interested, you can check out the short story, Percy's Diary.