"George, George, where are you? Come and read the headlines of today's Daily Prophet." Fred's shout rang out in the kitchen.

"Early in the morning, what are you yelling and screaming over there?" Mrs. Weasley, who was feeding chickens in the courtyard, glared at her frizzy son with her hands on her hips.

"Mom, look at the headlines of today's Daily Prophet." Fred handed the newspaper to his mother and said excitedly: "Albert actually won the Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellent Spellcasting Techniques.

, do you know what the award is?"

"It would be great if you could make people worry-free like Albert." Mrs. Weasley took the newspaper, looking like she hated iron.

"You should compare your precious son Percy with Albert." Fred curled his lips and said, "George and I are just what you picked up from the fields."

"How dare you talk back? Do you want to make me angry to death?"

Mrs. Weasley looked at Fred who had disappeared in a flash, and her eyes fell on the newspaper in her hand. It read clearly: The youngest winner of the Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Excellent Charming Techniques in history was born.

Underneath the headlines was a photo, in which Albert held the trophy in both hands, with a medal around his neck and a confident smile on his face.

"Mom, have you seen today's newspaper?" Percy's voice came from the kitchen.

"Here it is, Fred just took it out." Mrs. Weasley walked to the kitchen window and stuffed the newspaper in.

Percy took the newspaper, glared at George who was snickering next to him, and then caught a glimpse of Fred who had just turned a corner and entered the kitchen.

"Hey, you should stop mentioning Albert in front of your mother. She always likes to compare us with him." George reminded his twin brother with gloating, "She always talks about other people's children."

"I should have studied hard if I had known." Fred regretted a little. Ever since their O.W.Ls results were mailed home, their summer vacation had become very bad.

Albert once reminded them that if their O.W.Ls results were not good, their summer vacation might not be easy.

Alas, next time I must block that guy's mouth before he opens his mouth. Every time he talks about those nonsense, he will say something and hit something.

"I wonder how much prize money the champion will get this time?"

George walked behind Percy, stared at the newspaper for a long time and said, "Actually, I'm more curious about how much he earned this time."

"It shouldn't be much, one or two thousand Galleons at most." Fred had heard Albert talk about bonuses. Most international champions can get a good bonus.

"No, you must not have paid attention just now. It was written in the newspaper that the Spanish Bullfighting Daily lost tens of thousands of galleons due to gambling." George read it carefully a few times and said: "Do you think that with Albert?

With his character, will he give up this opportunity? I dare say he will definitely bet on himself to win the final championship, and God knows how many galleons he won on the bet.”

Percy's eyes fell back on the front-page news and found records of interviews with reporters. For example, some people were preparing to file a formal complaint to the International Federation of Wizards, and they even lied about someone using Felixir during the competition.

in an attempt to prevent young wizards in the UK from winning prizes.

What attracted the most attention to British wizards was probably Albert's tidbits. Those shameless reporters reprocessed Albert's answers and even directly distorted the meaning.

Percy put down the newspaper. He felt that the best thing Fred and George had done in their lives was to meet Albert. There was no doubt that Albert, who had always been generous to his friends, reached out and gave them a hand.

At least people's future won't be too bad.

In fact, from Fred's words, it's only one or two thousand galleons at most, it's not difficult to see their attitude towards money.

"This is an international award, a very important one. It is said that it is easy to win the championship, but it is difficult to win the gold medal, and all wizards who win the gold medal will eventually become great wizards." Percy recalled, "

It is said that Dumbledore once won this award."

"As expected of Albert." George couldn't help but sigh: "I always feel that winning the award is as easy as drinking water for him."

"He's going to attend the International Alchemy Congress, maybe he can win another prize by then." Fred had great confidence in Albert and was sincerely happy that he won the prize.

…

"What's wrong Hermione?" Mrs. Granger found her daughter frowning at the newspaper.

"Albert won the prize." Hermione spread the newspaper on the table. Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger leaned their heads together and saw the headlines at a glance.

The Grangers still remembered that their daughter once said that the handsome young man in the photo was a senior who cared for her very much in school, and was also the first friend Hermione made in school.

"You should be happy for him." Mr. Granger was a little confused and didn't understand why his daughter was frowning.

"The newspapers are reporting nonsense again," Hermione pointed out Albert's gossip: "I remember the last time he won the International Wizarding Chess Championship, the reporters were also writing gossip in the newspapers."

For some reason, Hermione got very angry every time she saw those reporters reporting gossip about Albert in newspapers.

The whole school knew that Albert had a girlfriend, and they were very close to her.

"You have to know that those newspapers dare to write anything in order to sell newspapers, because many people like to read these gossips." Mr. Granger looked at his daughter, blinked and said, "But that's true.

He is a very good boy."

"Excellent, no, I think genius is more appropriate." Hermione corrected.

"I remember that Mr. Anderson often gives you gifts." Mrs. Granger smiled. She thought Hermione might like that handsome boy.

Genius, handsome, rich, and gentle, who wouldn't like a boyfriend like this?

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hermione suddenly noticed that her family were looking at her, and asked in confusion: "What are you staring at me for?"

"I remember that you seem to be buying dresses this semester. There should be a dance. He might invite you to dance." Mrs. Granger reminded with a smile, "Seize the opportunity."

"What are you thinking about? Albert already has a girlfriend." Hermione looked at the handsome boy in the newspaper and didn't know what she was thinking.

…

"Watch what I do?"

Isobel found that her sister was staring at her with a strange look.

"You actually know how to dress up carefully?" Katrina looked at the beautiful Isobel, and she didn't understand why she was dressing up carefully. Could it be that she was going on a date with Albert?

"No, I didn't sleep last night, so I dressed up a little." Isobel asked casually: "Do you want to come with me to pick up Albert?"

"Why pick him up?" Katrina was even more confused.

"Didn't you read today's newspaper? He just came back from Spain." Isobel pointed to the newspaper on the table.

Katrina picked up the Daily Prophet on the table and immediately saw the guy holding the championship trophy. Then she quickly glanced at the headlines and looked up at Isobel, "Aren't you angry? Then

This guy obviously loves you, but he's still hooking up with other women outside."

"That's just something the reporter deliberately fabricated for the sake of newspaper sales." Isobel said nonchalantly, "I was chatting with him last night."

"I won't go." Katrina was not interested in asking for trouble.

"I'm leaving."

Katrina looked at Isobel's leaving back, then picked up the newspaper on the table and began to study it, "On purpose? Not necessarily. If nothing happened, those reporters would definitely not write like this."

Albert had no idea that he had been arranged by reporters again.

Having just stepped out of the International Floo Fireplace, he felt the food in his stomach was churning. He hadn't slept all night, which made Albert feel very uncomfortable, as if he was motion sick.

"are you OK?"

Bud noticed that Albert's face was slightly pale and asked worriedly.

"It's okay. I stayed up late last night and now I'm back using this thing. I feel a little uncomfortable." Albert said that he was okay. He then said to Bud, "I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron first. Isobel is over there.

wait for me."

"You can just use the fireplace here to go to the Leaky Cauldron!" Bud said to Albert with a smile, "There's no need to waste time walking there."

"Then I'll go back. See you another day, Mr. Bard. I really want to thank you this time." After Albert expressed his gratitude to Bard again, he took out Floo powder from the jar and sprinkled it into the fireplace.

Step into the rising green flames and head directly to the Leaky Cauldron.

When Albert came out of the rotating fireplace again, the spinning dizziness almost made him fall.

In a daze, it seemed that someone reached out to support Albert. When he came back to his senses, he found that the person was Isobel.

"I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?" Albert asked with a smile.

"No, I've only been here for five minutes." Isobel reached out and hugged him, "Welcome back."

"Are you wearing makeup?" Albert looked at his girlfriend in surprise.

"Does it look good?" Isobel asked with a smile.

"It looks better than before." Albert said honestly.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade now?" Isobel asked, holding Albert's hand.

"Well, it's faster to go back there. The side effects of using the international floo network are a bit serious. I have to lie down and rest for a while."

…

"Don't make any noise, let me sleep a little longer?"

Albert opened his eyes tiredly and found Nia sitting next to his bed holding Tom, brushing his face with her cat tail from time to time.

"Get up and eat." Nia asked doubtfully, "Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Well, I chatted with Isobel all night." Albert covered his yawn again, lazily got up from the bed, glanced at the trophies and medals on the table, and said to his sister: "I'll bring you some

I got a gift, did you see it?"

"You mean records?" Nia asked.

"Well, it is said that she is a famous singer in the European magic world." Albert pointed to the door and motioned for Nia to go out because he wanted to change clothes.

"The singer is very beautiful and has a nice voice, but the songs are not good." After Nia left the bedroom, she leaned against the wall next to the door and talked to Albert, "I feel that the aesthetics in the magic world are relatively average."

She didn't forget the record that Albert gave him last time. It was said to be a famous song in the wizarding world, and it seemed to be called "You Stole My Pot, But You Can't Get My Heart." Since that time, Nia
To be continued...