Different Vibes

A flash of light suddenly appeared in his field of vision. Albert raised his hand to shield his cheek and turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came. It was a first-year student holding a camera.

"Anderson, could you give me an autographed photo?" the boy with the camera asked anxiously after being glanced at by Albert.

"Sorry, I don't like being photographed or signing autographs."

Albert reached out and took the photograph. Flames suddenly erupted from between his fingers, engulfing the photograph. A burnt smell began to spread in the Common Room, but was quickly blown out the window by a gust of wind.

The boy, clearly unprepared for the photos he'd just taken, stared at Albert in utter astonishment. He'd never seen anyone do something like this before. His eyes lit up, and before he could ask anything more, Albert said, "If you want to take photos, I suggest you go find Professor Lockhart. He likes having his picture taken, and you can even get a few autographed photos from Professor Lockhart. Maybe some girls will be willing to pay for them. Of course, the famous Harry Potter is also a good choice; he's much more famous than me."

The boy nodded blankly, his mind a complete blank, unsure of what to say. Then Albert continued, "You could find other people to form a ' Harry Potter Fan Club.' Ginny Weasley seems to be a big fan of Harry too; you could go find her."

The boy was a little dizzy from Albert's words and walked away blankly.

"Harry would be furious if he knew."

Angelina walked over, pointed at Albert's glasses, and asked, "When did you start wearing glasses?"

"Just now, a friend sent me a gift." Albert adjusted his glasses and asked, "How does it feel?"

"He looks more mature than before, and he has a strange kind of charm." Aylia chuckled. "He's very handsome, don't you think, Katie?"

"Oh, right, how did you do that?" Katie asked curiously, while many students around them were eavesdropping.

"Just a little trick," Albert changed the subject. "How's the Quidditch training?"

"It's bad, I feel like Wood is driving us crazy." Fred answered for the girls, and he looked dejected.

"We can borrow your Divination class for reference," George said lazily, leaning back in his armchair.

"I'm sorry, but my Divination class doesn't require homework," Albert reminded her with a smile.

As the only wizard at Hogwarts School who can Crystal Ball Divination, he was exempted from homework after negotiating with Professor Trelawney. Now, all he has to do is learn about Divination from Professor Trelawney and broaden his knowledge.

Similarly, Ancient Runes exempted Muggle Studies from most of their assignments. It sounds absurd, but that's the privilege of geniuses. For Albert, doing these things was pointless; it was purely a waste of his time.

"This is not fair!" Fred couldn't help but complain, but he also knew Albert's abilities, so it was just a simple complaint.

"More importantly, haven't you noticed that Ginny's condition isn't very good?"

Albert changed the subject, gesturing for Fred and George to look at Ginny Weasley, who was doing her homework a short distance away. The girl looked pale and sickly.

"What's wrong with Ginny?" George asked anxiously.

"She probably has the flu. We should take her to see Madam Pomfrey," Albert said without hesitation. "You two are really irresponsible older brothers!"

"How did you find out?" Angelina asked curiously. "You wouldn't...?"

"I noticed it when I ran into her just now," Albert said irritably.

Of course, Albert would never admit that he was secretly observing Ginny Weasley.

Horcrux do have a very negative effect on their wielders. Unlike Quirrell, Ginny Weasley's situation wasn't quite as bad, but she did become weaker.

Ginny, are you alright?

Fred and George felt a little guilty; they had indeed neglected their sister, Ginny, who seemed rather listless.

Ginny thought she wasn't sick and didn't want to go to Madam Pomfrey's School Hospital, so Fred and George didn't have any better ideas.

"You can ask Harry for help!" Albert suggested casually. "I remember your sister idolizes Harry, maybe Ron should take Harry with him."

"You're really quick-witted!" Lee Jordan walked over, shaking the oil paper bag in his hand, and asked, "By the way, do you want to eat? How's training over there?"

"Don't even mention it, Wood is a training maniac," Fred complained, grabbing a potato and egg pancake and taking a bite while it was still hot.

"I don't recall there being any player selections this year."

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Aylia asked, puzzled.

"When I came back, I heard McLagen complaining about it to others," Lee Jordan said after distributing potato and egg pancakes from the oil paper bag to everyone. "He said Wood only plays for people he knows, and he even skipped the selection process."

"He hasn't participated in training for the last few times," George said irritably.

"Team selection is still necessary, at least it can reduce gossip. If no one sees any hope of becoming a formal member of the team, how many people will be willing to stay as a waiting player?" Albert shook his head and reminded him.

Some things still require some pretense; just because Albert doesn't care doesn't mean others don't.

Actually, this is also related to the fact that the latest batch of players are all too young, which directly led to Wood not even planning to conduct team selection.

"By the way, Albert, those House-elf seem to really like you," Lee Jordan said with a grin. "When I went to the kitchen, I heard them discussing what Christmas presents to give you."

"A Christmas present for me?" Albert asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've never heard of House-elf in schools giving gifts to students," Aylia said, intrigued. "How did you manage that?"

"That guy was just teasing me," Albert said casually.

"No, no." Lee Jordan raised his hand and said seriously, "I guarantee that every word I say is true."

"Your guarantee is worthless," Fred and George quipped in unison.

"By the way, when did you start wearing glasses?" Fred reached out and took off Albert's glasses, putting them on himself. "And they're even flat-rimmed glasses."

"Don't break it. It's a gift from a friend, supposedly worth quite a few Galleon." Albert took back his glasses and put them back on. "Don't you think wearing glasses makes you look more mature?"

"You're mature enough," Lee Jordan couldn't help but remark. His words echoed the sentiments of everyone present; Albert was indeed very mature, and sometimes it felt like the two were from completely different styles.